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Tru. Oh! that I thought it could be in a / As new into the world, strange, unacquainted : woman,
I do beseech you, as in way of taste, (As, if it cao, I will presume in you,)
To give me now a little benefit, To feed for aye. her lainp and flames of love ; Out of those many register'd in promise, To keep her constancy in plight and youth, Wbich, you say, live to come in iny behalf. Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind
Agam. What woulds't thou of us, Trojan ! That doth renew swifter than blood decays!
make demand. Or, that persuasion could but thus convince Cul. You have a Trojan prisoner, call'd An That my integrity and truth to you (me,
tenor, Might be affronted with the match and weight Yesterday took ; Troy holds him very dear. of such a winnow'd purity in love :
oft bave you, (often have you thanks thereHow were I then uplifted ! but, alas,
fore,) I am as true as truth's simplicity,
Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange, And simpler than the infancy of truth.
Whom Troy hath still denied : But this An Cres. In that I'll war with you.
tenor, Tro. O virtuous fight,
I know, is such a wrest in their affairs When right with right wars who shall be most | That their pegotiations all must slack, right!
| Wantiug his manage ; and they will alınost "True swains in love, shall in the world to come, Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priami, Approve their truths by Troilus : when their In change of him : let him be sent, great princes whymes,
And he shall buy my daughter; and her preFull of protest, of oath, and big compare, I
sence Want similes, truth tir'd with iteration,
Sball quite strike off all service I have done, As true as steel, as plantage to the moon,
In most accepted pain. hs sun to day, as turtle to her mate,
Agan. Let Diomedes hear him, As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre, And bring us Cressid hither : Calchas shall bave Yet, after all comparisons of truth,
What he requests of us.--Good Diomed, As truth's authentic author to be cited,
Furnish you fairly for this interchange : As true as Troilus shall crown up the verse, Withal, bring word--if Hector will to-morrow And sanctify the numbers.
Be answer'd in bis challenge : Ajax is ready. Cres. Prophet may you be!
Dio. This shall I ide take ; and 'tis a burden If I be false, or swerve a bair from truth, Which I am proud to bear. When time is old and hath forgot itself,
(Exeunt DIOMEDES and CalcHAS. When waterdrops have worn the stones of
Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS, before Troy, And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up,
their Tent. And mighty states characterless are grated
Ulyss. Achilles stands i'the entrance of his To dusty nothing; yet let memory,
tent: From false to false, among false maids in love, Please it our general to pass strangely + by him Upbraid my falsehood! when they have said- As if he were forgot ; and, princes ail, as false
Lay negligent and loose regard upon him : As air, as water, wiod, or sandy earth,
I will come last : 'Tis like, he'll question me, As fox to lamb, as wolf to heiser's call,
Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turu'd Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son ;
on him : Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood, if so, I have derision med'cinable, As false as Cressid.
To use between your strangeness and his pride, Pan. Go to, a bargain made : seal it, seal it; Which his own will shall have desire to drink I'll be the witoess.-Here I hold your hand : It may be good : pride hath no other glass here, my cousin's. If ever you prove false one | To show itself, but pride ; for supple knees to another, since I bave taken such pains to Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees. bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between Agam. We'll execute your pui pose, and be called to the world's end after my name, call
put on them all-Pandars : lct all constant inen be A form of strangeness as we pass along :-Troiluses, all false women Cressids, and all So do each lord ; and either greet him not, brokers-between Pandars! say, amen.
| Or else disdainfully, which shall sbake hiin Tro. Amen.
more Cres. Amen.
Tban is not look'd on. I will lead the way, Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will show you a Achil. What, comes the general to speak chainber and a bed; which bed, because it shall
with me? not speak of your pretty encounters, press it to You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst death : away.
Troy. And Cupid grant ail tongue-tied maidens here, Agam. What says Acbilles ? would be ought Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this geer!
with us? (Ereunt. Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the
general ? SOENE IN. -The Grecian Camp.
Nest. Nothing, my lord. Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, DIOMEDES, NES
Agam. The better. TOR, AJAX, MENELAUS, and CALCHAS.
[Exeunt AGAMEMNON and NESTOR. Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done Achil. Good day, good day. you
Men. How do you ? how do you? The advantage of the time prompts me alond
(Frit MENELAUS, To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind, Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me ? Tbat, through the sight I bear in things, to Ajar. How now, Patroclus ? Jove
Achil. Good morrow, Ajax. I have abandon's Troy, left my possession,
Ajar. Ha ? Incurr'd a traitor's name ; expos'd myselt,
Achil. Good morrow, P-om certain and possess'd conveniences,
Ajar. Ay, and good next day too. To doubtful fortunes ; séquest'ring from me all
(Erit AJAX. That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition, Achil. What mean these fellows 7 Know they Made tame and most familiar to my nature;
not Achilles ? had here, to do you service, am become
Patr. They pass by strangely : they were us'd
• Au instrument for tuning harps, &c. + Shyls
To send their smiles before them to Achilles; Achil. I do believe it; for they pass'd by me, To come as humby, as they us'd to creep
As misers do by beggars : neither gave to me To holy altars.
Good word nor look : What, are my deeds forgot Achil. What, am I poor of late ?
Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, 'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, fortune,
A great-sized monster of ingratitudes ; Must fall out with men too : What the declin'd is, Those scraps are good deeds past : which are He shall as soon read in the eyes of others,
devour'd As feel in his own fall : for men, like butter-As fast as they are made, forgot as soon fies,
(mer: As done: Perseverance, dear my lord, Show not their mealy wings, but to the sum-Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to bang Aud Dot a man, for being simply man,
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail Hath any honour ; but honour for those honours lu monumental mockery. Take the instant way : That are without him, as place, riches, favour, For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Prizes of accident as oft as merit:
Where one but goes abreast : keep the the path; Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, For emulation hath a thousand sons, The love that lean'd on them as slippery too, That one by one pursue : If you give way, Do one pluck down another, and together
Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, e in the fall. But 'tis not so with me :
Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by, ertune and I are friends; I do enjoy
And leave you bindmost ;et ample point all that I did possess,
Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank, Save ihese men's looks; who do, methinks, Lie there for pavement to the abject rear, find out
O'er-run and trampled on : Then what they do Something not worth in me such rich beholding
in present, As they have often given. Here is Ulysses ; Though less than your's in past, must o'ertop P'll interrupt his reading.
For time is like a fashionable host, (your's : How now, Ulysses ?
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the Ulyss. Now great Thetis' son!
band, Achil. What are you reading ?
And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly, Ulyss. A strange fellow here
Grasps in the comer: Welcone ever smiles, Writes me, That man-how dearly ever parted, And farewell goes out sigbing. Oh! let not How much in having, or without, or in,
High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Heat them, and they retort that heat again
Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To the first giver.
To envious and calumniating time. Achil. This is not strange, Ulysses.
One touch of nature makes the whole world The beauty that is borne here in the face
(gawds, The bearer knows not, but commends itself That all, with one consent, praise new-borti To others' eyes : nor doth the eye itself
Though they are made and moulded of things (That most pure spirit of sense,) behold itself,
The present eye praises the present object : Till it hath travellid, and is married there
Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, Where it may see itself: this is not strange That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; at all.
Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Ulyss. I do not strain at the position ;
Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, It is fainiliar ; but at the author's drift:
And still it might; and yet it may again, Who, in his circumstance, + expressly proves If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive, That no man is the lord of any thing,
And case thy reputation in thy tent ; (Though in and of him there be much con Whose glorions deeds, but in these fields of late, sisting,)
Made emulons missions + 'mongst the gods themTill he communicate his parts to others :
And drave great Mars to faction.
(selves, Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Achil. of this my privacy Till he behold them form'd in the applause I have strong reasons. Where they are extended; which, like an arcb, Ulyss. But "gainst your privacy reverberates
The reasons are more potent and heroical :
'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love
The providence that's in a watchful state, Heavens, what a man is there ! a very horse ; Knows alınost every grain of Plutus' gold ; That has he knows not what. Nature, what | Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps ; things there are,
Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the Most abject in regard, and dear in use !
gods, What things again most dear in the esteem, Docs thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. And poor in worth ! Now shall we see to-mor- | There is a mystery (with whom relation row,
Durst never meddle) in the soul of state, An act that very chance doth throw upon him, | Which hath an operation more divine, Ajax renow'd. O heavens, what some men do, | Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to : While some men leave to do!
All the commerce that you have had with Troy, How some men creep in skittish fortune's ball, As perfectly is our's, as your's my lord ; Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes!
And better would it fit Achilles much, How one man eats into another's pride,
To throw down Hector, than Polyxena : Whiles pride is fasting in his wantonness!
But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home, To see these Grecian lords !--why, even already When fame shall in our islands sound her They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder ;
trump, As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast, And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing,-And great Troy shrinking,
• New fashioned toys.
# Causing the gede • How excellent soever endowed.
themselves to enlist among the combatants. Detail of argument.
Great Hector's sister did Achilles win;
Ther. Ha ! But our great Ajax bravely beat down him. | Patr. Who most humbly desires you, to in Farewell, my lord: I as your lover. speak; vite Hector to his tent The fool slides o'er the ice that you should break. Ther. Humph !
[Exit. Patr. And to procure safe conduct from
Patr. Ay, my lord.
Patr. What say you to't ?
Ther. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold, | o'clock it will go one way or other; howsoever, And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, he shall pay for me ere he has me. Be shook to air.
Patr. Your answer, Sir. Achil. Shall Ajax fight with Hector ?
Ther. Fare you well, with all my heart. Patr. Ay, and, perhaps, receive much honour Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he by him.
Ther. No, but he's out o'tune thas. What Achil. I see my reputation is at stake ;
music will be in him when Hector has knocked My fame is shrewdly gor'd.
out his brains, I know not : But, I am sure, none; Patr, Oh! then beware;
unles the fiddler Apollo get his sinews to make Those wounds heal ill, that men do give them catlings. on. Omnission to do what is necessary (selves : Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him Seals a commission to a blank of danger; straight. And danger, like an ague, subtly taints
Ther. Let me bear another to his horse ; for Even then when we sit idly in the sun.
that's the more capable + creature. Achil. Go call Thersites hither, sweet Pauro Achil. My mind is troubled, like a fountain clus :
stirr'd ; I'll send the fool to Ajax, and desire him
And I myself see not the bottom of it. To invite the Trojan lords, after the combat,
[Exeunt ACHILLES and PATROCLUS. To see us here anarm'd: I have a woman's Ther, 'Would the fountain of your mind were An appetite that I am sick withal, (longing, clear again, that I might water an ass at it! I had To see great Hector in his weeds of peace; rather be a tick in a sheep, than such a vaTo talk with him, and to behold his visage, liant ignorance.
(Exit. Even to my full of view. A labour say'd !
SCENE 1.-Troy.--A Street.
Enter, at one side, ÆNEAS and SERVANT, Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with
with a torch ; at the other, PARIS, DEPHOHector; and is so prophetically proud of an
BUS, ANTENOR, DIOMEDES, and others, with
torches. heroical cudgelling, that he raves iu saying nothing.
Par. See, hol who's that there? Achil. How can that be ?
Dei. 'Tis the lord Æneas. Ther. Why, he stalks np and down like a pea Æne. Is the prince there in person ?cock, a stride, and a stand : ruminates, like an Had I so good occasion to lie long, hostess, that hath no arithmetic but her brain to As you, prince Paris, nothing but heavenly set down her reckoning: bites his lip with a
business politic regard, as who should say-there were wit should rob my bed-mate of my company. in this head, an 'twould out ; and so there is : Dio. That's my mind too.-Good morrow, lord but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a fint,
Æneas. which will not show without knocking. The Par. A valiant Greek, Eneas ; take his hand : man's undone for ever; for if Hector break not Witness the process of your speech, wherein his neck i'the combat, he'll break it himself in You told-how Diomed, a whole week by days, vain-glory. He knows not me: I said, Good - Did baunt you in the field. morrow, Ajax ; and he replies, Thanks, Agamemnon. What think you of this man, that takes During all question of the gentle truce : me for the general 3 He is grown a very land. But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiance fish, languageless, a monster. A plague of As heart can think, or courage execute, opinion ! a man may wear it on both sides, like Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces, a leather jerkin.
Our bloods are now in calm ; and, 50 long, Achil. Thou must be my ambassador to him,
health : Thersites.
But when contention and occasion meet, Ther. Who, 1? why, he'll answer nobody ; By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life, be professes not answering ; speaking is for With all my force, pursuit, and policy. beggars; he wears bis tongue in his arms. 1 Æne. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will by will put on his presence ; let Patroclus make With his face backward.-Inhumane gentle. demands to me, you shall see the pageant of
Welcome to Troy ! now, by Anchises' life, Achil. To him, Patroclus : Tell him,- 1 hum. | Welcome indeed! By Venus' hand I swear, bly desire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most No man alive can love, in such a sort, valorous Hector to come unarm'd to my tent; The thing he means t and to procure safe conduct for bis person, ofl Dio. We sympathize :-Jove, let Æneas live the magnanimous and most illustrious six-or-/ If to my sword his fate be not the glory, seven-times-hopuured captain general of the A thousand complete courses of the sun! Grecian army, Agamemnon. Do this.
But, in mine emulous honour, let him die, Patr. Jove bless great Ajax.
With every joint a wound; and that to-morTher. Humph !
row ! Patr I come from the worthy Achilles,
• Lute-strings made of catgut. + Intelligent, • Friend.
Æne. We know each other well.
| And dreaming night will bido onr loys no longer Dio. We do ; and long to know each other I wound not from thee. worse.
Cres. Night hath been too brief. Par. This is the most despiteful gentle greet. Tro. Beshrew the witch! with venomous
wights she stays, The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.- As tedionsly as hell ; but flies the grasps of love, What business, lord, so early?
With wings more momentary-swift thau thought. Æne. I was sent for to the king ; but why, I You will catch cold, and curse ne. know not.
(res. Pr'ythee tarry ;Par. His purpose meets you ; 'Twas to bring You men will never tarry.-this Greek
O foolish Cressid II might have still beld off. To Calchas' bouse ; and there to render him, And then you would have tarried. Hark! there's For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid :
one up. Let's bave your company; or, if you please,
Pan. (Within.) What, are all the doors open Haste there before us : I constantly do think, here (Or, rather, call my thought a certain know. Tro. It is your uncle.
ledge,) My brother Troilus lodges there to-night;
Enter PANDARUS. Rouse him, and give him note of our appoach, Cres. A pestilence on bim! How will he be With the whole quality wherefore : I fear,
mocking : We shall be much unwelcome.
I shall have such a life,-Ane. That I assure you ;
Pan. How now, bow now ? how go maiden. Troilas had rather Troy were borne to Greece, heads 1-Here, you maid! where's my cousin Than Cressid borne from Troy.
Cressid ? Par. There is no help ;
Cres. Go bang yourself, you naughty mocking The bitter disposition of the time
uncle ! Will have it so. On, lord ; we'ıl follow you. You bring ine to do, and then you fout me too. Æne. Good morrow, all.
[Erit. Pan. To do what to do what 1-let her say Par. And tell me, noble Diorned ; 'faith, tell what : what have I brought you to do me true,
me ; beshrew your beart! Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship,
you'll ne'er be good, Who, in your thonghts, merits fair Helen best, Nor suffer others. Myself, or Menelaus ?
Pan. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch ! a poor Dio. Both alike :
capocchia It-hast not slept to-night I would he He merits well to have her, that doth seek her not, a naughty man, let it sleep! a bugbear take (Not making any scruple of her soilure,)
(Knocking. With such a hell of pain, and world of charge ; Cres. Did I not tell you would he were And you as well to keep her, that defend her
knock'd o'the head 1 (Not palating the taste of her dishonour,)
Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see. With such a costly loss of wealth and friends : My lord, coine you again into my chamber : He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up
You smile, and mock me, as if I meant The lees and dregs of a fiat tamed piece ;
naughtily. You, like a lecher, out of wborish loins
Tro. Ha, ha'' Are pleas'd to breed out your inheritors :
Cres. Come, you are deceiv'd, I thing of no Both merits pois'd, each weighs nor less por
(Knocking. more ;
| How earnestly they knock 1-pray you, come in ; But he as he, the heavier for a whore.
I would not for half Troy have you seen here, Par. You are too bitter to your countrywo
(Ereunt TROILUS and CRESSIDA. man.
Pan. (Going to the door.) Who's there? Dio. She's bitter to her country : Hear me, what's the matter ? will you beat down the doors Paris,
How now? what's the matter?
Enter ÆNEAS. of her contaminated carrion weight,
Æne. Good morrow, lord, good morrow. A Trojan hath been slain; since she could Pan. Who's there ? my lord Æneast By my speak,
troth, I knew you wot: what news with you so She hath not given so many good words breath, early ? As for her Greeks and Trojans suffer'd death. Æne. Is not prince Troilus bere?
Par. Fair Diorned, you do as chapmen do, Pan. Here I what should he do here Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy :
Æne. Come, he is here, my lord, do not deny But we in silence hold this virtue well.
him ; We'll not commend what we intend to sell, It doth import bim much, to speak with me. Here lies our way.
[Leunt. Pan. Is he here, say you ? 'tis more than I
know. SCENE II.-The same.-Court before the I'll be sworn For my own part, I came in House of PANDARUS. What sbould he do here?
Ane. Who !-nay, then :
Come, come, you'll do himn wrong ere you are Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself the morn is
'ware : cold.
You'll be so true to him, to be false to bim : Cres. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine Do uot you kdow of him, yet go fetch bim hither;
uncle down ; He shall unbolt the gates. Tro. Trouble him not ;
As PANDARUS is going out, enter TROILUS. To bed, to bed : Sleep kill those pretty eyes,
Tro. How now ? what's the matter And give as soft attachinent to thy senses,
Ane. My lord, I scarce have leisure to saAs infants' empty of all thought !
lute you, ('res. Good morrow ther.
My matter is so rash: $ There is at land Tro, 'Pr'ythee now, to bed.
Paris your brother, and Deiphobus, Cres. Are you a weary of me?
The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor Tro. () Cressida ! but that the busy day, Deliver'd to us : and for him forthwith, Wak'd by the lark, bath rous'd the ribald
Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour, crows,
• AwAuton insinuation.
Il betide • Lawd, noisy.
* An Italian word for poor fool. Hasty.
Tove thee in so
bane; he lus; That the Purity,
We must give up to Diomedes' band
SCENE IV.--The same --A Room in PANDA The lady Cressida.
* RUS' House.
Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA.
Pan. Be moderate, be moderate.
Cres. Why tell you me ot' moderation Tro. How my achievements miock me!
The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste, I will go meet them: and, my lord Æneas, And violenteth in a sense as strong We met by chance ; you did not find me here. As that which causeth it: How can I moderate ne. Good, good, my lord : the secrets of If I could temporize with my affection, nature
Or brew it to a weak and colder palate, Have not more gift in taciturnity.
The like allayment could I give my grief : (Ereunt TROILUS and ÆNEAS. My love admits no qualifying dross ; Pan. Is't possible ? no sooner got, but lost! No more my grief, in such a precious loss. The devil take Antenor the young prince will go mad. A plague upon Antenor, I would, they
Enter TROILUS. had broke's neck!
Pan, Here, bere, here he comes.--Ah! sweet
ducks! Enter CRESSIDA.
Cres. O Troilus ! Troilus ! Cres. How now? What is the matter? Who
[Embracing him. was here?
Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let Pan. Ah ! ab!
me embrace too: 0 heart,-as the goodly say. Cres. Why sigh you so profoundly? where's ing is,
my lord gone ? Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter?
O heart, I heary heart, Pan. 'Would I were as deep under the earth
Why sigh’st thou without breaking ? as I am above !
wbere he answers again, Cres. O the gods I-What's the matter?
Because thou canst not ease thy smart, Pan. Pr'ythee, get thee in; 'Would thou
By friendship, nor by speaking. had'st ne'er been born! I knew, thou would'st be his death:40 poor gentleman I-A plague upon There never was a truer rhyme. Let us cast Antenor!
away nothing, for we may live to have need of Cres. Good uncle, I beseech you on my knees, such a verse; we see it, we see it.-How now, I beseech you, what's the matter?
lambs? Pan. Thou must be gone, wench, thou must Tro. Cressid, I love thee in 80 strain's a be gone; thou art changed for Antenor : thou must to thy father, and begone from Troilus ; That the bless'd gods-as angry with my fancy, 'twill be bis death ; 'twill be his bane; he can | More bright in zeal than the devotion which not bear it.
Cold lips blow to their deities,-take thee from ('res. O you immortal gods I will not go.
me. Pan. 'Thou must.
Cres. Have the gods envy 3 Cres. I will not, uncle : I have forgot my Pan. Ay, ay, ay, ay; 'us too plain a case. father :
Cres. And is it true, that I must go from I know no touch of consanguinity ;
('res. What, and from Troilus too?
Cres. Is it possible? If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and death, Tro. And suddenly ; where injury of chance Do to this body what extremes you can ;
Puts back leave-talking, justles roughly by But the strong base and building of my love All time of pause, rudely beguiles our lips Is as the very centre of the earth,
of all rejoindure, forcibly prevents Drawing all things to it.--I'll go in, and Our lock'd embrasures, strangles our dear vows weep ;
Eren in the birth of our own labouring breath : Pan. Do, do.
We two, that with so many thousand sighs Cres. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves praised cheeks,
With the rude brevity and discharge of one. Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my Injurious time now, with a robber's baste, beart
Crams bis rich thievery up, he knows not how : With sounding Froilus. I will not go from Troy. As many farewells as be stars in heaven,
(Ereunt. With distinct breath and consign'd. kisses to
He fumbles up into a loose adieu ; [them,
And scants us with a single famish'd kiss,
Distasted with the salt of broken + tears.
Ane. (Within.) My lord ! is the lady ready ?
Tro. Hark! you are call'd : Some say, the Enter PARIS, TROILUS, ÆNEAS, DEIPHOBUS,
Cries, Come ! to him that instantly must die. Par. It is great morning; and the hour pre- Bid them have patience ; sbe shall come anon. fix'd
Pan. Where are my tears? rain, to lay this of her delivery to this valiant Greek
wind, or my heart will be blown up by the root ! Comes fast upon :--Good my brother Troilus,
(Erit PANDARUS. Tell you the lady what she is to do,
Cres. I must then to the Greeks? And baste her to the purpose.
Tro. No remedy. Tro. Walk in to her house ;
Cres. A woeful Cressid 'mongst the merry I'll bring her to the Grecian presently:
When shall we see again?
(Greeks! And to his hand when I deliver her,
Tro. Hear me, my love : Be thou but true of Think it an altar; and thy brother Troilus
heart, A priest, there offering to it his own heart.
Cres. I true! how now ? what wicked deem 1 (Exit.
is this? Par. I know what 'tis to love ;
Tro. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly, And 'would, as I shall pity, I cruld help!
For it is parting from us : Pleuso you, walk in, my lords.
Ereunt. I speak not, be thou true, as fearing thee;
• Sense or feeling of relati nship.