Troy. The court of PANDARUS' house
TROILUS and CRESSIDA Enter
Dear, trouble not yourself; the morn is cold. TROILUS
Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle down; CRESSIDA
He shall unbolt the gates.
Trouble him not; TROILUS
To bed, to bed! Sleep kill those pretty eyes,
And give as soft attachment to thy senses
As infants' empty of all thought!
Good morrow, then. CRESSIDA
I prithee now, to bed. TROILUS
Are you aweary of me? CRESSIDA
O Cressida! but that the busy day, TROILUS
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.
Night hath been too brief. CRESSIDA
Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights she stays TROILUS
As tediously as hell, but flies the grasps of love
With wings more momentary-swift than thought.
You will catch cold, and curse me.
Prithee tarry. CRESSIDA
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?
It is your uncle. TROILUS
A pestilence on him! Now will he be mocking. CRESSIDA
I shall have such a life!
How now, how now! How go maidenheads? PANDARUS
Here, you maid! Where's my cousin Cressid?
Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle. CRESSIDA
You bring me to do, and then you flout me too.
To do what? to do what? Let her say what. PANDARUS
What have I brought you to do?
Come, come, beshrew your heart! You'll ne'er be good, CRESSIDA
Nor suffer others.
Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a poor capocchia! hast not PANDARUS
slept to-night? Would he not, a naughty man, let it sleep? A
bugbear take him!
Did not I tell you? Would he were knock'd i' th' head! CRESSIDA
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.
Ha! ha! TROILUS
Come, you are deceiv'd, I think of no such thing. CRESSIDA
How earnestly they knock! Pray you come in:
I would not for half Troy have you seen here.
TROILUS and CRESSIDA Exeunt
Who's there? What's the matter? Will you beat down the PANDARUS
door? How now? What's the matter?
Good morrow, lord, good morrow. AENEAS
Who's there? My lord Aeneas? By my troth, PANDARUS
I knew you not. What news with you so early?
Is not Prince Troilus here? AENEAS
Here! What should he do here? PANDARUS
Come, he is here, my lord; do not deny him. AENEAS
It doth import him much to speak with me.
Is he here, say you? It's more than I know, I'll be PANDARUS
sworn. For my own part, I came in late. What should he do here?
Who!-nay, then. Come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you are AENEAS
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.
How now! What's the matter? TROILUS
My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you, AENEAS
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.
Is it so concluded? TROILUS
By Priam, and the general state of Troy. AENEAS
They are at hand and ready to effect it.
How my achievements mock me! TROILUS
I will go meet them; and, my lord Aeneas,
We met by chance; you did not find me here.
Good, good, my lord, the secrets of neighbour Pandar AENEAS
Have not more gift in taciturnity.
TROILUS and AENEAS Exeunt
Is't possible? No sooner got but lost? The devil take PANDARUS
Antenor! The young prince will go mad. A plague upon Antenor! I
would they had broke's neck.
How now! What's the matter? Who was here? CRESSIDA
Ah, ah! PANDARUS
Why sigh you so profoundly? Where's my lord? Gone? Tell CRESSIDA
me, sweet uncle, what's the matter?
Would I were as deep under the earth as I am above! PANDARUS
O the gods! What's the matter? CRESSIDA
Pray thee, get thee in. Would thou hadst ne'er been born! PANDARUS
I knew thou wouldst be his death! O, poor gentleman! A plague
Good uncle, I beseech you, on my knees I beseech you, CRESSIDA
what's the matter?
Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be gone; thou art PANDARUS
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
O you immortal gods! I will not go. CRESSIDA
Thou must. PANDARUS
I will not, uncle. I have forgot my father; CRESSIDA
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-
Do, do. PANDARUS
Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised cheeks, CRESSIDA
Crack my clear voice with sobs and break my heart,
With sounding 'Troilus.' I will not go from Troy.