[One knocks. haft not flept to-night? would he not (a naughty man) let it fleep? a bug-bear take him! Cre. Did I not tell you? -would he were knock'd o'th' head who's that at door? good uncle, go and fee. My Lord, come you again into my chamber: you smile and mock me, as if I meant naughtily. Troi. Ha, ha! Cre. Come, you are deceived, I think of no fuch thing. How earnestly they knock-pray you come in. [Knock. I would not for half Troy have you seen here. [Exeunt. Pan. Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the door? how now? what's the matter? SCENE III. Enter Æneas. Ene. Good-morrow, Lord, good-morrow. Pan. Who's there? my Lord Eneas? by my troth, I knew you not; what news with you fo early? Ene. Is not Prince Troilus here? Pan. Here! what fhould he do here? Ene. Come, he is here, my Lord, do not deny him: It doth import him much to fpeak with me. Pan. Is he here, fay you? 'tis more than I know, I'll be fworn; for my own part, I came in late: what should he do here? : Ene. Pho!- nay, then come, come, you'll do him wrong, ere y'are aware: you'll be fo true to him, to be false to him: do not you know of him, but yet go fetch him hither, go. [As Pandarus is going out, Enter Troilus. Troi. How now, what's the matter? Ene. My Lord, I fcarce have leifure to falute you, My matter is fo harfh: there is at hand Paris your brother, and Deiphobus, Ere Ere the first facrifice, within this hour, We must give up to Diomedes' hand Ene. By Priam, and the general ftate of Troy. They are at hand, and ready to effect it. Troi. How my atchievements mock me! I will go meet them; and (my Lord Æneas) [tures [Exeunt. Ene. Good, good, my Lord; the "fecreteft of naHave not more gift in taciturnity. SCENE IV. Enter Creffida to Pandarus. Pan. Is't poffible? no fooner got, but loft? the devil take Antenor! the young Prince will go mad: a plague upon Antenor! I would they had broke's neck. Cre. How now? what's the matter? who was here? Pan. Ah! ah! Cre. Why figh you fo profoundly? where's my Lord? gone! tell me, fweet uncle, what's the matter? Pan. Would I were as deep under the earth, as I am above! Cre. O the Gods! what's the matter? Pan. Pr'ythee get thee in; would thou had'st he'er been born! I knew thou would't be his death. O poor gentleman! a plague upon Antenor ! Cre. Good uncle, I beseech you, on my knees I befeech you, what's the matter? Pan. Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be thou art chang'd for Antenor; thou muft go to thy father, and be gone from Troilus: 'twill be his death; 'twill be his bane; he cannot bear it. Cre. O you immortal Gods! I will not go. Pan. Thou must. Cre. I will not, uncle: I've forgot my father. 4 Is it concluded fo? 5 fecrets of Nature or fecret'ft things of Nature I know I know no touch of confanguinity: No kin, no love, no blood, no foul fo near me, love [cheeks, Cre. Tear my bright hair, and fcratch my praised Crack my clear voice with fobs, and break my heart With founding Troilus. I'll not go from Troy. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Before Pandarus's House. Enter Paris, Troilus, Eneas, Deiphobus, Antenor, and Diomedes. Par. IT is great morning, and the hour prefixt Comes faft upon us: good my brother Troilus, Troi. Walk into her houfe: I'll bring her to the Grecian prefently; And would, as I fhall pity, I could help! [Exeunt. SCENE Pan. SCENE VI. An Apartment in Pandarus's House. Enter Pandarus and Creffida. BE moderate, be moderate. Cre. Why tell you me of moderation? Enter Troilus. No more my grief, in fuch a precious lofs. Cre. O Troilus, Troilus! [too : Pan. What a pair of fpectacles is here! let me embrace O heart, (as the goodly faying is ;) O heart, O heavy beart, Why figh'st thou without breaking? where he answers again; Because thou can'ft not eafe thy fmart, By friendship, nor by speaking. There was never a truer rhyme. Let us caft away nothing, for we may live to have need of fuch a verfe; we fee it, we fee it. How now, lambs? Troi. Creffid, I love thee in fo ftrange a purity, Pan. Pan. Ay, ay, 'tis too plain a cafe. Cre. And is it true, that I must go from Troy? Troi. A hateful truth. Cre. What, and from Troilus too? Troi. From Troy, and Troilus. Troi. And fuddenly: while injury of chance Our lock'd embraces, ftrangles our dear vows, And fcants us with a fingle famish'd kiss, Ene. [Within.] My Lord, is the Lady ready? Troi. Hark, you are call'd. Some fay, the Genius fo Cries, come, to him that inftantly muft die. Bid them have patience; fhe fhall come anon. Pan. Where are my tears? rain, to lay this wind, or my heart will be blown up by the root. [Exit Pandarus. Cre. I muft then to the Grecians? Troi. No remedy. Cre. A woeful Creffid 'mongst the merry Greeks! When fhall we see again? Troi. Hear me, my love; be thou but true of heartCre. I true? how now? what wicked deem is this? Troi. Nay, we must use expoftulation kindly, For it is parting from us :——— I fpeak not be thou true, as fearing thee: That' |