The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 6 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 6 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Tro._ Nothing, but our undertakings; when we vow to[1630]
weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers; thinking it
harder for our mistress to devise imposition enough than
for us to undergo any difficulty imposed. This is the[1631] 75
monstruosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite and the
execution confined, that the desire is boundless and the
act a slave to limit.
_Cres._ They say, all lovers swear more performance than
they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never 80
perform, vowing more than the perfection of ten and discharging
less than the tenth part of one. They that have the
voice of lions and the act of hares, are they not monsters?
_Tro._ Are there such? such are not we: praise us as we
are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head shall go bare till 85
merit crown it: no perfection in reversion shall have a praise[1632]
in present: we will not name desert before his birth, and,
being born, his addition shall be humble. Few words to
fair faith: Troilus shall be such to Cressid as what envy
can say worst shall be a mock for his truth, and what[1633] 90
truth can speak truest, not truer than Troilus.
_Cres._ Will you walk in, my lord?
_Re-enter_ PANDARUS.[1634]
_Pan._ What, blushing still? have you not done talking[1635]
yet?
_Cres._ Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to 95
you.
_Pan._ 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, chide
me for it.
_Tro._ You know now your hostages; your uncle's word 100
and my firm faith.
_Pan._ Nay, I 'll give my word for her too: our kindred,
though they be long ere they are wooed, they are constant[1636]
being won: they are burs, I can tell you; they'll stick
where they are thrown. 105
_Cres._ Boldness comes to me now, and brings me heart.[1637]
Prince Troilus, I have loved you night and day[1637]
For many weary months.[1637]
_Tro._ Why was my Cressid then so hard to win?
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