The history
22582131Cres. Then
sweet my Lord ile call mine vnckle downe,
22612134To bed to bed:
sleepe kill tho
se pritty eyes,
22622135And giue as
soft attachment to thy
sences,
22632136As infants empty of all thought.
22672140Troyl. O
Cresseida! but that the bu
sie day,
22682141Wak't by the Larke hath rouzd the ribald Crowes,
22692142And dreaming night will hide our ioyes no longer,
22712144Cres. Night hath beene too briefe.
22722145Tro. Be
shrew the witch! with venemous wights
she
staies
22732146As tediou
sly as hell, But
flies the gra
spes of loue,
22742147With wings more momentary
swift then thought,
22752148You will catch colde and cur
se me.
22762149Cres. Prithee tarry, you men will neuer tarry,
22772150O fooli
sh C
resseid, I might haue
still held of,
22782151And then you would haue tarried. Harke ther's one vp.
22792152Pand. Whats all the doorcs open heere
? 22812154Cres. A pe
stilence on him
: now will he be mocking
: 22832156Pand. How now, how now, how go maiden-heads,
22842157Heere you maide, where's my cozin C
resseid? 22852158Cres. Go hang your
selfe, you naughty mocking vncle,
22862159You bring me to doo---and then you
floute me to.
22872160Pand. To do what, to do what? let her
say what,
22892162Cres. Come, come, be
shrew your heart, youle nere be good,
22912164Pand. Ha, ha: alas poore wretch: a poore
chipochia, ha
st 22922165not
slept tonight
? would hee not (a naughty man) let it
22942167Cres. Did not I tell you? would he were knockt ith' head,
22952168Who's that at doore, good vnckle go and
see.
One knocks. My