To help unarm our Hector: his ftubborn buckles,
With thefe your white inchanting fingers touch'd,
Shall more obey, than to the edge of steel,

Or force of Greekifh finews: you fhall do more
Than all the island Kings, difarm great Hector,
Helen. 'Twill make us proud to be his fervant, Paris :
Yea, what he fhall receive of us in duty,

Gives us more palm in beauty than we have,
Yea, overfhines ourself.

Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee, [Exeunt.

SCENE III, An orchard to Pandarus's houfe. Enter Pandarus, and Troilus's man.

Pan. Now, where's thy master at my coufin Cref
fida's?

Ser, No, Sir, he prays you to conduct him thither,
Enter Troilus.

Pan. O, here he comes; how now, how now ?
Troi. Sirrah, walk off.

Pan. Have you feen my

coufin?

Troi. No, Pandarus: I ftalk about her door,
Like a ftrange foul upon the Stygian banks
Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon,
And give me fwift tranfportance to those fields,
Where I may wallow in the lily beds

Propos'd for the deferver! O gentle Pandarus,
From Cupid's fhoulder pluck his painted wings,
And fly with me to Creffid.

Pan. Walk here i' th' orchard, I will bring her ftraight.

[Exit Pandarus.

Troi. I'm giddy; expectation whirls me round.

Th' imaginary relifh is fo fweet,

That it inchants my fenfe: what will it be,

When that the watry palate tastes indeed

Love's thrice-reputed nectar? death, I fear me ;
Swooning deftruction, or fome joy too fine,
Too fubtil-potent, and too fharp in fweetness,
For the capacity of my rude powers;
I fear it much, and I do fear befides,
That I fhall lofe diftinction in ny jays;

As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps

The flying enemy.

Re-enter Pandarus.

Pan. She's making her ready, fhe'll come ftraight; you must be witty now. She does so blush, and fetches her wind fo fhort, as if the were 'fraid with a sprite. I'll bring her. It is the prettiest villain, fhe fetches her breath as fhort as a new-ta'en sparrow. [Exit Pandarus.. Troi. Ev'n fuch a paffion doth embrace my bosom... My heart beats thicker than a fev'roys pulse; And all my pow'rs do their bestowing lofe, Like vaffalage at unawares encountring The eye of Majefty.

SCENE IV. Enter Pandarus and Creffida..

Pan. Come, come; what need you blush? fhame's a baby. Here the is now: fwear the oaths now to her, that you have fworn to me. What, are you gone again? you must be watch'd ere you be made tame, muit you? come your ways, come your ways; if you draw back. ward, we'll put you i' th' files *• Why do you not fpeak to her? Come, draw this curtain, and let's fee: your picture, Alas the day, how loth you are to offend. day light? an' 'twere dark, you'd clofe fooner. So, fo, rub on, and kifs thy mistress; how now, a kifs in feefarm? build there, carpenter, the air is fweet. Nay, you fhall fight your hearts out, ere I part you. The faulcon as the tercel, for all the ducks i' th' river: go to, go to.

Trai. You have bereft me of all words, lady.

Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but she'll bereave you of deeds too, if the call your activity in que ftion. What, billing again? here's, in witness whereof. the parties interchangeably- Come in, come in,. [Exit Pandarus..

I'll

go get a fire.

Gre. Will you walk in, my Lord?

Troi. O Creffida, how often have I wish'd me thus ? Gre. Wifh'd, my Lord! the gods grant--O my; Lord.

Alluding to the custom of putting men fufpected of cowardice e in the middle places.

Troi. What should they grant? what makes this pretty abruption? what too curious dreg efpies my sweet Lady in the fountain of our love?

Gre. More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes. Trei. Fears make devils of cherubims, they never fee truly.

Gre. Blind fear, which feeing reafon leads, finds fafer footing than blind reafon ftumbling without fear. To fear the worst, oft cures the worse.

Troi. O, let my Lady apprehend no fear; in all Cupid's pageant there is prefented no monster.

Gre Nor nothing monftrous neither?

Trei. Nothing, but our undertakings; when we voW to weep feas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tygers; thinking it harder for our mistress to devife impofition enough than for us to undergo any difficulty impofed. This is the monftruofity in love, Lady, that the will is infinite, and the execution confin'd; that the defire is boundlefs, and the act a flave to limit.

Gre. They fay, all lovers fwear more performance than they are able; and yet referve an ability that they never perform: vowing more than the perfection of ten, and difcharging less than the tenth part of one. They that have the voice of lions, and the act of hares, are they not monstrous?

Troi. Are there fuch? such are not we; praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove: our head shall go. bare, till merit crown it; no perfection in reverfion fhall have a praise in prefent; we will not name defert before his birth, and, being born, his addition fhall be humble ; few words to fair faith. Troilus fhall be fuch to Creffida, as what envy can fay worst, fhall be a mock 'fore his truth; and what truth can speak trueft, not truer than Troilus.

SCENE V, Enter Pandarus.

Pan, What, blushing ftill? have you not done talking. yet?

Cre. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you.

Pan. I than kyou for that; if my Lord get a boy of

you, you'll give him me; be true to my Lord; if he flinch, chide me for it.

Troi. You know now your hostages; your uncle's word and my firm faith.

Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too: our kin. dred, though they be long ere they are woo'd, they are conftant, being won; they are burs, I can tell you, they'll stick where they are thrown.

Gre. Boldness coines to me now, and brings me heart. Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day For many weary months.

Troi. Why was my Creffid then fo hard to win?
Gre. Hard to feem won: but I was won, my Lord,
With the first glance that ever- -pardon me
If I confefs much, you will play the tyrant;
I love you now; but not till now, fo much.
But I might master it- -in faith, I lye-
My thoughts were, like unbridled children, grown
Too headstrong for their mother; fee, we fools!
Why have I blabb'd? who shall be true to us,
When we are fo unfecret to ourselves?
But though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not;
And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man ;
Or that we women had mens' privilege,

Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; :
For in this rapture I fhall furely speak

The thing I fhall repent; fee, fee, your filence
(Cunning in dumbnefs) from my weakness draws,
My very foul of countel. Stop my mouth;
Troi. And fhall, albeit fweet mufic iffues thence.
[Kiffing

Pan. Pretty, i' faith.

Gre. My Lord, I do befeech you, pardon me ; 'Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kifs..

I am afham'd:

O heavens, what have I done!

For this time will I take my leave, my Lord.

Troi. Your leave, fweet Creffid?

Pan. Leave! an' you take leave till to-morrow morn} ing

Gre. Pray you, content you.

Troi. What offends you, Lady?

Gre. Sir, mine own company.

Troi. You cannot fhun yourself.

Cre. Let me go try.

I have a kind of self refides with you :
But an unkind felf, that itself will leave,
To be another's fool. Where is my wit?
I would be gone. I speak I know not what.

Troi. Well know they what they speak, that speak: fo wifely,

Cre. Perchance, my Lord, I fhew more craft than. And fell fo roundly to a large confeffion

To angle for your thoughts: but you are wife,

Or else you love not.

To be wife and love,

[love,

Exceeds man's might, and dwells with gods above.. Troi. O that I thought it could be in a woman,.

(As, if it can, I will prefume in you),

To feed for ay her lamp and flames of love,
To keep her conftancy in plight and youth
Out living beauties outward; with a mind
That doth renew swifter than blood decays !^.
Or, that perfuafion could but once convince me,
That my integrity and truth to you

Might be affronted with the match and weight.
Of fuch a winnow'd purity in love :
How were I then uplifted! but, alas!
Jam as true as truth's fimplicity,
And fimpler than the infancy of truth..
Gre. In that I'll war with you...

Troi. O virtuous fight!

When right with right wars who fhall be most right..
• True fwains in love fhall in the world to come
Approve their truths by Troilus; when their rhimes,.
Full of proteft, of oath, and big compare,

• Want fimilies: truth, tired with iteration,
As true as steel, as plantage to the moon
As fun to day, as turtle to her mate,

• As iron to adamaut, as earth to th' center : • Yet after all comparisons of truth,

* It was heretofore the prevailing opinion, that the production and growth of plants depended much upon the influences of the moon: and the rules and directions given for fowing, planting, grafting, and pruning, had referetice generally to the changes, the increase, or . waining of the moon.