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
_Cres._ I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father;[1912] 95
I know no touch of consanguinity;
No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me
As the sweet Troilus. O you gods divine!
Make Cressid's name the very crown of falsehood,
If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and death,[1913] 100
Do to this body what extremes you can;[1914]
But the strong base and building of my love
Is as the very centre of the earth,
Drawing all things to it. I'll go in and weep,--[1915]
_Pan._ Do, do. 105
_Cres._ Tear my bright hair and scratch my praised cheeks,[1916]
Crack my clear voice with sobs and break my heart
With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy. [_Exeunt._[1917]
SCENE III. _Before Pandarus' house._[1918]
_Enter_ PARIS, TROILUS, ÆNEAS, DEIPHOBUS, ANTENOR, _and_
DIOMEDES.
_Par._ It is great morning, and the hour prefix'd
For her delivery to this valiant Greek[1919]
Comes fast upon: good my brother Troilus,[1920]
Tell you the lady what she is to do,
And haste her to the purpose.
_Tro._ Walk into her house;[1921] 5
I'll bring her to the Grecian presently:
And to his hand when I deliver her,
Think it an altar, and thy brother Troilus
A priest, there offering to it his own heart. [_Exit._[1922]
_Par._ I know what 'tis to love; 10
And would, as I shall pity, I could help!
Please you walk in, my lords. [_Exeunt._
SCENE IV. _A room in Pandarus' house._[1923]
_Enter_ PANDARUS _and_ CRESSIDA.
_Pan._ Be moderate, be moderate.
_Cres._ Why tell you me of moderation?
The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste,
And violenteth in a sense as strong[1924]
As that which causeth it: how can I moderate it?[1924][1925] 5
If I could temporise with my affection,[1926]
Or brew it to a weak and colder palate,
The like allayment could I give my grief:
My love admits no qualifying dross;[1927]
No more my grief, in such a precious loss. 10
_Enter_ TROILUS.[1928]
_Pan._ Here, here, here he comes. Ah, sweet ducks![1929]
_Cres._ O Troilus! Troilus! [_Embracing him._[1930]
_Pan._ What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me embrace
too. 'O heart,' as the goodly saying is,[1931]
'O heart, heavy heart,[1932] 15
Why sigh'st thou without breaking?'[1932][1933]
where he answers again,
'Because thou canst not ease thy smart[1934]
By friendship nor by speaking.'[1934][1935]
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