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To help udarm our Hector : his stubborn buckles,
Helen. 'Twill make us proud to be his servant, Paris :
Par, Sweet, above thought I love thee. [Exeunta
SCENE III, An orchard 10 Pandarus's houfe.
Enter Pandarus, and Troilus's man. Pan. Now, where's thy master at my cousin Crefa
fida's ? Ser, No, Sir, he prays you to conduct him thither.
Troi. No, Pandarus : I ftalk about her door,
[Exit Pandarus, Proi. I'm giddy; expectation whirls me round, Th'imaginary relish is so sweet, That it inchants 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 fome joy too fine, Too subtil-potent, and too sharp in sweetness, For the capacity of my rude powers ; I fear it much, and I do fear besides, That I fhall lose distinction in a y d ys;
As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
Re-enter Pandarus. 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 'fraid with a sprite. I'll bring her. It is the prettiest villain, she fetches her breath as short as a new-ta'en sparrow. [Exit Pandarus.".
Troi. Ev’n such a passion doth embrace my bosom... My heart beats thicker than a fev'roys pulse; And all my pow'rs do their bestowing lote, Like vassalage at ucawares encountring, The eye of Majesty.
SCENE IV. Enter Pandarus and Creffida.'. 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 watch'd ere you be made tame, muit you? coine your ways, come your ways;
you draw back ward, we'll put you i'th' files *. Why do you not . speak to her? Come, draw this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas the day, how loth you are to offend day light? an''twere dark, you'd clole fooner. So, fo, rub on, and kiss thy mistress; how now, a kiss in feefarin? build there, carpenter, the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out, ere ! part you. The faulcon as the tercel, for all the ducks i' th'river : go to,
Troi. You have bereft me of all words, lady..
Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but she'll i bereave
you of deeds too, it the call your activity in que. stion. What, billing again? here's, in witnets whereof the parties interchangeably.
-Come in, coine in, I'll go get a fire.
[Exit Pandarus. Gre. Will you walk in, my Lord? Troi. O Crefsida, how often have I wish'd me thus ?
Gre. With’d, my Lord! the gods grant-Omy: Lord.
• Alluding to the custom of putting men suspected of cowardice a in the middle places, :
Proi. What should they grant? what makes this preto ty abruption? what too curious dreg espies my sweet Lady in the fountain of our love ?
Gre. More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes,
Tici. Fears, make devils of cherubims, they never fee truly
Gre. Blind fear, which seeing reason leads, finds fa. fer footing than blind reason Itumbling witbout fear. To fear the worst, oft cures the worse.
Troi, o, let my Lady apprehend no, fear; in all Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster.
Gre Nor nothing monstrous neither?
Trci. Nothing, but our undertakings; when we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tygers; think. ing it harder for our mistress to devile, impolition enough thaò for us to undergo any difficulty impoled. This is. the monstruosity in love, Lady, that the will is infinite, and the execution confin'd; that the desire is bounde less, and the act a slave to limit.
Gre. 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 mon trous ?
Tros. Are there such ? such are not we;. praise us as : we are tasted, allow. us as we provę: our head shall go bare, till merit crown it; no perfection in reversion thall have a praise, in present; we will not name desert before his birth, and, being born, his addition shall be humble ; few words to fair faith. Troilus shall be such.to Crefa fida, as what envy can say worst, shall be a mock 'fore his truth; and what truch can speak trueft, not truer than Troilus. Gre. Will you walk in, my. Lord ?:
SCENE V, Enter Pandarus. Pan, What, blushing ftiH? 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 holtages; 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 constant, being won; they are burs, I can tell you, they'll stick where they are throwo.
Cre. Boldness coines to me now, and brings me heart. Prince Truilus, I have lov'd you night and day For many weary months.
Troi. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win ?
Gre. Hard to seem won : but I was won, my Lord, With the first glance that ever -pardon me If I confess much, you will play the tyrant ; I love you now; but not till now, so much. But I might mafter it-in faith, I lyeMy 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 so 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 bad mens' privilege, Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; For in this rapture I shall surely speak The thing I shall repent; fee, fee, your filence (Cunning in dumbness) from my weakness draws My very foul of countel. Stop my mouth: Troi. And shall, albeit sweet mulic issues thence,
[Kiling. Pan, Pretty, i' faith.
Cre. My Lord, I do beseech you, pardon me;
Troi. Your leave, sweet Crellid ?
Troi. You cannot shun yourself.
Cre. Let me go try. I have a kind of self resides with you : But an unkind self, 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.
so wisely. Cre. Perchance, my Lord, I fhew more craft than. And fell fo roundly to a large confession [love, To angle for your thoughts : but you are wife, Or else you love not. To be wise and love, Exceeds man's might, and dwells with gods above.
Troi. O that I thought it could be in a woman,
her lamp and fames of love,
Cre, in that I'll war with you...
Troi. O virtuous fight ! When right with right wars who shall be most right.. • True fwains in love shall in the world to come « Approve their truths by Troilus; when their shimes, . - Full of protest, of oath, and big compare, I Want fimilies: truth, tired with iteration, • As true as steel, as plantage to the moon " As fun to day, as turtle to her mate, 6- As iron to ajamzot, as earth to th'center: • Yet after all comparisons of truth,
* It was heretofore the prevailing opinion, that the production and
owth of plants depended much upon the influences of the moon: and the rules and directions given for fowing, planting, grafting, and pruning, had reference geocrally to the changes, the incrcafs, or. waining of che moon.