Enter Troylus and Cresseida.
22572130Troy. Deere, trouble not your
selfe, the morne is colde.
H Cres.
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
of Troylus and Cresseida.
22962169My Lord, come you againe into my chamber,
22972170You
smile and mock me, as if I meant naughtily.
22992172Cres. Come you are deceiued, I thinke of no
such thing,
23002173How earne
stly they knock, pray you come in.
Knock. 23012174I would not for halfe
Troy haue you
seene here,
Exeunt. 23022175Pand. Who's there? what's the matter? will you beate
23032176downe the doore? How now, what's the matter?
23042177AEne. Good morrow Lord, good morrow.
23052178Pand. Who's there my Lord
AEneas: by my troth I knew
23062179you not: what newes with you
so early?
23072180AEne. Is not Prince T
roylus heere
? 23082181Pand. Here, what
should he do here?
23092182AEne. Come he is here, my Lord, do not deny him,
23102183It doth import him much to
speake with me.
23112184Pan. Is he here
say you? its more then I know ile be
sworne
23122185For my owne part I came in late: what
should hee doe
23142187AEne. Who, nay then! Come. come, youle do him wrong,
23152188ere you are ware, youle be
so true to him, to be fal
se to him
: 23162189Do not you know of him, but yet go fetch him hither, go.
23192190Troyl. How now, whats the matter?
23202191AEne. My Lord, I
scarce haue lei
sure to
salute you,
23212192My matter is
so ra
sh: there is at hand,
23222193Paris your brother, and
Deiphobus, 23232194The Grecian
Diomed, and our
Anthenor 23242195Deliuer'd to him, and forth-with,
23252196Ere the
fir
st sacri
fice, within this houre,
23262197We mu
st giue vp to
Diomedes hand
23292200AEne. By
Priam and the generall
state of T
roy, 23302201They are at hand, and ready to e
ffe
ct it.
23312202Troyl. How my atchiuements mock me,
23322203I will go meete them: and my Lord
AEneas, 23332204We met by chance, you did not
finde me here.
23342205AEn. Good, good, my lord, the
secrets of neighbor
Pandar 23352206Haue not more guift in taciturnitie.
Exeunt. H2 Pand.
The history
23372207Pand. I
st po
ssible
: no
sooner got but lo
st, 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
? 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 had
st nere been
23482217borne, I knew thou woulde
st be his death. O poore Gentle
- 23502219Cres. Good vnckle, I be
seech you on my knees, whats the
23522221Pand. Thou mu
st be gone wench, thou mu
st be gone: thou
23532222art chang'd for
Anthenor. Thou mu
st to thy father and bee
23542223gone from T
roylus, twill be his death, twill bee his bane, hee
23562225Cres. O you immortall Gods, I will not go.
23582227Cres. I will not Vncle. I haue forgot my father,
23592228I know no touch of con
sanguinitie,
23602229No kinne, no loue, no bloud, no
soule
so neere me
23612230As the
sweete T
roylus. O you gods diuine,
23622231Make
Cresseids name the very crowne of fal
sehood,
23632232If euer
she leaue T
roylus. Time, force and death,
23642233Do to this body what extreames you can
: 23652234But the
strong ba
se, and building of my loue,
23662235Is as the very center of the earth,
23672236Drawing all things to it. Ile go in and weepe.
23692238Cres. Teare my bright haire, &
scratch my prai
sed cheekes,
23712239Crack my cleare voyce with
sobs, and breake my heart,
23722240With
sounding T
roylus: I will not go from Troy.