Troylus and Cressida.
Pan.
You spie, what doe you spie: come, giue me an
Instrument now sweete Queene.
You spie, what doe you spie: come, giue me an
Instrument now sweete Queene.
Hel.
Why this is kindely done?
Why this is kindely done?
Pan.
My Neece is horrible in loue with a thing you
haue sweete Queene.
My Neece is horrible in loue with a thing you
haue sweete Queene.
Hel.
She shall haue it my Lord, if it be not my Lord Paris.
She shall haue it my Lord, if it be not my Lord Paris.
Pand.
Hee? no, sheele none of him, they two are twaine.
Hee? no, sheele none of him, they two are twaine.
Hel.
Falling in after falling out, may make them three.
Falling in after falling out, may make them three.
Pan.
Come, come, Ile heare no more of this, Ile sing
you a song now.
Come, come, Ile heare no more of this, Ile sing
you a song now.
Hel.
I, I, prethee now: by my troth sweet Lord thou
hast a fine fore-head.
I, I, prethee now: by my troth sweet Lord thou
hast a fine fore-head.
Pan.
I you may, you may.
I you may, you may.
Hel.
Let thy song be loue: this loue will vndoe vs al.
Oh Cupid, Cupid, Cupid.
Let thy song be loue: this loue will vndoe vs al.
Oh Cupid, Cupid, Cupid.
Pan.
Loue? I that it shall yfaith.
Loue? I that it shall yfaith.
Par.
I, good now loue, loue, nothing but loue.
I, good now loue, loue, nothing but loue.
Pan.
In good troth it begins so.
In good troth it begins so.
Loue, loue, nothing but loue, still more:
For O loues Bow,
Shootes Bucke and Doe:
The Shaft confounds not that it wounds,
But tickles still the sore:
These Louers cry, oh ho they dye;
Yet that which seemes the wound to kill.
Doth turne oh ho, to ha ha he:
So dying loue liues still,
O ho a while, but ha ha ha,
O ho grones out for ha ha ha———hey ho.
For O loues Bow,
Shootes Bucke and Doe:
The Shaft confounds not that it wounds,
But tickles still the sore:
These Louers cry, oh ho they dye;
Yet that which seemes the wound to kill.
Doth turne oh ho, to ha ha he:
So dying loue liues still,
O ho a while, but ha ha ha,
O ho grones out for ha ha ha———hey ho.
Hel.
In loue yfaith to the very tip of the nose.
In loue yfaith to the very tip of the nose.
Par.
He eates nothing but doues loue, and that breeds
hot bloud, and hot bloud begets hot thoughts, and hot
thoughts beget hot deedes, and hot deedes is loue.
He eates nothing but doues loue, and that breeds
hot bloud, and hot bloud begets hot thoughts, and hot
thoughts beget hot deedes, and hot deedes is loue.
Pan.
Is this the generation of loue? Hot bloud, hot
thoughts, and hot deedes, why they are Vipers, is Loue a
generation of Vipers?
Sweete Lord whose a field to day?
Is this the generation of loue? Hot bloud, hot
thoughts, and hot deedes, why they are Vipers, is Loue a
generation of Vipers?
Sweete Lord whose a field to day?
Par.
Hector, Deiphœbus, Helenus, Anthenor, and all the
gallantry of Troy. I would faine haue arm'd to day, but
my Nell would not haue it so.
How chance my brother Troylus went not?
Hector, Deiphœbus, Helenus, Anthenor, and all the
gallantry of Troy. I would faine haue arm'd to day, but
my Nell would not haue it so.
How chance my brother Troylus went not?
Hel.
He hangs the lippe at something; you know all
Lord Pandarus?
He hangs the lippe at something; you know all
Lord Pandarus?
Pan.
Not I hony sweete Queene: I long to heare how
they sped to day:
Youle remember your brothers excuse?
Not I hony sweete Queene: I long to heare how
they sped to day:
Youle remember your brothers excuse?
Par.
To a hayre.
To a hayre.
Pan.
Farewell sweete Queene.
Farewell sweete Queene.
Hel.
Commend me to your Neece.
Commend me to your Neece.
Pan.
Sound a retreat.I will sweete Queene.
Sound a retreat.I will sweete Queene.
Par.
They're come from fielde: let vs to Priams Hall
To greete the Warriers. Sweet Hellen, I must woe you,
To helpe vnarme our Hector: his stubborne Buckles,
With these your white enchanting fingers toucht,
Shall more obey then to the edge of Steele,
Or force of Greekish sinewes: you shall doe more
Then all the Iland Kings, disarme great Hector.
They're come from fielde: let vs to Priams Hall
To greete the Warriers. Sweet Hellen, I must woe you,
To helpe vnarme our Hector: his stubborne Buckles,
With these your white enchanting fingers toucht,
Shall more obey then to the edge of Steele,
Or force of Greekish sinewes: you shall doe more
Then all the Iland Kings, disarme great Hector.
Hel.
'Twill make vs proud to be his seruant Paris:
Yea what he shall rcceiue of vs in duetie,
Giues vs more palme in beautie then we haue:
Yea ouershines our selfe.
Exeunt.Sweete aboue thought I loue thee.
'Twill make vs proud to be his seruant Paris:
Yea what he shall rcceiue of vs in duetie,
Giues vs more palme in beautie then we haue:
Yea ouershines our selfe.
Exeunt.Sweete aboue thought I loue thee.
Enter Pandarus and Troylus Man.
Pan.
How now, where's thy Maister, at my Couzen Cressidas?
How now, where's thy Maister, at my Couzen Cressidas?
Man.
No sir, he stayes for you to conduct him thither.
No sir, he stayes for you to conduct him thither.
Enter Troylus.
Pan.
O here he comes: How now, how now?
O here he comes: How now, how now?
Troy.
Sirra walke off.
Sirra walke off.
Pan.
Haue you seene my Cousin?
Haue you seene my Cousin?
Troy.
No Pandarus: I stalke about her doore
Like a strange soule vpon the Stigian bankes
Staying for waftage. O be thou my Charon,
And giue me swift transportance to those fields,
Where I may wallow in the Lilly beds
Propos'd for the deseruer. O gentle Pandarus,
From Cupids shoulder plucke his painted wings,
And flye with me to Cressid.
No Pandarus: I stalke about her doore
Like a strange soule vpon the Stigian bankes
Staying for waftage. O be thou my Charon,
And giue me swift transportance to those fields,
Where I may wallow in the Lilly beds
Propos'd for the deseruer. O gentle Pandarus,
From Cupids shoulder plucke his painted wings,
And flye with me to Cressid.
Pan.
Exit Pandarus.Walke here ith'Orchard, Ile bring her straight.
Exit Pandarus.Walke here ith'Orchard, Ile bring her straight.
Troy.
I am giddy; expectation whirles me round,
Th'imaginary relish is so sweete.
That it inchants my sence: what will it be
When that the watry pallats taste indeede
Loues thrice reputed Nectar? Death I feare me
Sounding distruction, or some ioy too fine,
Too subtile, potent, and too sharpe in sweetnesse,
For the capacitie of my ruder powers;
I feare it much, and I doe feare besides,
That I shall loose distinction in my ioyes,
As doth a battaile, when they charge on heapes
The enemy flying.
I am giddy; expectation whirles me round,
Th'imaginary relish is so sweete.
That it inchants my sence: what will it be
When that the watry pallats taste indeede
Loues thrice reputed Nectar? Death I feare me
Sounding distruction, or some ioy too fine,
Too subtile, potent, and too sharpe in sweetnesse,
For the capacitie of my ruder powers;
I feare it much, and I doe feare besides,
That I shall loose distinction in my ioyes,
As doth a battaile, when they charge on heapes
The enemy flying.
Enter Pandarus.
Pan.
Shee's making her ready sheele come straight; you
must be witty now, she does so blush, & fetches her winde
so short, as if she were fraid with a sprite: Ile fetch her; it
is the prettiest villaine, she fetches her breath so short as a
Exit Pand.new tane Sparrow.
Pan.
Shee's making her ready sheele come straight; you
must be witty now, she does so blush, & fetches her winde
so short, as if she were fraid with a sprite: Ile fetch her; it
is the prettiest villaine, she fetches her breath so short as a
Exit Pand.new tane Sparrow.
Troy.
Euen such a passion doth imbrace my bosome:
My heart beates thicker then a feauorous pulse,
And all my powers doe their bestowing loose,
Like vassalage at vnawares encountring
The eye of Maiestie.
Euen such a passion doth imbrace my bosome:
My heart beates thicker then a feauorous pulse,
And all my powers doe their bestowing loose,
Like vassalage at vnawares encountring
The eye of Maiestie.
Enter Pandarus and Cressida.
Pan.
Come, come, what neede you blush?
Shames a babie; here she is now, sweare the oathes now
to her, that you haue sworne to me. What are you gone againe,
you must be watcht ere you be made tame, must
you? come your wayes, come your wayes, and you draw
backward weele put you i'th fils: why doe you not speak
to her? Come draw this curtaine & let's see your picture.
Alasse the day, how loath you are to offend day light? and
'twere darke you'ld close sooner: So, so, rub on, and kisse
the mistresse; how now, a kisse in fee-farme? build there
Carpenter, the ayre is sweete. Nay, you shall fight your
hearts out ere I part you. The Faulcon, as the Tercell,
for all the Ducks ith Riuer: go too, go too.
Come, come, what neede you blush?
Shames a babie; here she is now, sweare the oathes now
to her, that you haue sworne to me. What are you gone againe,
you must be watcht ere you be made tame, must
you? come your wayes, come your wayes, and you draw
backward weele put you i'th fils: why doe you not speak
to her? Come draw this curtaine & let's see your picture.
Alasse the day, how loath you are to offend day light? and
'twere darke you'ld close sooner: So, so, rub on, and kisse
the mistresse; how now, a kisse in fee-farme? build there
Carpenter, the ayre is sweete. Nay, you shall fight your
hearts out ere I part you. The Faulcon, as the Tercell,
for all the Ducks ith Riuer: go too, go too.
Troy.
You haue bereft me of all words Lady.
You haue bereft me of all words Lady.
Pan.
Words pay no debts; giue her deedes: but sheele
bereaue you 'oth' deeds too, if shee call your actiuity in
question: what billing againe? here's in witnesse whereof
the Parties interchangeably. Come in, come in, Ile go
get a fire?
Words pay no debts; giue her deedes: but sheele
bereaue you 'oth' deeds too, if shee call your actiuity in
question: what billing againe? here's in witnesse whereof
the Parties interchangeably. Come in, come in, Ile go
get a fire?
Cres.
Will you walke in my Lord?
Will you walke in my Lord?
Troy.
O Cressida how often haue I wisht me thus?
O Cressida how often haue I wisht me thus?
Cres.
Wisht my Lord? the gods grant? O my Lord.
Wisht my Lord? the gods grant? O my Lord.
Troy.
What should they grant? what makes this pretty
abruption: what too curious dreg espies my sweete
Lady in the fountaine of our loue?
What should they grant? what makes this pretty
abruption: what too curious dreg espies my sweete
Lady in the fountaine of our loue?
Cres. More
