Troilus and Cressida (Modern)

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2. The Testament of Cresseid
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 2255.1[4.2]
 4.2.0.12256Enter Troilus and Cressida.
 4.2.12257Troilus
 Dear, trouble not yourself. The morn is cold.
 4.2.22258Cressida
 Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle down;
 4.2.32259He shall unbolt the gates.
 2260Troilus
 He shall unbolt the gates.  		Trouble him not.
 4.2.42261To bed, to bed. Sleep, kill those pretty eyes,
 4.2.52262And give as soft attachment to thy senses
 4.2.62263As infants empty of all thought.
 2264Cressida
 As infants empty of all thought.  		Good morrow, then.
 4.2.72265Troilus
 I prithee, now to bed.
 2266Cressida
 I prithee, now to bed.  		Are you aweary of me?
 4.2.82267Troilus
 O Cressida, but that the busy day,
 4.2.92268Waked by the lark, hath roused the ribald crows,
 4.2.102269And dreaming night will hide our eyes no longer,
 4.2.112270I would not from thee.
 2271Cressida
 I would not from thee.  		Night hath been too brief.
 4.2.122272Troilus
 Beshrew the witch. With venomous wights she stays
 4.2.132273As tediously as hell, but flies the grasps of love
 4.2.142274With wings more momentary swift than thought.
 4.2.152275You will catch cold, and curse me.
 4.2.162276Cressida
 Prithee tarry. You men will never tarry.
 4.2.172277O foolish Cressid, I might have still held off
 4.2.182278And then you would have tarried. -- Hark, there's one up.
 4.2.192279Pandarus
 Within What's all the doors open here? 
 4.2.202280Troilus
 It is your uncle.
 4.2.20.1Enter Pandarus.
 4.2.212281Cressida
 A pestilence on him. Now will he be mocking; 2282I shall have such a life.
 4.2.222283Pandarus
 How now? How now? How go maidenheads? 2284Hear you, maid? 
 4.2.22.1[Pretending not to recognize Cressida]
 4.2.23Where's my cousin Cressid?
 4.2.242285Cressida
 Go hang yourself, you naughty, mocking uncle.
 4.2.252286You bring me to do -- and then you flout me too.
 4.2.262287Pandarus
 To do what? To do what? Let her say what.
 4.2.272288What have I brought you to do?
 4.2.282289Cressida
 Come, come, beshrew your heart. You'll ne'er be 2290good, nor suffer others.
 4.2.292291Pandarus
 Ha, ha. Alas, poor wretch, a poor chipochia, hast 2292not slept tonight? Would he not (a naughty man) let it 2293sleep? A bugbear take him.
 4.2.29.1One knocks.
 4.2.302294Cressida
 Did not I tell you? Would he were 2295knocked i'th'head. --
 4.2.31Who's that at door? Good uncle, go and see. --
 4.2.322296My lord, come you again into my chamber.
 4.2.332297You smile and mock me, as if I meant naughtily.
 4.2.342298Troilus
 Ha, ha.
 4.2.352299Cressida
 Come, you are deceived; I think of no such thing.
 4.2.362300How earnestly they knock. Pray you, come in.
 4.2.36.1Knock.
 4.2.372301I would not for half Troy have you seen here.
 4.2.37.1Exeunt [Troilus and Cressida].
 4.2.382302Pandarus
 Who's there? What's the matter? Will you beat 2303down the door? How now, what's the matter?
 4.2.38.1[Enter Aeneas.]
 4.2.392304Aeneas
 Good morrow, lord, good morrow.
 4.2.402305Pandarus
 Who's there? My lord Aeneas? By my troth, I 2306knew you not. What news with you so early?
 4.2.412307Aeneas
 Is not prince Troilus here?
 4.2.422308Pandarus
 Here? What should he do here?
 4.2.432309Aeneas
 Come, he is here. My lord, do not deny him.
 4.2.442310It doth import him much to speak with me.
 4.2.452311Pandarus
 Is he here, say you? 'Tis more than I know, I'll be 2312sworn. For my own part, I came in late. What should 2313he do here?
 4.2.462314Aeneas
 Whoa. Nay then, come, come, you'll do him 2315wrong, ere you're ware. You'll be so true to him, to be 2316false to him. Do not you know of him, but yet go fetch 2317him hither, go.
 4.2.46.12318Enter Troilus.
 4.2.472319Troilus
 How now, what's the matter?
 4.2.482320Aeneas
 My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you,
 4.2.492321My matter is so rash. There is at hand
 4.2.502322Paris your brother, and Deiphobus,
 4.2.512323The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor
 4.2.522324Delivered to us, and for him forthwith,
 4.2.532325Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour,
 4.2.542326We must give up to Diomed's hand
 4.2.552327The lady Cressida.
 2328Troilus
 The lady Cressida.  		 Is it concluded so?
 4.2.562329Aeneas
 By Priam and the general state of Troy.
 4.2.572330They are at hand and ready to effect it.
 4.2.582331Troilus
 How my achievements mock me. --
 4.2.592332I will go meet them. And, my lord Aeneas,
 4.2.602333We met by chance; you did not find me here.
 4.2.612334Aeneas
 Good, good my lord, the secrets of nature
 4.2.622335Have not more gift in taciturnity.
 4.2.61.1Exeunt [Troilus and Aeneas]. Pandarus remains.
 4.2.61.22336Enter Cressida.
 4.2.632337Pandarus
 Is't possible? No sooner got but lost. The devil 2338take Antenor. The young prince will go mad. A plague 2339upon Antenor. I would they had broke's neck.
 4.2.642340Cressida
 How now? What's the matter? Who was here?
 4.2.652341Pandarus
 [Sighing] Ah, ha.
 4.2.662342Cressida
 Why sigh you so profoundly? Where's my lord?
 4.2.672343Gone? Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter?
 4.2.682344Pandarus
 Would I were as deep under the earth as I am 2345above.
 4.2.692346Cressida
 O the gods. What's the matter?
 4.2.702347Pandarus
 Prithee, get thee in. Would thou hadst ne'er been 2348born; I knew thou wouldst be his death. O poor gentleman. 2349A plague upon Antenor.
 4.2.712350Cressida
 [Kneeling] Good uncle, I beseech you -- on my knees, I beseech you -- 2351what's the matter?
 4.2.722352Pandarus
 Thou must be gone, wench; thou must be gone; 2353thou art changed for Antenor; thou must to thy father, 2354and be gone from Troilus. 'Twill be his death; 'twill be 2355his bane; he cannot bear it.
 4.2.732356Cressida
 O you immortal gods, I will not go.
 4.2.742357Pandarus
 Thou must.
 4.2.752358Cressida
 I will not, uncle. I have forgot my father.
 4.2.762359I know no touch of consanguinity,
 4.2.772360No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me
 4.2.782361As the sweet Troilus. O you gods divine,
 4.2.792362Make Cressid's name the very crown of falsehood
 4.2.802363If ever she leave Troilus. Time, force, and death
 4.2.812364Do to this body what extremity you can;
 4.2.822365But the strong base and building of my love
 4.2.832366Is as the very center of the earth,
 4.2.842367Drawing all things to it. I will go in and weep --
 4.2.852368Pandarus
 Do, do.
 4.2.862369Cressida
 -- tear my bright hair, and scratch my praisèd 2370cheeks,
 4.2.872371Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my heart
 4.2.882372With sounding "Troilus." I will not go from Troy.
 4.2.88.1Exeunt.
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