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Troilus and Cressida (Folio 1, 1623)
Troylus and Cressida.
2351seech you what's the matter?
2353thou art chang'd for Anthenor: thou must to thy Father,
2354and be gone from Troylus: 'twill be his death: 'twill be
2355his baine, he cannot beare it..
2356Cres. O you immortall gods! I will not goe.
2358Cres. I will not Vnckle: I haue forgot my Father:
2359I know no touch of consanguinitie:
2361As the sweet Troylus: O you gods diuine!
2363If euer she leaue Troylus: time, orce and death,
2364Do to this body what extremitie you can;
2366Is as the very Center of the earth,
2367Drawing all things to it. I will goe in and weepe.
2368Pan. Doe, doe.
2370cheekes,
2371Cracke my cleere voyce with sobs, and breake my heart
2373Enter Paris, Troylus, AEneas, Deiphebus, An-
2374thenor and Diomedes.
2376Of her deliuerie to this valiant Greeke
2377Comes fast vpon: good my brother Troylus,
2378Tell you the Lady what she is to doe,
2381Ile bring her to the Grecian presently;
2382And to his hand, when I deliuer her,
2383Thinke it an Altar, and thy brother Troylus
2385Par. I know what 'tis to loue,
2386And would, as I shall pittie, I could helpe.
2388Enter Pandarus and Cressid.
2389Pan. Be moderate, be moderate.
2390Cres. Why tell you me of moderation?
2393As that which causeth it. How can I moderate it?
2395Or brew it to a weake and colder pallat,
2396The like alaiment could I giue my griefe:
2400Cres. O Troylus, Troylus!
2406let vs cast away nothing, for we may liue to haue neede
2409That the blest gods, as angry with my fancie,
2410More bright in zeale, then the deuotion which
2411Cold lips blow to their Deities: take thee from me.
2412Cres. Haue the gods enuie?
2415Troy. A hatefull truth.
2416Cres. What, and from Troylus too?
2417Troy. From Troy, and Troylus.
2420Puts backe leaue-taking, iustles roughly by
2421All time of pause; rudely beguiles our lips
2422Of all reioyndure: forcibly preuents
2424Euen in the birth of our owne laboring breath.
2427With the rude breuitie and discharge of our
2428Iniurious time; now with a robbers haste
2429Crams his rich theeuerie vp, he knowes not how.
2430As many farwels as be stars in heauen,
2432He fumbles vp into a loose adiew;
2439Pan. Where are my teares? raine, to lay this winde,
2440or my heart will be blowne vp by the root.
2442Troy. No remedy.
2445Troy. Here me my loue: be thou but true of heart.
2446Cres. I true? how now? what wicked deeme is this?
2448For it is parting from vs:
2449I speake not, be thou true, as fearing thee:
2450For I will throw my Gloue to death himselfe,
2451That there's no maculation in thy heart:
2454And I will see thee.
2456As infinite, as imminent: but Ile be true.
2457Troy. And Ile grow friend with danger;
2458Weare this Sleeue.
2459Cres. And you this Gloue.
2461Troy. I will corrupt the Grecian Centinels,
2462To giue thee nightly visitation.
2463But yet be true.
2464Cres. O heauens: be true againe?
2466The Grecian youths are full of qualitie,
2467Their louing well compos'd, with guift of nature,
2469How nouelties may moue, and parts with person.
2470Alas, a kinde of godly iealousie;
2472Makes me affraid.
2473Cres. O heauens, you loue me not!
2474Troy. Dye I a villaine then:
2475In this I doe not call your faith in question
2476So mainely as my merit: I cannot sing,
2477Nor heele the high Lauolt; nor sweeten talke;
2478Nor play at subtill games; faire vertues all;
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