Dear, trouble not yourself. The morn is cold.

Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle down;

4.2.32259He shall unbolt the gates.

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.

As infants empty of all thought. Good morrow, then.

I prithee, now to bed.

I prithee, now to bed. Are you aweary of me?

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.

I would not from thee. Night hath been too brief.

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.

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.

Within What's all the doors open here?

It is your uncle.

A pestilence on him. Now will he be mocking; 2282I shall have such a life.

How now? How now? How go maidenheads? 2284Hear you, maid?

4.2.23Where's my cousin Cressid?

Go hang yourself, you naughty, mocking uncle.

4.2.252286You bring me to do -- and then you flout me too.

To do what? To do what? Let her say what.

4.2.272288What have I brought you to do?

Come, come, beshrew your heart. You'll ne'er be 2290good, nor suffer others.

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.

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.

Ha, ha.

Come, you are deceived; I think of no such thing.

4.2.362300How earnestly they knock. Pray you, come in.

4.2.372301I would not for half Troy have you seen here.

Who's there? What's the matter? Will you beat 2303down the door? How now, what's the matter?

Good morrow, lord, good morrow.

Who's there? My lord Aeneas? By my troth, I 2306knew you not. What news with you so early?

Is not prince Troilus here?

Here? What should he do here?

Come, he is here. My lord, do not deny him.

4.2.442310It doth import him much to speak with me.

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?

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.

How now, what's the matter?

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.

The lady Cressida. Is it concluded so?

By Priam and the general state of Troy.

4.2.572330They are at hand and ready to effect it.

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.

Good, good my lord, the secrets of nature

4.2.622335Have not more gift in taciturnity.

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.

How now? What's the matter? Who was here?

[Sighing] Ah, ha.

Why sigh you so profoundly? Where's my lord?

4.2.672343Gone? Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter?

Would I were as deep under the earth as I am 2345above.

O the gods. What's the matter?

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.

[Kneeling] Good uncle, I beseech you -- on my knees, I beseech you -- 2351what's the matter?

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.

O you immortal gods, I will not go.

Thou must.

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 --

Do, do.

-- 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.