Troilus and Cressida (Quarto 1, 1609)
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¶Anthenor, the young Prince will go madde, a plague vpon
¶Anthenor. I would they had brok's neck.
¶Pand. Ah, ah!
¶tell me sweete Vncle, whats the matter.
¶Pan. Would I were as deepe vnder the earth as I am aboue.
¶Cres. O the Gods, whats the matter?
¶borne, I knew thou wouldest be his death. O poore Gentle-
¶man, a plague vpon Anthenor.
¶matter?
¶art chang'd for Anthenor. Thou must to thy father and bee
¶gone from Troylus, twill be his death, twill bee his bane, hee
2355cannot beare it.
¶Cres. O you immortall Gods, I will not go.
¶Cres. I will not Vncle. I haue forgot my father,
¶I know no touch of consanguinitie,
¶As the sweete Troylus. O you gods diuine,
¶If euer she leaue Troylus. Time, force and death,
¶Do to this body what extreames you can:
¶Is as the very center of the earth,
¶Drawing all things to it. Ile go in and weepe.
¶Pand. Do, do.
¶Crack my cleare voyce with sobs, and breake my heart,
¶With sounding Troylus: I will not go from Troy.
¶
Enter Paris, Troyl. Æneas, Deiphob, Anth. Diomedes.
2375Par. It is great morning, and the houre prefixt,
¶For her deliuery to this valiant Greeke,
¶Comes fast vpon: good my brother Troylus
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