Troilus and Cressida (Quarto 1, 1609)
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of Troylus and Cresseida.
¶My Lord, come you againe into my chamber,
¶You smile and mock me, as if I meant naughtily.
¶Troyl. Ha, ha.
¶I would not for halfe Troy haue you seene here,
Exeunt.
¶Pand. Who's there? what's the matter? will you beate
¶downe the doore? How now, what's the matter?
¶Æne. Good morrow Lord, good morrow.
2305Pand. Who's there my Lord Æneas: by my troth I knew
¶you not: what newes with you so early?
¶Æne. Is not Prince Troylus heere?
¶Æne. Come he is here, my Lord, do not deny him,
2310It doth import him much to speake with me.
¶For my owne part I came in late: what should hee doe
¶here?
¶Æne. Who, nay then! Come. come, youle do him wrong,
¶Do not you know of him, but yet go fetch him hither, go.
¶Troyl. How now, whats the matter?
¶Paris your brother, and Deiphobus,
¶The Grecian Diomed, and our Anthenor
¶Deliuer'd to him, and forth-with,
¶We must giue vp to Diomedes hand
¶The Lady Cresseida.
2330They are at hand, and ready to effect it.
¶Troyl. How my atchiuements mock me,
¶I will go meete them: and my Lord Æneas,
¶We met by chance, you did not finde me here.
2335Haue not more guift in taciturnitie.
Exeunt.
H2
Pand.
