fee your picture. Alas the day, how loth you are to offend daylight? an 'twere dark you'd close fooner. So, fo, rub on, and kiss the mistress; how now, a kifs in fee-farm? build there carpenter, the air is fweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out ere I part you. The faulcon has the tercel, for all the ducks i'th' river: go to, go to. Troi. You have bereft me of all words, lady. Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but she'll bereave you of deeds too, if the call your activity in question: what, billing again? here's in witness whereof the parties interchangeably -- come in, come in, I'll go get a fire. Cre. Will you walk in, my lord? [Exit Pan. Troi. O Creffida, how often have I wisht me thus ? Cre. Wisht, my lord! the gods grant ----O, my O, my lord. Troi. What should they grant; what makes this pretty abruption? what too curious dreg efpies my fweet lady in the fountain of our love? Cre. More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes. Troi. Fears make devils of cherubins, they never fee truly. Cre. Blind fear which feeing reafon leads, finds fafer footing than blind reason ftumbling without fear. To fear the worst, oft cures the worse. Troi. O let my lady apprehend no fear, in all Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster. Cre. Nor nothing monftrous neither? Troi. Nothing but our undertakings, when we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks tame tygers; thinking it harder for our mistress to devife impofition enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty impofed. This is the monftrofity in love, lady, that the will is infinite, and the execution confin'd; that the defire is boundless, and the act a flave to limit. Cre. They say all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform: vowing more than the perfection of ten; and discharg ing less than the tenth part of one. They that have the voice of lions, and the act of hares, are they not monsters? Troi. Are there fuch? fuch are not we: praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove: our head shall go bare, 'till merit crown it; no perfection in reversion shall have a praise in present; we will not name desert before his birth, and being born, his addition fhall be humble; few words to fair faith. Troilus fhall be fuch to Creffida; as what envy can fay worst, fhall be a mock for his truth; and what truth can speak trueft, not truer than Troilus. Cre. Will you walk in, my lord? SCENE V. Enter Pandarus. Pan. What, blushing still have you not done talking yet? Cre. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you. Pan. I thank for that; you if my lord get a boy of you, you'll give him me; be true to my lord; if he flinch, chide me for it. Troi. You know now your hoftages; your uncle's word and my firm faith. : Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; our kindred, though they be long ere they are woo'd, they are conftant being won: they are burrs, I can tell you, they'll stick where they are thrown. Cre. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me heart: Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day, For many weary months. Troi. Why was my Crefid then fo hard to win? My My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue, 9 The thing I shall repent; fee, fee, your filence Troi. And fhall, albeit fweet mufick iffues thence. Cre. My lord, I do beseech you pardon me; 'Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kiss: I am afham'd; 151 O heav'ns, what have I done!--- For this time will I take my leave, my lord. Troi. Your leave, fweet Creffid? [Kiffing. Pan.. Leave! an you take leave 'till to-morrow-morning- Cre. Pray you, content you. Cre. Let me go try: I have a kind of felf refides with you: To be another's fool. Where is my wit? I would be gone: I speak I know not what. Troi. Well know they what they speak, that fpeak so wifely. Cre. Cre. Perchance, my lord, I flew more craft than love, To angle for your thoughts: but you are wise, To feed for ay her lamp and flames of love, Might be affronted with the match and weight How were I then up-lifted! but alas, Troi. O virtuous fight! True fwains in love fhall in the world to come I As ir'on to adamant, as earth to th center: Yet after all comparisons of truth, (As truth's authentick author to be cited) As true as Troilus fhall crown up the verse Cre. Prophet may you be! If I be falfe, or fwerve a hair from truth, I • plantage. • When • When time is old and hath forgot it self, And mighty states characterless are grated let memory, To dusty nothing; yet From false to false, among false maids in love, Upbraid my falsehood; when they've said as false 'As air, as water, wind, as fandy earth; 'As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf.; Yea let them fay, to stick the heart of falsehood, Pan. Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it, I'll be the witnefs. Here I hold your hand; here my coufin's; if ever you prove false to one another, fince I have taken fuch pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between be call'd to the world's end after my name: call them all Pandars; let all conftant men. be Troilus's, all falfe women Creffida's, and all brokers between Pandars: fay Amen. Troi. Amen. Cre. Amen. Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will fhew you a chamber, which bed, because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death: away. And Cupid grant all tongue-ty'd maidens here, [Exeunt. SCENE |