Cres. O you immortal gods!—I will not go. Pan. Thou must.

Cres. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father;

I know no touch of consanguinity; [me,
No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near
As the sweet Troilus.--O you gods divine!
Make Cressid's name the very crown of false-
hood
[death,
If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and
Do to this body what extremity you can;
But the strong base and building of my love
Is as the very centre of the earth, [weep ;-
Drawing all things to it.---I will go in and
Pan. Do, do.

Cres. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised cheeks;

[heart Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my With sounding Troilus. I will not go from

Troy.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.—The same. Before Panda

rus' House.

Enter PARIS, TROILUS, ÆNEAs, Deiphobus, AnteNOR, and DIOMEDES.

Par. It is great morning; and the hour prefix'd

Of aer 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 his 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 Pan

darus' 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, Or brew it to a weak and colder palate, The like allayment could I give my grief: My love admits no qualifying cross: No more my grief, in such a precious loss. Pan. Here, here, here he comes.

Enter TROILUS.

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 good. ly saying is,

-O heart, 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 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?

Tro. Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a

purity,

That the blest gods,

[fancy,

as angry with my 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.
Cres.

Is't possible? Tro. And suddenly; where injury of

chance Puts back leave-taking, justles roughly by All time of pause, rudely beguiles our lips Of all rejoindure, forcibly prevents [Vows Our lock'd embrasures, strangles our dear

Even in the birth of our own laboring breath: We two, that with so many thousand sighs Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves

With the rude brevity and discharge of one. Injurious Time now, with a robber's haste, Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how:

As many farewells as be stars in heaven, With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to them,

He fumbles up into a loose adieu;

And scants us with a single famish'd kiss, Distasting with the salt of broken tears. Ene. [within.] My lord! is the lady ready?

Tro. Hark! you are call'd: some say, the

Genius so

[die.Cries, Come! to him that instantly must Bid them have patience; she shall come

anon.

Pan. Where are my tears? rain, to lay this wind, or my heart will be blown up by the root.

Cres. I must, then, to the Grecians?
Tro.

[Exit.

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?

Tro. Nay, we must use expostulation kind ly,

For it is parting from us :

I speak not, be thou true, as fearing thee ;
For I will throw my glove to Death himsel
That there's no maculation in thy heart:
But be thou true, say I, to fashion in
My sequent protestation; be thou true,
And I will see thee.

Cres. O, you shall be exposed, my lord, to dangers

As infinite as imminent! but, I'll be true. Tro. And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear this sleeve.

Cres. And you this glove.

see you?

When shall I

Tro. I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels, To give thee nightly visitation.

But yet, be true.

Cres.

O heavens !-be true, again?

Tro. Hear why I speak it, love;

The Grecian youths are full of quality;

They're loving, well composed with gifts of:

nature,

[ercise Flowing and swelling o'er with arts and ex How novelties may move, and parts with per

son,

Alas, a kind of godly jealousy

(Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sir, Makes me afraid.

Cres.

O heavens! you love me not:

Tro. Die I a villain then!

In this I do not call your faith in question,