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Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen.--I long to hear how they sped to-day.-You'll remember your brother's excuse ?
Par. To a hair.
[A Retreat sounded. Par. They are come from field : let us to Priam's
Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. [Exeunt.
Enter PANDARUS and a Seryant, meeting. Pan. How now? Where's thy master ? at my cousin Cressida's ?
Serv. No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him thither.
Pan. O, here he comes.—How now, how now?
[Erit Servant. Pan. Have you seen my cousin ?
Tro. No, Pandarus : Í stalk about her door,
Pan. Walk here i'the orchard, I'll bring her straight.
[Exit PANDARUS. Tro. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense; What will it be, When that the watry palate tastes indeed Love's thrice-reputed nectar? death, I fear me; Swooning destruction; or some joy too fine, Too subtle-potent, tun'd too sharp in sweetness, For the capacity of my ruder powers : I fear it much ; and I do fear besides, That I shall lose distinction in my joys; As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps The enemy flying
Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight : you must be witty now. She does so blush, and
fetches her wind so short, as if she were frayed with a sprite : I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain :she fetches her breath, as short as a new-ta'en spar
[Exit PANDARUS. Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom: My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse; And all my powers do their bestowing lose, Like vassalage at unawares encount'ring The eye of majesty,
Enter PAN DARUS and CRESSIDA.
Pan. Come, come, what need you blush ? shame's a baby.—Here she is now : swear the oaths now to her, that you have sworn to me.-What, are you gone again? you must be watched ere you be made tame, must you ? Come your ways, come your ways; an you draw backward, we'll put you i'the fills. ? - Why do you not speak to her ?-Come, draw this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas the day, how loath you are to offend daylight! an 'twere dark, you'd close sooner. So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistress.: How now, a kiss in fee-farm! build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out, ere I part you. The falcon as the tercel, 4 for all the ducks i'the river : go to,
Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady.
2 Shafts of a carriage. 3 The allusion is to bowling; what is now called the jack was formerly termed the mistress. 4 The tercel is the male and the falcon the female hawk. VOL. VII.
Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds : but she'll bereave you of the deeds to, if she call your activity in question. What, billing again? Here's -In witness whereof the parties interchangeablyCome in, come in ; I'll go get a fire.
[Exit PANDARUS. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ? Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wished me thus?
Cres. Wished my lord ?—The gods grant !-O my lord!
Tro. What should they grant? what makes this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love? Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have
eyes. Tro. Fears make devils cherubins; they never see truly.
Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear: To fear the worst, oft cures the worst.
Tro. O, let my lady apprehend no fear : in all Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster.
Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither?
Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings; when we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers; thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady,that the will is infinite, and the execution confined; that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to limit.
Cres. They say, all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that
they never perform ; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. They that have the voice of lions, and the act of hares, are they not monsters?
Tro. Are there such ? 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 reversion shall have a praise in present: we will not name desert, before his birth; and, being born, his additions shall be humble. Few words to fair faith: Troilus shall be such to Cressid, -as what envy say worst, shall be a mock for his truth; and what truth can speak truest, not truer than Troilus.
Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?
Re-enter PANDARUS. Pan, What, blushing still ? have you not done talking yet!
Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate
Pan. I thank you 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.
Tro. You know now your hostages; your uncle's word, and
firm faith. Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; our kindred, though they be long ere they are wooed, they are constant, being won: they are burs, I can tell you ; they'll stick where they are thrown.