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Cre. Go hang your self, you naughty mocking Uncle: You bring me to do -and then you flout me too.
Pan. To do what? to do what? let her say, what : What have I brought you to do?
Cre. Come, come, beshrew your Heart ; you'll ne'er be good; nor suffer others.
Pan. Ha, ha ! alas poor Wretch; a poor Chipochia, hast not slept to Night? Would he not (a navghty Man) let it sleep; a Bug-bear take him,
. Cre. Did I not tell you? Would he were knock'd i'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 deceiv'd, 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. [Exeunt
. Pan. Who's there? what's the matter? will you
beat down the Door? How now? what's the matter?
Pan. Who's there, my Lord Æneas ? By my troth, I knew you not ; What News with you so early?
Æne. Is not Prince Troilus here?
Æne. 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 ? 'tis more than I know, I'll be sworn; for my own part, I came in late : What should he do here?
Æne. Who-..-nay, then :---- Come, come, you'll do him wrong, e'er 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.
Enter Troilus. Troi. How now? what's the matter?
Ane. My Lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you, My macter is so harsh : There is at hand, Paris your Brother, and Deiphobus, The Grecian Diomede, and our Anthenor Deliver'd to us, and for him forth-with, E'er the 6: st Sacrifice, within this Hour,
We must give up to Diomedes Hand
Troi. Is it concluded so?
Æne. By Priam, and the general State of Troy.
Troy. How many Atchievments mock me!
Æne. Good, good, my Lord; the secrets of Nature
[Exeunt. Enter Pandarus and Crellida. Pan. Is't possible ? no sooner got, but loft: The Devil take Anthenor ; the young Prince will
mad: a Plague upon Anthenor; I would they had broke's Neck.
Cre. How now? what's the matter? who was here?
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. Prithee get thee in ; would thou had'st ne'er been born; I knew thou would'st be his Death. O poor Gentleman! A Plague upon Anthenor.
Cre. 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 chang'd for Anthenor ; thou must go to chy Father, and be gone from Troilus: 'Twill be his death: 'cwill be his bane; he cannot bear it.
Cre. O you immortal Gods! I will not go.
Drawing all things to it. I will go in and Weep.
Pan, Do, do
Enter Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Deiphobus, Anthenor,
Par. It is great Morningand the Hour prefixt
Troi. V Valk into her House:
Par. I know what 'tis to Love;
[Exeunt. Enter Pandarus and Crellid. Pan, Be moderate, be moderate.
Cre. Why tell you me of moderation ?
Pan. Here, here, here he comes a sweet Duck.
Par. VVhat a pair of Spectacles is here! let me embrace too: Oh Heart, as the goodly saying is ; O Heart, heavy Heart, why fittelt thou without breaking ? Look where he answers again ; Because thou can’st not ease thy smart by
Friendship, nor by speaking ; there was never a truer time;
Troi, Cresid, I love thee in so strange a purity;
Cre. Have the Gods Envy?
. And suddenly: while injury of Chance
Æneas within. My Lord, is the Lady ready?
Troi. Hark, you are call’d. Some say, the Genius so
Pan. Where are my Tears ? Rain, to lay this Wind, or
Hear me, my Love; bethou but true of Heart
Cre. I true? how now what wicked deem is this?
Troi. Nay, we must use Expostulation kindly,
Cre. O you shall be expos’d, my Lord, to dangers
Troi. And I'll grow Friend with danger ; Wear this Sleeve.
Cre. And you this Glove.
Troi. I will corrupt the Grécian Centinels
Cre, o Heavens! be true again.
Troi. Hear while I speak it, Love:
Cre. O Heavens, you love me not!
Troi. Die I a Villain then:
Cre. Do not think, I will.
Troi. No, but something may be done that we will not: And sometimes we are Devils to our felves,