23372207Pand. Ist possible: no sooner got but lost, the diuell take

23382208Anthenor, the young Prince will go madde, a plague vpon

23392209Anthenor. I would they had brok's neck.

23402210 Enter Cress. How now? what's the matter? who was heere?

23412211Pand. Ah, ah!

23422212Cres. Why sigh you so profoundly, wher's my Lord? gone?

23432213tell me sweete Vncle, whats the matter.

23442214Pan. Would I were as deepe vnder the earth as I am aboue.

23462215Cres. O the Gods, whats the matter?

23472216Pand. Pray thee get thee in: would thou hadst nere been

23482217borne, I knew thou wouldest be his death. O poore Gentle-

23492218man, a plague vpon Anthenor.

23502219Cres. Good vnckle, I beseech you on my knees, whats the

23512220matter?

23522221Pand. Thou must be gone wench, thou must be gone: thou

23532222art chang'd for Anthenor. Thou must to thy father and bee

23542223gone from Troylus, twill be his death, twill bee his bane, hee

23552224cannot beare it.

23562225Cres. O you immortall Gods, I will not go.

23572226Pand. Thou must.

23582227Cres. I will not Vncle. I haue forgot my father,

23592228I know no touch of consanguinitie,

23602229No kinne, no loue, no bloud, no soule so neere me

23612230As the sweete Troylus. O you gods diuine,

23622231Make Cresseids name the very crowne of falsehood,

23632232If euer she leaue Troylus. Time, force and death,

23642233Do to this body what extreames you can:

23652234But the strong base, and building of my loue,

23662235Is as the very center of the earth,

23672236Drawing all things to it. Ile go in and weepe.

23682237Pand. Do, do.

23692238Cres. Teare my bright haire, & scratch my praised cheekes,

23712239Crack my cleare voyce with sobs, and breake my heart,

23722240With sounding Troylus: I will not go from Troy.

23752242Par. It is great morning, and the houre prefixt,

23762243For her deliuery to this valiant Greeke,

23772244Comes fast vpon: good my brother Troylus