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 tonight? 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
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