_Ulys._ There is no staying here; the hart Achilles Keeps thicket;--please it our great general, I shall impart a counsel, which, observed, May cure the madman's pride. _Agam._ In my own tent our talk will be more private. _Ulys._ But nothing without Ajax; He is the soul and substance of my counsels, And I am but his shadow. _Ajax._ You shall see I am not like Achilles. Let us confer, and I'll give counsel too. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _Enter_ PANDARUS, TROILUS, _and_ CRESSIDA. _Pand._ Come, come, what need you blush? Shame's a baby; swear the oaths now to her, that you swore to me: What, are you gone again? you must be watched ere you are made tame, must you? Why don't you speak to her first?--Come, draw this curtain and let's see your picture; alas-a-day, how loth you are to offend day-light! [_They kiss._] That's well, that's well; nay, you shall fight your hearts out ere I part you. So so--so so-- _Troil._ You have bereft me of all words, fair Cressida. _Pand._ Words pay no debts; give her deeds.--What billing again! Here's, in witness whereof the parties interchangeably--come in, come in, you lose time both. _Troil._ O Cressida, how often have I wished me here! _Cres._ Wished, my lord!--The gods grant!--O, my lord-- _Troil._ What should they grant? what makes this pretty interruption in thy words? _Cres._ I speak I know not what! _Troil._ Speak ever so; and if I answer you I know not what--it shows the more of love. Love is a child that talks in broken language, Yet then he speaks most plain. _Cres._ I find it true, that to be wise, and love, Are inconsistent things. _Pand._ What, blushing still! have you not done talking yet? _Cres._ Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you. _Pand._ 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 flinch, I'll be hanged for him.--Now am I in my kingdom! [_Aside._ _Troil._ You know your pledges now; your uncle's word, and my firm faith. _Pand._ Nay, I'll give my word for her too: Our kindred are constant; they are burs, I can assure you; they'll stick where they are thrown. _Cres._ Boldness comes to me now, and I can speak: Prince Troilus, I have loved you long. _Troil._ Why was my Cressida then so hard to win? _Cres._ Hard to seem won; but I was won, my lord-- What have I blabbed? who will be true to us, When we are so unfaithful to ourselves! O bid me hold my tongue; for, in this rapture, Sure I shall speak what I should soon repent. But stop my mouth. _Troil._ A sweet command, and willingly obeyed. [_Kisses._ _Pand._ Pretty, i'faith! _Cres._ My lord, I do beseech you pardon me; 'Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kiss. I am ashamed;--O heavens, what have I done! For this time let me take my leave, my lord. _Pand._ Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morning, call me Cut. _Cres._ Pray, let me go. _Troil._ Why, what offends you, madam?