_Æne._ Good morrow, lord, good morrow.[1884] _Pan._ Who's there? my Lord Æneas! By my troth,[1885][1886] 45 I knew you not: what news with you so early?[1885][1887] _Æne._ Is not prince Troilus here? _Pan._ Here! what should he do here? _Æne._ Come, he is here, my lord; do not deny him: It doth import him much to speak with me. 50 _Pan._ Is he here, say you? 'tis more than I know, I'll[1888] be sworn: for my own part, I came in late. What should[1889] he do here? _Æne._ Who! nay, then: come, come, you'll do him[1890][1891] wrong ere you are ware: you'll be so true to him, to be[1891][1892] 55 false to him: do not you know of him, but yet go fetch[1891][1893] him hither; go.[1891] _Re-enter_ TROILUS.[1894] _Tro._ How now! what's the matter? _Æne._ My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you, My matter is so rash: there is at hand[1895] 60 Paris your brother and Deiphobus, The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor Deliver'd to us; and for him forthwith,[1896] Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour, We must give up to Diomedes' hand[1897] 65 The Lady Cressida. _Tro._ Is it so concluded?[1898] _Æne._ By Priam and the general state of Troy.[1899] They are at hand and ready to effect it.[1900] _Tro._ How my achievements mock me![1901] I will go meet them: and, my Lord Æneas, 70 We met by chance; you did not find me here. _Æne._ Good, good, my lord; the secrets of nature[1902][1903] Have not more gift in taciturnity.[1902] [_Exeunt Troilus and Æneas._[1904] _Pan._ Is't possible? no sooner got but lost? The devil[1905] take Antenor! the young prince will go mad: a plague 75 upon Antenor! I would they had broke's neck! _Re-enter_ CRESSIDA.[1906] _Cres._ How now! what's the matter? who was here? _Pan._ Ah, ah![1907] _Cres._ Why sigh you so profoundly? where's my lord? gone! Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter? 80 _Pan._ Would I were as deep under the earth as I am above! _Cres._ O the gods! What's the matter? _Pan._ Prithee, get thee in: would thou hadst ne'er been[1908] born! I knew thou wouldst be his death: O, poor gentleman! 85 A plague upon Antenor! _Cres._ Good uncle, I beseech you, on my knees I beseech[1909] you, what's the matter?[1909] _Pan._ Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be gone; thou art changed for Antenor: thou must to thy father,[1910] 90 and be gone from Troilus: 'twill be his death; 'twill be his bane; he cannot bear it.[1911] _Cres._ O you immortal gods! I will not go. _Pan._ Thou must.