g Troi. Befhrew the witch! with venomous wights she stays, As tedioufly as hell; but flies the grafps of love, Cre. Pr'ythee, tarry;-you men will never tarry. And then you would have tarry'd. Hark! there's one up. Pan. [within] What! all the doors open here? Enter Pandarus. Cre. A peftilence on him! now will he be mocking: I fhall have fuch a life, Pan. How now, how now? how go maidenheads?— Here, you maid! where's my coufin Creffid? Cre. Go hang yourfelf, you naughty mocking uncle! You bring me to do, and then you flout me too. Pan. To do what? to do what?-let her fay what: What have I brought you to do? Cre. Come, come; befhrew your heart! you'll ne'er be good, Nor fuffer others. h Pan. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wench! a poor capocchia! -haft not flept to-night? would he not, a naughty man, let it fleep? a bugbear take him! [One knocks. Cre. Did not I tell you?-'would he were knock'd o' the head! Who's that at door? good uncle, go and fee.- You fimile, and mock me, as if I meant naughtily. Troi. Ha! ha! Cre. Come, you are deceiv'd, I think of no fuch thing. How earnestly they knock !-pray you, come in; I would not for half Troy have you feen here. [Knock. [Exeunt. Pan. Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the door? How now? what's the matter? Enter Eneas. Ene. Good morrow, lord, good morrow. Pan. Who's there? my lord Æneas? By my troth, I knew you not: What news with you fo early? Ene. Is not prince Troilus here? Pan. Here! what fhould he do here? Ene. Come, he is here, my lord, do not deny him! It doth import him much, to speak with me. Pan. Is he here, fay you? 'tis more than I know, I'll be fworn: For my own part, I came in late :-What fhould he do here? Ene. Who!nay, then : : Come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you are 'ware: Do not you know of him, but yet fetch him hither; Go. As Pandarus is going out, enter Troilus. Troi. How now? what's the matter? Ene. My lord, I scarce have leisure to falute you, My matter is fo rafh: There is at hand Paris your brother, and Deiphobus, fo rafb]-fudden. Ere Ere the first facrifice, within this hour, We muft give up to Diomedes' hand Troi. Is it concluded fo? Ene. By Priam, and the general ftate of Troy : They are at hand, and ready to effect it. Troi. How my atchievements mock me!— I will go meet them; and, my lord Æneas, We met by chance; you did not find me here, k Ene. Good, good, my lord; the fecrets of nature Have not more gift in taciturnity. Exeunt Troilus, and Eneas, Pan. Is't poflible? no fooner got, but loft? The devil take Antenor! the young prince will go mad. A plague upon Antenor! I would, they had broke's neck! Enter Crefida. Cre. How now? What is the matter? Who was here? Pan. Ah, ah! Cre. Why figh you so profoundly? Where's my lord? gone? Tell me, fweet uncle, what's the matter? Pan. 'Would I were as deep under the earth, as I am above! Cre. O the gods !-what's the matter? Pan. Pr'ythee, get thee in; Would thou hadst ne'er been born! I knew, thou wouldst be his death;-O poor gentleman! A plague upon Antenor! Cre. Good uncle, I befeech you on my knees, Į beseech you, what's the matter? Pan. Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be gone; the fecrets of nature]-the moft fecret things in nature.-the fecrets of neighbour Pandar.—Pandar himself hath not a better knack at keep ing fecrets, G 3 thou 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. Cre. O you immortal gods !—I will not go. Pan. Thou must. › Cre. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father; No kin, no love, no biood, no foul fo near me, But the strong base and building of my love Drawing all things to it.-I'll go in, and weep, Cre. Tear my bright hair, and fcratch my praised cheeks; Crack my clear voice with fobs, and break my heart [Exeunt. SCENE III. Before Pandarus' House. Enter Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Diomedes, &c. Par. It is great morning; and the hour prefix'd Of her delivery to this valiant Greek Comes fast upon:-Good my brother Troilus, Tell you the lady what he is to do, Troi. Walk in to her house; I'll bring her to the Grecian presently: It is great morning ;]-The morn is far advanced, And And to his hand when I deliver her, And 'would, as I fhall pity, I could help!- An Apartment in Pandarus' House. Enter Pandarus, and Creffida, Pan. Be moderate, be moderate, Cre. Why tell you me of moderation? The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste, "And violenteth in a fenfe as ftrong As that which caufeth it: How can I moderate it? If I could temporize with my affection, Or brew it to a weak and colder palate, No more my grief, in such a precious loss, Enter Troilus, Pan. Here, here, here he comes.-Ah fweet ducks! Cre. O Troilus! Troilus! Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me embrace too: O heart,-as the goodly saying is,— o heart, o heavy heart, Why figh'st thou without breaking? where he answers again, Because thou canst not eafe thy fmart, violenteth]-acts as forcibly, |