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haft not nept to-night? would be hot (a naughty man) let it neep? a bug-bear take him!
[One knocks. Cre. Did I not tell you ? — would he were knock'd o'ch' head 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.
Troi. Ha ha!
Cre. Come, you are deceived, I think of no such thing. How earnestly they knock — pray you come in. [Knock. I would not for half Troy have you seen here. [Ēxeunt.
Pan. Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the door ? how now? what's the matter?
S CE N E III.
Pan. Who's there ? my Lord Eneas ? by my troth,
Æne. Is not Prince Troilus here?
Æne. Come, he is here, my Lord, do not deny him :
Pan. Is he here, say you ? 'tis more than I know, I'H be sworn; for my own part, I came in late: what should he do here?
Æne. Pho!— nay, then : — come, come, you'll do him wrong, ere y'are aware: 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.
[As Pandarus is going out,
Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour,
Troi: 4' Is it so concluded ?
Æne. By Priam, and the general state of Troy. They are at hand, and ready to effect it.
Troi. How my archievements mock me! I will go meet them; and (my Lord Æneas) We met by chance, you did not find me here. [cures!
Æne. Good, good, my Lord ; the s'secretest of naHave not more gift in caciturnity.
Enter Cressida to Pandarus. Pan. Is’t possible ? no fooner got, but lost ? 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 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 !
Cre. O the Gods! what's the matter?
Pan. Pr'ythee get thee in ; would thou had'ft ne'er been born! I knew thou would'st 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 gone : thou art chang'd for Antenor ; thou must 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.
I know 4. Is it concluded" fo ? 5 secrets of Nature or secret't things of Nature
I know no touch of consanguinity :
Before Pandarus’s House. Enter Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Deiphobus, Antenor,
Of her delivery to this valiant Greek
Troi. Walk into her house:
Par. I know what 'tis to love,
Pan. B Cre. Why tell you me of moderation ?
S CE N E VI.
Enter Pandarus and Cresfida.
E moderate, be moderate.
Pan. Here, here, here he comes, -a, sweet duck! -
[too : Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! let me embrace O beart, (as the goodly saying is ;)
O beart, O heavy beart,
Wby Sighift 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 ?
Troi. Cressid, I love thee in so strange a purity,
Pan. Ay, ay, 'tis too plain a case.
Troi. And suddenly : while injury of chance
Æne. (Wilbin.] My Lord, is the Lady ready?
Troi. Hark, you are callid. Some say, the Genius so
Pan. Where are my tears? rain, to lay this wind, or my heart will be blown up by the root. (Exit Pandarus.
Cre. I must then to the Grecians?
Troi. Hear me, my love; be thou but true of heart
Troi. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly,