Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady.

Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds : but she'll bereave you of 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 PANDARUS. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ? Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wished me thus ?

Cres. Wished, my lord ? — The gods grant ! - O my lord!

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

Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes.

Tro. Fears make devils cherubims; they never see truly.

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

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

Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither ?

Tro. 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 limit.

Cres. 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?

Tro. 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

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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, no truer than Troilus.

Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?

Re-enter PANDARUS.

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

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

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

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

Pan. 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. Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me

heart: Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day, For many weary months.

Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win?

Cres. 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- his addition shall be humble.) We will give him no high or pompous titles. Johnson.

- what envy can say worst, shall be a mock for his truth ;] i.e. shall be only a mock for his truth. Even malice (for such is the meaning of the word envy) shall not be able to impeach his truth, or attack him in any other way, except by ridiculing him for his constancy.

I love you now; but not, till now, so much
But I might master it :— in faith, I lie;
My 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 lov'd 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,
Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws
My very soul of counsel : Stop my mouth.

Tro. And shall, albeit sweet musick issues thence.
Pan. Pretty, i'faith.

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

Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid ?

Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morn-
ing, -
Cres. Pray you, content you.
Tro.

What offends you, lady ?
Cres. Sir, mine own company.
Tro.

You cannot shun
Yourself.

Cres. 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. Tro. Well know they what they speak, that speak so

wisely. Cres. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than

love; And fell so roundly to a large confession,

From asham':;- pose, thus to be pardo

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.

Tro. 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 simpler than the infancy of truth.?

Cres. In that I'll war with you.
Tro.

- 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, 2 . Wants similes, truth tir'd 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 center, -
Yet, after all comparisons of truth,
As truth's authentick author to be cited, 3

London Published by F.C & J Rivington and Partners Feb? 1873,