_Cres._ Hard to seem won: but I was won, my lord, 110 With the first glance that ever--pardon me;[1638] If I confess much, you will play the tyrant. I love you now; but not, till now, so much[1639] But I might master it: in faith, I lie; My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown[1640] 115 Too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools! Why have I blabb'd? who shall be true to us, When we are so unsecret to ourselves? But, though I loved you well, I woo'd you not; And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man, 120 Or that we women had men's privilege[1641] Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; For in this rapture I shall surely speak The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence,[1642] Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws[1643] 125 My very soul of counsel! Stop my mouth.[1644] _Tro._ And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence.[1645] _Pan._ Pretty, i' faith. _Cres._ My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me; 'Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kiss: 130 I am ashamed; O heavens! what have I done? For this time will I take my leave, my lord. _Tro._ Your leave, sweet Cressid?[1646] _Pan._ Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morning--[1647] _Cres._ Pray you, content you.[1648] 135 _Tro._ What offends you, lady?[1648] _Cres._ Sir, mine own company.[1648] _Tro._ You cannot shun yourself.[1648][1649] _Cres._ Let me go and try:[1648][1650] I have a kind of self resides with you,[1651] 140 But an unkind self that itself will leave To be another's fool. I would be gone:[1652] Where is my wit? I know not what I speak.[1652] _Tro._ Well know they what they speak that speak so wisely.[1653] _Cres._ Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than love,[1654] 145 And fell so roundly to a large confession To angle for your thoughts: but you are wise;[1655] Or else you love not, for to be wise and love[1655][1656] Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.[1657] _Tro._ O that I thought it could be in a woman-- 150 As, if it can, I will presume in you--[1658] To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love;[1659] To keep her constancy in plight and youth, Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind[1660] That doth renew swifter than blood decays! 155 Or that persuasion could but thus convince me,[1661] That my integrity and truth to you Might be affronted with the match and weight Of such a winnowed purity in love;[1662] How were I then uplifted! but, alas! 160 I am as true as truth's simplicity And simpler than the infancy of truth. _Cres._ In that I'll war with you.