Troilus and Cressida

Troilus and Cressida

ACT IV SCENE II	The same. Court of Pandarus' house.
	Enter TROILUS and CRESSIDA
TROILUS	Dear, trouble not yourself: the morn is cold.
CRESSIDA	Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle down;
	He shall unbolt the gates.
TROILUS	Trouble him not;	5
	To bed, to bed: sleep kill those pretty eyes,
	And give as soft attachment to thy senses
	As infants' empty of all thought!
CRESSIDA	Good morrow, then.
TROILUS	I prithee now, to bed.	10
CRESSIDA	Are you a-weary of me?
TROILUS	O Cressida! but that the busy day,
	Waked by the lark, hath roused the ribald crows,
	And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer,
	I would not from thee.	15
CRESSIDA	Night hath been too brief.
TROILUS	Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights she stays
	As tediously as hell, but flies the grasps of love
	With wings more momentary-swift than thought.
	You will catch cold, and curse me.	20
CRESSIDA	Prithee, tarry:
	You men will never tarry.
	O foolish Cressid! I might have still held off,
	And then you would have tarried. Hark!
	there's one up.	25
PANDARUS	Within
TROILUS	It is your uncle.
CRESSIDA	A pestilence on him! now will he be mocking:
	I shall have such a life!
	Enter PANDARUS
PANDARUS	How now, how now! how go maidenheads? Here, you
	maid! where's my cousin Cressid?	30
CRESSIDA	Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!
	You bring me to do, and then you flout me too.
PANDARUS	To do what? to do what? let her say
	what: what have I brought you to do?
CRESSIDA	Come, come, beshrew your heart! you'll ne'er be good,	35
	Nor suffer others.
PANDARUS	Ha! ha! Alas, poor wretch! ah, poor capocchia!
	hast not slept to-night? would he not, a naughty
	man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him!
CRESSIDA	Did not I tell you? Would he were knock'd i' the head!	40
	Knocking within
	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.
TROILUS	Ha, ha!
CRESSIDA	Come, you are deceived, I think of no such thing.	45
	Knocking within
	How earnestly they knock! Pray you, come in:
	I would not for half Troy have you seen here.
	Exeunt TROILUS and CRESSIDA
PANDARUS	Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat
	down the door? How now! what's the matter?
	Enter AENEAS
AENEAS	Good morrow, lord, good morrow.	50
PANDARUS	Who's there? my Lord AEneas! By my troth,
	I knew you not: what news with you so early?
AENEAS	Is not Prince Troilus here?
PANDARUS	Here! what should he do here?
AENEAS	Come, he is here, my lord; do not deny him:	55
	It doth import him much to speak with me.
PANDARUS	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?
AENEAS	Who!--nay, then: come, come, you'll do him wrong	60
	ere you're ware: 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.
	Re-enter TROILUS
TROILUS	How now! what's the matter?
AENEAS	My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you,	65
	My matter is so rash: there is at hand
	Paris your brother, and Deiphobus,
	The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor
	Deliver'd to us; and for him forthwith,
	Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour,	70
	We must give up to Diomedes' hand
	The Lady Cressida.
TROILUS	Is it so concluded?
AENEAS	By Priam and the general state of Troy:
	They are at hand and ready to effect it.	75
TROILUS	How my achievements mock me!
	I will go meet them: and, my Lord AEneas,
	We met by chance; you did not find me here.
AENEAS	Good, good, my lord; the secrets of nature
	Have not more gift in taciturnity.	80
	Exeunt TROILUS and AENEAS
PANDARUS	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!
	Re-enter CRESSIDA
CRESSIDA	How now! what's the matter? who was here?
PANDARUS	Ah, ah!	85
CRESSIDA	Why sigh you so profoundly? where's my lord? gone!
	Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter?
PANDARUS	Would I were as deep under the earth as I am above!
CRESSIDA	O the gods! what's the matter?
PANDARUS	Prithee, get thee in: would thou hadst ne'er been	90
	born! I knew thou wouldst be his death. O, poor
	gentleman! A plague upon Antenor!
CRESSIDA	Good uncle, I beseech you, on my knees! beseech you,
	what's the matter?
PANDARUS	Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be gone; thou	95
	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.
CRESSIDA	O you immortal gods! I will not go.
PANDARUS	Thou must.	100
CRESSIDA	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!
	Make Cressid's name the very crown of falsehood,	105
	If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and death,
	Do to this body what extremes you can;
	But the strong base and building of my love
	Is as the very centre of the earth,
	Drawing all things to it. I'll go in and weep,--	110
PANDARUS	Do, do.
CRESSIDA	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