| [Enter TROILUS and CRESSIDA] | |
| TROILUS | Dear, trouble not yourself: the morn is cold. |
| CRESSIDA | Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle down; He shall unbolt the gates. |
| TROILUS | Trouble him not; To bed, to bed: sleep kill those pretty eyes, And give as soft attachment to thy senses As infants' empty of all thought! |
| CRESSIDA | Good morrow, then. |
| TROILUS | I prithee now, to bed. |
| CRESSIDA | Are you a-weary of me? |
| TROILUS | O Cressida! but that the busy day, Waked by the lark, hath roused the ribald crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer, I would not from thee. |
| CRESSIDA | Night hath been too brief. |
| TROILUS | Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights she stays As tediously as hell, but flies the grasps of love With wings more momentary-swift than thought. You will catch cold, and curse me. |
| CRESSIDA | Prithee, tarry: You men will never tarry. O foolish Cressid! I might have still held off, And then you would have tarried. Hark! there's one up. |
| PANDARUS | [Within] What, 's all the doors open here? |
| TROILUS | It is your uncle. |
| CRESSIDA | A pestilence on him! now will he be mocking: I shall have such a life! |
| [Enter PANDARUS] | |
| PANDARUS | How now, how now! how go maidenheads? Here, you maid! where's my cousin Cressid? |
| CRESSIDA | Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle! You bring me to do, and then you flout me too. |
| PANDARUS | To do what? to do what? let her say what: what have I brought you to do? |
| CRESSIDA | Come, come, beshrew your heart! you'll ne'er be good, Nor suffer others. |
| PANDARUS | Ha! ha! Alas, poor wretch! ah, poor capocchia! hast not slept to-night? would he not, a naughty man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him! |
| CRESSIDA | Did not I tell you? Would he were knock'd i' the head! |
| [Knocking within] | |
| Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see. My lord, come you again into my chamber: You smile and mock me, as if I meant naughtily. |
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| TROILUS | Ha, ha! |
| CRESSIDA | Come, you are deceived, I think of no such thing. |
| [Knocking within] | |
| How earnestly they knock! Pray you, come in: I would not for half Troy have you seen here. |
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| [Exeunt TROILUS and CRESSIDA] | |
| PANDARUS | Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the door? How now! what's the matter? |
| [Enter AENEAS] | |
| AENEAS | Good morrow, lord, good morrow. |
| PANDARUS | Who's there? my Lord AEneas! By my troth, I knew you not: what news with you so early? |
| AENEAS | Is not Prince Troilus here? |
| PANDARUS | Here! what should he do here? |
| AENEAS | Come, he is here, my lord; do not deny him: It doth import him much to speak with me. |
| PANDARUS | Is he here, say you? 'tis more than I know, I'll be sworn: for my own part, I came in late. What should he do here? |
| AENEAS | Who!--nay, then: come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you're 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] | |
| TROILUS | How now! what's the matter? |
| AENEAS | My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you, 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. |
| TROILUS | Is it so concluded? |
| AENEAS | By Priam and the general state of Troy: They are at hand and ready to effect it. |
| TROILUS | How my achievements mock me! I will go meet them: and, my Lord AEneas, We met by chance; you did not find me here. |
| AENEAS | Good, good, my lord; the secrets of nature Have not more gift in taciturnity. |
| [Exeunt TROILUS and AENEAS] | |
| PANDARUS | 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] | |
| CRESSIDA | How now! what's the matter? who was here? |
| PANDARUS | Ah, ah! |
| CRESSIDA | Why sigh you so profoundly? where's my lord? gone! Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter? |
| PANDARUS | Would I were as deep under the earth as I am above! |
| CRESSIDA | O the gods! what's the matter? |
| PANDARUS | Prithee, get thee in: would thou hadst ne'er been born! I knew thou wouldst be his death. O, poor gentleman! A plague upon Antenor! |
| CRESSIDA | Good uncle, I beseech you, on my knees! beseech you, what's the matter? |
| PANDARUS | 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. |
| CRESSIDA | O you immortal gods! I will not go. |
| PANDARUS | Thou must. |
| CRESSIDA | 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 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,-- |
| PANDARUS | Do, do. |
| CRESSIDA | 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] |