My matter is so rash: There is at hand Tro. Is it so concluded? Ene. By Priam, and the general state of Troy: They are at hand, and ready to effect it. Tro. How my achievements mock me! I will go meet them: and, my lord Æneas, We met by chance; you did not find me here. Ene. Good, good, my lord; the secrets of na ture Have not more gift in taciturnity. [Exeunt Troilus and Æneas. Pan. Is't possible? no sooner got, but lost? The devil take Antenor! the young prince will go mad. A plague upon Antenor! I would, they had broke's neck! Enter Cressida? Cres. How now? What is the matter? Who was here? Pan. Ah, ah! Cres. 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! Cres. O the gods!-what's the matter? Pan. Pr'ythee, 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 An tenor! Cres. 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 changed for Antenor: thou must to thy father, and be gone from Troilus; 'twill be his death; 'twill be his bane; he cannot bear it. Cres. O you immortal gods!-I will not go. Cres. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father; I know no touch of consanguinity; No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me, As the sweet Troilus.-O you gods divine! Drawing all things to it.-I'll go in, and weep;— Cres. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised cheeks; Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my heart With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy. [Exeunt. SCENE III. THE SAME. BEFORE PANDARUS' HOUSE. Enter Paris, Troilus, Eneas, Deiphobus, Antenor, and Diomedes. Par. It is great morning; and the hour prefix'd Of her delivery to this valiant Greek Comes fast upon:-Good my brother Troilus, Tell you the lady what she is to do, And haste her to the purpose. Tro. Walk in to her house; I'll bring her to the Grecian presently: And to this hand when I deliver her, Think it an altar; and thy brother Troilus A priest, there offering to it his own heart. [Exit. Par. I know what 'tis to love; And 'would, as I shall pity, I could help!— Please you, walk in, my lords. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. THE SAME. A ROOM IN PANDARUS' HOUSE. Enter Pandarus and Cressida. Pan. Be moderate, be moderate. Cres. Why tell you me of moderation? The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste, And violenteth in a sense as strong As that which causeth it: How can I moderate it? If I could temporize with my affection, No more my grief, in such a precious loss. Enter Troilus. Pan. Here, here, here he comes.-Ah sweet ducks! Cres. O Troilus! Troilus! [Embracing him. Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me embrace too: O heart, as the goodly saying 15, - o heart, o heavy heart, Why sigh'st thou without breaking? where he answers again, Because thou canst not ease thy smart, By friendship, nor by speaking. There never was 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? Tro. Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity, That the blest gods-as angry with my fancy, More bright in zeal than the devotion which Cold lips blow to their deities,-take thee from me. Cres. Have the gods envy? Pan. Ay, ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a case. Cres. And is it true, that I must go from Troy? Tro. A hateful truth. Cres. What, and from Troilus too? Tro. From Troy, and Troilus. Is it possible? Tro. And suddenly; where injury of chance Our lock'd embrasures, strangles our dear vows With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to them, And scants us with a single famish'd kiss, Ene. [Within.] My lord! is the lady ready? SO Cries, Come! to him that instantly must die.- [Exit Pandarus. Cres. I must then to the Grecians? Tro. No remedy. Cres. A woeful Cressid 'mongst the merry Greeks! When shall we see again? Tro. Hear me, my love: Be thou but true of heart,- Cres. I true! how now? what wicked deem is this? |