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Troilus and Cressida

Act IV, Scene 2

The same. Court of Pandarus' house.
 
[Enter TROILUS and CRESSIDA]
 
TROILUS
              ,       ,          ,          ,         ,
      Dear* troub|le not | yourself:| the morn | is cold.
 
CRESSIDA
             ,          ,           ,          ,       ,
      Then sweet | my lord,| I'll call | mine^unc|le down;
       ,             ,          ,
      He shall | unbolt | the gates.
 
TROILUS
                                      ,            ,
                                    Trouble | him not:
          ,     .  T     T     T            ,       ,
      To bed,| to bed: sleep kill | those pret|ty eyes,
            ,         ,        ,         2       ,  ,
      And give | as soft | attach|ment to thy / senses,
          ,         ,    2    ,       ,
      As in|fants' emp|ty of all | thought.
 
CRESSIDA
                                                   ,    2
                                           Good | morrow then.
 
TROILUS
         ,        ,        ,
      I prith|ee now | to bed.
 
CRESSIDA
       ,     2    ,       ,
      Are you a-|weary | of me?  (tri with prev)
 
TROILUS
          ,     ,         ,         ,     ,
      O Cres|sida!| But that | the bu|sy day
        ,              ,            ,          ,        ,
      Waked by | the lark,| hath roused | the ri|bald crows,
            ,         ,            ,          ,        ,       ->
      And dream|ing night | will hide | our joys | no lon||ger:
      ,          ,           ,
      I | would not | from thee.
 
CRESSIDA
        ,            T   T    T
      Night hath | been too brief.  (tri with prev)
 
TROILUS
          ,           ,           ,   2       ,           ,
      Beshrew | the witch!| With ven|omous wights | she stays,
          ,      3 3     ,          ,            ,          ,
      As ted|iously as hell;| but flies | the grasps | of love,
             ,            ,     ,       ,             ,
      With wings | more* mo|menta|ry, swift | than thought:
                   ,     ,          ,
      You will / catch cold,| and curse | me.  \\
 
CRESSIDA
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      Prithee | tarry,| you men | will never | tarry.
         ,         ,       ,        2       ,           ,
      O fool|ish Cres|sid, I | might have still | held^off,
        ,         ,         ,         ,          ,
      And then you would have tarried. Hark, there's one up?
 
PANDARUS
What, is all the doors open here?
 
TROILUS
It is your uncle.
 
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 nere be good, nor suffer others.
 
PANDARUS
Ha, ha: alas poor wretch: ah, 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 knocked in the head. Who's that at door? Good uncle go and see.
           ,      ,     2    ,   ,           ,
      My lord,| come you a|gain in/to my | chamber:
            ,           ,          x         ,       ,   2
      You smile | and mock | me, as if | I meant | naughtily.
 
TROILUS
Ha, ha.
 
CRESSIDA
            ,       2     ,         ,      .  T   T    T
      Come^you | are deceived,| I think | of no such thing.
           ,       ,          ,       ,              ,
      How earn|estly | they knock:| pray you | come^in.
       2       ,          ,      ,               ,     __
      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? '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, 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.
 
[Enter TROILUS]
 
TROILUS
How now, what's the matter?
 
AENEAS
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      My lord,| I scarce | have leis|ure to sa/lute you,
          ,            ,   ,           ,        ,
      My mat|ter is / so rash:| there is | at hand
       ,            ,         ,     ,   ,
      Paris | your broth|er, and | Dei|phobus,
           ,        ,   ,       2     ,    ,
      The Gre|cian Di|omed,| and our An|tenor
         ,        ,        ,         ,           ,
      Deliv|ered to | us; and | for him | forthwith,
       T   .    T    T      ,        ,           ,
      Ere the first sa|crifice,| within | this^hour,
           ,          ,       ,   ,        ,
      We must | give^up | to Di|ome|des' hand
           ,      ,     ,
      The La|dy Cres|sida.
 
TROILUS
                            x         ,   2
                          Is it con|cluded so*?  ??
 
AENEAS
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      By Pri|am, and | the gen|eral state | of Troy,
        ,             ,         ,      ,       ,       ->
      They are | at hand,| and rea|dy to | effect || it.
 
TROILUS
       ,      2    ,           ,    __   oo
      How | my achieve|ments mock | me;|
       x            ,          ,         ,      ,
      I will go*| meet them:| and my | Lord Ae|neas,
          ,          ,          ,          ,         ,
      We met | by chance;| you did | not find | me here.
 
AENEAS
       __     __         ,         ,      2    ,      2->
      Good,| good,| my lord,| the sec|rets of na||ture
            ,            ,        ,    ,     ,
      Have not | more* gift | in ta|citur|nity.
 
[Exeunt TROILUS and AENEAS]
 
PANDARUS
Is it 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 his neck.
 
[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
Prithee get thee in: would thou hadst nere 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, beseech you what's the matter?
 
PANDARUS
Thou must be gone wench, thou must be gone; thou 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.
 
CRESSIDA
       2      ,     ,      ,     2     ,        ,
      I will not | uncle:| I have for|got my | father:
          ,          ,         ,      ,     ,
      I know | no* touch | of con|sangui|nity:
          ,         ,         ,          ,         ,       ->
      No kin,| no love,| no blood,| no soul,| so near || me,
        2        ,     ,       ,         ,        ,
      As the / sweet Troi|lus: O | you gods | divine!
             ,          ,         ,      ,          ,          ->
      Make^Cres|sid's name | the ve|ry crown | of false||hood*!
        x             ,       ,         T     T    .    T
      If ever | she leave | Troilus:| Time, force and death,
       ,            ,      ,         ,          ,
      Do to | this bo|dy what | extremes | you can;
                   ,     ,          ,        ,        ,
      But the / strong base | and build|ing of | my love,
          ,        ,     ,       ,         ,
      Is as | the ve|ry cent|er of | the earth,
        ,        T     T    Tx      2      ,     2     ,
      Drawing | all things to it.| I will go | in and weep.
 
PANDARUS
Do, do.
 
CRESSIDA
        ,          T     T    .     T           ,         ,
      Tear my | bright hair, and scratch | my prai|sed cheeks,
        T    .   T     T            ,          ,          ,
      Crack my clear voice | with sobs,| and break | my heart
             ,         ,        2        ,   ,          ,
      With sound|ing Troi|lus. I will / not go | from Troy.
 
[Exeunt]

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