2389Pan. Be moderate, be moderate.

2390Cres. Why tell you me of moderation?

2391The griefe is fine, full perfect that I taste,

2392And no lesse in a sense as strong

2393As that which causeth it. How can I moderate it?

2394If I could temporise with my affection,

2395Or brew it to a weake and colder pallat,

2396The like alaiment could I giue my griefe:

2397My loue admits no qualifying crosse; Enter Troylus.

2398No more my griefe, in such a precious losse.

2399Pan. Here, here, here, he comes, a sweet ducke.

2400Cres. O Troylus, Troylus!

2401Pan. What a paire of spectacles is here? let me em-

2402brace too: oh hart, as the goodly saying is; O heart, hea-

2403uie heart, why sighest thou without breaking? where he

2404answers againe; because thou canst not ease thy smart by

2405friendship, nor by speaking: there was neuer a truer rime;

2406let vs cast away nothing, for we may liue to haue neede

2407of such a Verse: we see it, we see it: how now Lambs?

2408Troy. Cressid: I loue thee in so strange a puritie;

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?

2413Pan. I, I, I, I, 'tis too plaine a case.

2414Cres. And is it true, that I must goe from Troy?

2415Troy. A hatefull truth.

2416Cres. What, and from Troylus too?

2417Troy. From Troy, and Troylus.

2418Cres. Ist possible?

2419Troy. And sodainely, where iniurie of chance

2420Puts backe leaue-taking, iustles roughly by

2421All time of pause; rudely beguiles our lips

2422Of all reioyndure: forcibly preuents

2423Our lockt embrasures; strangles our deare vowes,

2424Euen in the birth of our owne laboring breath.

2425We two, that with so many thousand sighes

2426Did buy each other, must poorely sell our selues,

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,

2431With distinct breath, and consign'd kisses to them,

2432He fumbles vp into a loose adiew;

2433And scants vs with a single famisht kisse,

2434Distasting with the salt of broken teares. Enter AEneus.

2435AEneas within. My Lord, is the Lady ready?

2436Troy. Harke, you are call'd: some say the genius so

2437Cries, come to him that instantly must dye.

2438Bid them haue patience: she shall come anon.

2439Pan. Where are my teares? raine, to lay this winde,

2440or my heart will be blowne vp by the root.

2441Cres. I must then to the Grecians?

2442Troy. No remedy.

2443Cres. A wofull Cressid 'mong'st the merry Greekes.

2444Troy. When shall we see againe?

2445Troy. Here me my loue: be thou but true of heart.

2446Cres. I true? how now? what wicked deeme is this?

2447Troy. Nay, we must vse expostulation kindely,

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:

2452But be thou true, say I, to fashion in

2453My sequent protestation: be thou true,

2454And I will see thee.

2455Cres. O you shall be expos'd, my Lord to dangers

2456As infinite, as imminent: but Ile be true.

2457Troy. And Ile grow friend with danger;

2458Weare this Sleeue.

2459Cres. And you this Gloue.

2460When shall I see you?

2461Troy. I will corrupt the Grecian Centinels,

2462To giue thee nightly visitation.

2463But yet be true.

2464Cres. O heauens: be true againe?

2465Troy. Heare why I speake it; Loue:

2466The Grecian youths are full of qualitie,

2467Their louing well compos'd, with guift of nature,

2468Flawing and swelling ore with Arts and exercise:

2469How nouelties may moue, and parts with person.

2470Alas, a kinde of godly iealousie;

2471Which I beseech you call a vertuous sinne:

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;

2479To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant:

2480But I can tell that in each grace of these,

2481There lurkes a still and dumb-discoursiue diuell,

2482That tempts most cunningly: but be not tempted.

2483Cres. Doe you thinke I will:

2484Troy. No, but something may be done that we wil not:

2485And sometimes we are diuels to our selues,

2486When we will tempt the frailtie of our powers,

2487Presuming on their changefull potencie.

2488AEneas within. Nay, good my Lord?

2489Troy. Come kisse, and let vs part.

2490Paris within. Brother Troylus?

2491Troy. Good brother come you hither,

2492And bring AEneas and the Grecian with you.

2493Cres. My Lord, will you be true? Exit.

2494Troy. Who I? alas it is my vice, my fault:

2495Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion,

2496I, with great truth, catch meere simplicitie;

2497Whil'st some with cunning guild their copper crownes,

2498With truth and plainnesse I doe weare mine bare:

2500Feare not my truth; the morrall of my wit

2501Is plaine and true, ther's all the reach of it.

2502Welcome sir Diomed, here is the Lady

2503Which for Antenor, we deliuer you.

2504At the port (Lord) Ile giue her to thy hand,

2505And by the way possesse thee what she is.

2506Entreate her faire; and by my soule, faire Greeke,

2507If ere thou stand at mercy of my Sword,

2508Name Cressid, and thy life shall be as safe

2509As Priam is in Illion?

2510Diom. Faire Lady Cressid,

2511So please you saue the thankes this Prince expects:

2512The lustre in your eye, heauen in your cheeke,

2513Pleades your faire visage, and to Diomed

2514You shall be mistresse, and command him wholly.

2515Troy. Grecian, thou do'st not vse me curteously,

2516To shame the seale of my petition towards,

2517I praising her. I tell thee Lord of Greece:

2518Shee is as farre high soaring o're thy praises,

2519As thou vnworthy to be cal'd her seruant:

2520I charge thee vse her well, euen for my charge:

2521For by the dreadfull Pluto, if thou do'st not,

2522(Though the great bulke Achilles be thy guard)

2523Ile cut thy throate.

2524Diom. Oh be not mou'd Prince Troylus;

2525Let me be priuiledg'd by my place and message,

2526To be a speaker free? when I am hence,

2527Ile answer to my lust: and know my Lord;

2528Ile nothing doe on charge: to her owne worth

2529She shall be priz'd: but that you say, be't so;

2530Ile speake it in my spirit and honor, no.

2531Troy. Come to the Port. Ile tell thee Diomed,

2532This braue, shall oft make thee to hide thy head:

2533Lady, giue me your hand, and as we walke,

2534To our owne selues bend we our needefull talke.

2536Par. Harke, Hectors Trumpet.

2537AEne. How haue we spent this morning

2538The Prince must thinke me tardy and remisse,

2539That swore to ride before him in the field.

2540Par. 'Tis Troylus fault: come, come, to field with him.

2542Dio. Let vs make ready straight.

2543AEne. Yea, with a Bridegroomes fresh alacritie

2544Let vs addresse to tend on Hectors heeles:

2545The glory of our Troy doth this day lye

2546On his faire worth, and single Chiualrie.