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Troilus and Cressida
act iv   Scene 2.
William Shakespeare
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       Troy. The 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;
       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.
       CRESSIDA
       Are you aweary of me?
       TROILUS
       O Cressida! but that the busy day,
       Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows,
       And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer,
       I would not from thee.
       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.
       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.
       PANDARUS
       [Within] What's all the doors open here?
       TROILUS
       It is your uncle.
       Enter PANDARUS
       CRESSIDA
       A pestilence on him! Now will he be mocking.
       I shall have such a life!
       PANDARUS
       How now, how now! How go maidenheads?
       Here, you maid! Where's my cousin Cressid?
       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,
       Nor suffer others.
       PANDARUS
       Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a 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' th' head!
       [One knocks]
       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 deceiv'd, I think of no such thing.
       [Knock]
       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.
       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.
       It doth import him much to speak with me.
       PANDARUS
       Is he here, say you? It's 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 ere you are
       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,
       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,
       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.
       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 neighbour Pandar
       Have not more gift in taciturnity.
       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!
       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
       Pray thee, get thee in. Would thou hadst ne'er been born!
       I knew thou wouldst be his death! O, poor gentleman! A plague
       upon Antenor!
       CRESSIDA
       Good uncle, I beseech you, on my knees I beseech you,
       what's the matter?
       PANDARUS
       Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be gone; thou art
       chang'd 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.
       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,
       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-
       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
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Dramatis Personae
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act i
   Scene 1.
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   Scene 3.
act ii
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   Scene 3.
act iii
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act iv
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   Scene 4.
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act v
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