Tro.

My matter is so rash: there is at hand
Paris your brother and Deiphobus,
The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor
Deliver❜d to us; and for him forthwith,
Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour,
We must give up to Diomedes' hand
The Lady Cressida.

Is it so concluded?

Ene. By Priam and the general state of Troy.

They are at hand and ready to effect it.

Tro. How my achievements mock me!

I will go meet them: and, my Lord Æneas, We met by chance; you did not find me here. Ene. Good, good, my lord.; the secrets of nature Have not more gift in taciturnity.

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[Exeunt Troilus and Æneas. Pan. Is't possible? no sooner got but lost? The devil take Antenor! the young prince will go mad: a plague upon Antenor! I would they had broke 's neck!

Re-enter Cressida.

Cres. How now! what's the matter? who was 80 here?

Pan. Ah, ah!

Cres. Why sigh you so profoundly? where's my

lord? gone!

Tell me, sweet uncle, what's

the matter?

Pan. Would I were as deep under the earth as I am above!

Cres. O the gods! What's the matter?

Pan. Prithee, get thee in: would thou hadst ne'er been born! I knew thou wouldst be his 90 death: O, poor gentleman! A plague upon Antenor!

Cres. Good uncle, I beseech you, on my knees I

beseech you, what's the matter?

Pan. Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be
gone; thou art changed for Antenor: thou
must to thy father, and be gone from Troilus:
'twill be his death; 'twill be his bane; he
cannot bear it.

Cres. O you immortal gods! I will not go.
Pan. Thou must.

Cres. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father;
I know no touch of consanguinity;

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No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me
As the sweet Troilus. O you gods divine!
Make Cressid's name the very crown of falsehood,
If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and death,

Do to this body what extremes you can;

But the strong base and building of my love
Is as the very centre of the earth,

Drawing all things to it. I'll go in and weep,Pan. Do, do.

Cres. Tear my bright hair and scratch my praised cheeks, Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my heart With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy. [Exeunt.

Scene III.

Before Pandarus' house.

Enter Paris, Troilus, Eneas, Deiphobus, Antenor, and
Diomedes.

Par. It is great morning, and the hour prefix'd
For her delivery to this valiant Greek
Comes fast upon good my brother Troilus,
Tell you the lady what she is to do,

Tro.

And haste her to the purpose.

Walk into her house;

I'll bring her to the Grecian presently:
And to his hand when I deliver her,
Think it an altar, and thy brother Troilus

A priest, there offering to it his own heart. [Exit. Par. I know what 'tis to love;

And would, as I shall pity, I could help!

Please you walk in, my lords.

[Exeunt.

Scene IV.

A room in Pandarus' house.

Enter Pandarus and Cressida.

Pan. Be moderate, be moderate.

Cres. Why tell you me of moderation?

The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste.
And violenteth in a sense as strong

As that which causeth it: how can I moderate it?
If I could temporise with my affection,

Or brew it to a weak and colder palate,
The like allayment could I give my grief:
My love admits no qualifying dross;
No more my grief, in such a precious loss.

Enter Troilus.

Pan. Here, here, here he comes.

ducks!

Cres. O Troilus! Troilus!

Ah, sweet

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[Embracing him.

Let

Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here!

me embrace too.

saying is,

"O heart,' as the goodly

"O heart, heavy heart,

Why sigh'st thou without breaking?'

where he answers again,

'Because thou canst not ease thy smart
By friendship nor by speaking.'

There was never a truer rhyme. Let us cast
away nothing, for we may live to have need of
such a verse: we see it, we see it. How now,
lambs !

Tro. Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity,
That the blest gods, as angry with my fancy,
More bright in zeal than the devotion which
Cold lips blow to their deities, take thee from me.
Cres. Have the gods envy
?

Pan. Ay, ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a case.

Cres. And is it true that I must go from Troy?
Tro. A hateful truth.

Cres.

What, and from Troilus too?

Tro. From Troy and Troilus.
Cres.

Is it possible?

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