Imatges de pàgina

-O, my lord.

see your picture. Alas the day, how loth you are to offend daylight? an 'twere dark yoưd close sooner. So, fo, rub on, and kiss the mistress; how now, a kifs in fee-farm ? build there carpenter, the air is sweet. 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 she 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. [Exit Pao.

Cre. Will you walk in, my lord ?
Troi. O Cressida, how often have I wisht me thus ?
Cre. Wisht, my lord! the gods grant ----O, my

Troi. What should they grant; what makes this pretty abruption? what too curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love?

Cre. More dregs chan water, if my fears have eyes.
Troi. Fears make devils of cherubins, they never see truly.

Cre. Blind fear which seeing reafon leads, finds fafer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear. To fear the worst, ofe cures the worse.

Troi. O let my lady apprehend no fear, in all Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster.

Cre. Nor nothing monstrous 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 devise imposition enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed. This is the monstrosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite, and the execution confin'd; that the desire is boundless, and the act a llave to limit.

Cre. They say all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform:

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vowing more than the perfection of ten; and discharg ing less than the tenth

of one.

They that have the voice of lions, and the act of hares, are they not monsters ?

Troi. Are there luch? such 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 shall be humble; few words to fair faith. Troilus shall be such to Cressida; as what envy can say worst, shall be a mock for his truth;

and what truth can speak truest, not truer than Troilus. Cre. Will you walk in, my lord?


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 you for that; if my lord get a boy of you, you'll give him me; be true to my lord; if he finch, chide me for it.

Troi. You know now your hostages; 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 constant 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 Cresid then so hard to win ?

Cre. Hard to seem won: but I was won, my lord,
With the first glance that ever ---- pardon me
If I confess much, you will play the tyrant:
I love you now, but not till now, so much
But I might master it.--- in faith I lie


My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown
Too head-strong for their mother ; see we fools,
Why have I blabb’d? who shall be true to us
When we are so unsecret to our selves?
But though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not,
And yet good faith I wisht my self a man:
Or that the women had mens privilege
Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,
Fer in this rapture I shall surely speak
The thing I shall repent; see, ? see, your silence
(Cunning in dumbness) from my weakness draws
My very soul of counsel. Stop my mouth.

Troi. And shall, albeit sweet musick issues thence. (Kising.
Pan. Pretty, i'faith.

Cre. My lord, I do beseech you pardon me;
'Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kiss :
I am asham’d; ----O heav'ns, what have I done ! ----
For this time will I take my leave, my lord.

Troi. Your leave, sweet Cresid?
Pan.. Leave! an you take leave 'till to-morrow-morning--
Cre. Pray you, content you.
Troi. What offends you, lady?
Cre. Sir, mine own company.
Troi. You cannot shun your self.

Cre. Let me go try:
I have a kind of self resides with you:
But an unkind self, that it self will leave,
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 wisely.

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9 your filence Coming in dumbness, from my weakness draws My soul of counsel from me. ---

Cre. Perchance, my lord, I shew more craft than love, And fell so roundly to a large confeffion, To angle for your thoughts : but you are wise, Or else

you love not: To be wise and love, Exceeds man's might, and dwells with gods above.

Troi. O that I thought it could be in a woman;
(As if it can, I will presume in you)
To feed for ay her lamp and flames of love,
To keep her constancy in plight and youth,
Out-living beauties outward, with a mind
That doth renew swifter than blood decays.
Oh that perswasion could but thus convince me,
That my integrity and truth to you
Might be affronted with the match and weight
Of such a winnow'd purity in love:
How were I then up-lifted! but alas,
I am as true as truth's fimplicity,
And simpler than the infancy of truth.

Cre. In that I'll war with you.

Troi. O virtuous fight! (True swains in love shall in the world to come • Approve their truths by Troilus; when their rhimes, • Full of protest, of oath, and big compare, ( Want similies: truth tired with iteration, As true as steel, as planets to the moon,

As fun to day, as turtle to her mate, · 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 shall crown up the verse 6. And sanctifie the numbers.

Cre. Prophet may you be! "If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,

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- When time is old and hath forgot it self,
" When water-drops have worn the stones of Troy,
· And blind oblivion swallowd cities up,
• And mighty states characterless are grated
" To dusty nothing ; yet


memory, * 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.; • Pard to the hind, or step-dame to her son; · Yea let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,

As false as Cresid. -

Pan. Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it, I'll be the witness. Here I hold your hand; here my cousin's; if ever you prove false to one another, since I have taken such pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between be callid to the world's end after my name: call them all Pandars; let all constant men. be Troilus's, all false women Cresida's, and all brokers between Pandars: say Amen.

Troi. Amen.
Cre. Amen.

Pan. Amen.. Whereupon I will shew. 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, Bed, chamber, Pandar, to provide this geer. [Exeunt.


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