You smile, and mock me, as if I meant naughtily. Tro. Ha, ha! thing. Cres. Come, you are deceiv'd, I think of no such [Knocking. How earnestly they knock!-pray you, come in; I would not for half Troy have you seen here. [Exeunt TROILUS and CRESSIDA. Pan. [Going to the door.] Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the door? How now? what's the matter? Enter ENEAS. Ene. Good morrow, lord, good morrow. Pan. Who's there? my lord Æneas? By my troth, I knew you not: what news with you so early? Ene. Is not prince Troilus here? Pan. Here! what should he do here? Ene. Come, he is here, my lord, do not deny him; It doth import him much, to speak with me. Pan. Is he here, say you? 'tis more than I know, I'll be sworn :-For my own part, I came in late: What should he do here? Ene. Who!-nay, then : Come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you are 'ware : AS PANDARUS is going out, enter TROILUS. Tro. How now? what's the matter? Ene. My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you, My matter is so rash: 7 There is at hand Ene. By Priam, and the general state of Troy: They are at hand, and ready to effect it. Tro. How my achievements mock me! I will go meet them: and, my lord Æneas, [Exeunt TROILUS and ÆNEAS. Pan. Is't possible? no sooner got, but lost? The devil take Antenor! the young prince will go mad. A plague upon Antenor, I would, they had broke's neck! Enter CRESSIDA. Cres. How now? What is the matter? Who was here? Pan. Ah, ah! + Cres. Why sigh you so profoundly? where's my lord gone? Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter? Pan. 'Would I were as deep under the earth as I am above! Cres. O the gods!-what's the matter? 7 Hasty. Pan. Pr'ythee, get thee in; 'Would thou had'st ne'er been born! I knew, thou would'st be his death poor gentleman!-A plague upon Antenor ! : Cres. Good uncle, I beseech you on my knees, I beseech you, what's the matter? Pan. Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be gone; thou art changed for Antenor: thou must to thy father, and begone from Troilus; 'twill be his death; 'twill be his bane; he cannot bear it. Cres. O you immortal gods!-I will not go. Pan. Thou must. Cres. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father; I know no touch of consanguinity; No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me, But the strong base and building of my love Drawing all things to it.-I'll go in, and weep;— Cres. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised cheeks, heart Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my [Exeunt. • Sense or feeling of relationship. SCENE III. The same. Before Pandarus' House. Enter PARIS, TROILUS, ENEAS, DEIPHOBUS, ANTENOR, and DIOMEDES. Par. It is great morning; and the hour prefix'd Of her delivery to this valiant Greek Comes fast upon:-Good my brother Troilus, the lady what she is to do, Tell you And haste her to the purpose. Walk in to her house; Tro. And to his hand when I deliver her, SCENE IV. [Exit. [Exeunt. The same. A Room in Pandarus' House. Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA. Pan. Be moderate, be moderate. Cres. Why tell you me of moderation? The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste, And violenteth in a sense as strong As that which causeth it: How can I moderate it? If I could temporize with my affection, Or brew it to a weak and colder palate, The like allayment could I give my grief; My love admits no qualifying dross : No more my grief, in such a precious loss. Enter TROILUS. Pan. Here, here, here he comes.—Ah sweet ducks! Cres. O Troilus! Troilus! [Embracing him. Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me embrace too: O heart,-as the goodly saying is,-o heart, o heavy heart, Why sigh'st thou without breaking? where he answers again, Because thou canst not ease thy smart, By friendship, nor by speaking. There never was a truer rhyme. Let us cast away Pan. Ay, ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a case. Cres. And is it true, that I must go from Troy? Tro. A hateful truth. Cres. What, and from Troilus too? Is it possible? Tro. From Troy, and Troilus. Tro. And suddenly; where injury of chance Our lock'd embrasures, strangles our dear vows |