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The same. Pandarus' orchard.
Enter PANDARUS and TROILUS' Boy, meeting.

How now! where's thy master? at
my cousin Cressida's?

No, sir; he stays for you to conduct
him thither.

O, here he comes. Enter TROILUS.

How now, how now!

Sirrah, walk off. [Exit Boy.

Have you seen my cousin?

No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door,
10Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks
Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon,
And give me swift transportance to those fields
Where I may wallow in the lily-beds
Proposed for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus,
From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings,
And fly with me to Cressid!

Walk here i' the orchard, I'll bring
her straight. [Exit.

I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
20The imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense: what will it be,
When that the watery palate tastes indeed
Love's thrice repured nectar? death, I fear me,
Swooning destruction, or some joy too fine,
Too subtle-potent, tuned too sharp in sweetness,
For the capacity of my ruder powers:
I fear it much; and I do fear besides,
That I shall lose distinction in my joys;
As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
30The enemy flying. Re-enter PANDARUS.

She's making her ready, she'll come
straight: you must be witty now. She does
so blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if
she were frayed with a sprite; I'll fetch her.
It is the prettiest villain: she fetches her
breath as short as a new-ta'en sparrow. [Exit.

Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom:
My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse;
And all my powers do their bestowing lose,
40Like vassalage at unawares encountering
The eye of majesty. Re-enter PANDARUS mith CRESSIDA.

Come, come, what need you blush?
shame's a baby. Here she is now: swear the
oaths now to her that you have sworn to me.
What, are you gone again? you must be
watched ere you be made tame, must you?
Come your ways, come your ways; an you
draw backward, we'll put you i' the fills,
Why do you not speak to her? come, draw
this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas
the day, how loath you are to offend daylight!
and 'twere dark, you'ld close sooner. So, so;
rub on, and kiss the mistress. How now! a
kiss in fee-farm! build there, carpenter; the
air is sweet. Ay, you shall fight your hearts
out ere I part you. The falcon as the tercel,
for all the ducks i' the river; go to, go to.

You have bereft me of all words,

Words pay no debts, give her deeds:
but she'll bereave you o' the 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.

Will you walk in, my lord?

O Cressida, how often have I wished
me thus!

Wished, my lord! The gods grant,--
O my lord!

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

More dregs than water, if my fears
have eyes.

Fears make devils of cherubins;
they never see truly.

Blind fear, that seeing reason leads,
finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling
without fear: to fear the worst oft
cures the worse.

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

Nor nothing monstrous neither?

Nothing, but our undertakings; when
we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks,
tame tigers; thinking it harder for our mistress
to devise imposition enough than for us
to undergo any difficulty imposed. This is
the monstruosity in love, lady, that the will is
infinite and the execution confined, that the
desire is boundless and the act a slave to

They say all lovers swear more performance
than they are able and yet reserve
an ability that they never perform, vowing
more than the perfection of ten and discharging
less than the tenth part of one. They
that have the voice of lions and the act of
hares, are they not monsters?

Are there such? 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 Cressid as what envy
can say worst shall be a mock for his truth
and what truth can speak truest not truer than

Will you walk in, my lord? Re-enter PANDARUS.

What, blushing still? have you not
done talking yet?

Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I
dedicate to you.

I thank you for that: if my lord get
a boy of you, you'll give him me. Be true
my lord: if he flinch, chide me for it.

You know now your hostages; your
uncle's word and my firm faith.

Nay, I'll give my word for her too:
our kindred, though they be long ere they are
wooed, they are constant being won; they are
burs, I can tell you; they'll stick where they
are thrown.

Boldness comes to me now, and brings me heart.
Prince Troilus, I have loved you night and day
For many weary months.

Why was my Cressid then so hard to win?

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;
130My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown
Too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools!
Why have I blabb'd? who shall be true to us,
When we are so unsecret to ourselves?
But, though I loved you well, I woo'd you not:
And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man,
Or that we women had men's privilege
Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,
For in this rapture I shall surely speak
The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence,
140Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws
My very soul of counsel! stop my mouth.

And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence.

Pretty, i' faith.

My lord, I beseech you, pardon me;
'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss:
I am ashamed. O heavens! what have I done?
For this time will I take my leave, my lord.

Your leave, sweet Cressid!

Leave! an you take leave till tomorrow morning,--

Pray you, content you.

What offends you, lady?

Sir, mine own company.

You cannot shun

Let me go and try:
I have a kind of self resides with you;
But an unkind self, that itself will leave,
To be another's fool. I would be gone:
Where is my wit? I know not what I speak.

Well know they what they speak that speak so wisely.

160Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than love;
And fell so roundly to a large confession,
To angle for your thoughts: but you are wise,
Or else you love not, for to be wise and love
Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.

O, that I thought it could be in a woman--
As, if it can, I will presume in you--
To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love;
To keep her constancy in plight and youth,
Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind
That doth renew swifter than blood decays!
Or that persuasion 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 uplifted! but, alas!
I am as true as truth's simplicity
And smipler than the infancy of truth.

In that I'll war with you.

O virtuous fight,
When right with right wars who shall be most right!
True swains in love shall in the world to come
Approve their truths by Troilus: when their rhymes,
Full of protest, of oath and big compare,
Want similes, truth tired with iteration,
As true as steel, as plantage to the moon,
As sun to day, as turtle to her mate,
As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre,
Yet, after all comparisons of truth,
As truth's authentic author to be cited,
'As true as Troilus' shall crown up the verse,
And sanctify the numbers.

Prophet may you be!
If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,
When time is old and hath forgot itself,
When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy,
And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up,
And mighty states characterless are grated
To dusty nothing, yet let memory,
From false to false, among false maids in love,
Upbraid my falsehood when they've said 'as false
As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,
200As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf,
Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son,'
'Yea,' let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,
'As false as Cressid.'

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 one to another, since I have taken such
pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between
be called to the world's end after
my name; call them all Pandars; let all constant
men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids,
and all brokers-between Pandars! say,



Amen. Whereupon I will show you
a chamber with a bed; which bed, because it
shall not speak of your pretty encounters,
press it to death: away!
And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here
Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this gear! [Exeunt.

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