Pan. To do what to do what?-let her say what-what have I brought you to do? Cres. Come, come; beshrew your heart! you'll ne'er be good, Nor suffer others. Pan. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! ah, poor capocchio !-hast not slept to-night would he not, a naughty man, let it sleep? a bugbear take [Knocking. him! Cres. Did not I tell you?-would he were knocked o' the head! Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see.— thing. Cres. Come, you are deceived; I think of no such [Knocking. How earnestly they knock !-Pray you, come in: I would not for half Troy have you seen here. [Exeunt TROILUS and CRESSIDA. Pan. [Going to the door.] Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the door? How now what's the matter? Enter NEAS. Pan. Who's there? my Lord Eneas! By my troth, I knew you not; what news with you so early? Ene. Is not Prince Troilus here? Pan. Here! what should he do here, Ene. Come, he is here, my lord; do not deny him : It doth import him much to speak with me. Pan. Is he here, say you? 't is more than I know, I'll be sworn :-for mine own part, I came in late. What should he do here? Ene. Who-nay, then :-come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you are 'ware. You'll be so true to him, to be false to him. Do not you know of him; but yet go fetch him hither: go. Re-enter TROILUS. Tro. How now? what's the matter? Ene. My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you, My matter is so rash. There is at hand The Lady Cressida. Tro. Is it concluded so? 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. 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 is the matter? Who was 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. Pr'ythee, get thee in. Would thou hadst ne'er been born! I knew, thou wouldst be his death :-O poor gentleman!-A plague upon An tenor. 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: 't will be his death; 't will be his bane; he cannot bear it. Cres. O you immortal gods !—I will not go. Cres. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father; I know no touch of consanguinity; 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 false hood, If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, death, Do to this body what extremes you can, But the strong base and building of my love Drawing all things to 't.-I'll go in, and weep,— Cres. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised cheeks: Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my SCENE III.-Before PANDARUS' House. Enter PARIS, TROILUS, ENEAS, DEIPHOBUS, AnTENOR, and DIOMEDES. Par. It is great morning, and the hour prefixed Of her delivery to this valiant Greek Comes fast upon us.-Good my brother Troilus, And haste her to the purpose. Tro. Walk to 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 't is to love; And 'would, as I shall pity, I could help ! Please you, walk in, my lords. [Exeunt. |