Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedy of Troylus and Cressida/Act 4 Scene 2
Enter Troylus and Cressida.
Troy.
Deere trouble not your selfe: the morne is cold.
Deere trouble not your selfe: the morne is cold.
Cres.
Then sweet my Lord, Ile call mine Vnckle down;
He shall vnbolt the Gates.
Then sweet my Lord, Ile call mine Vnckle down;
He shall vnbolt the Gates.
Troy.
Trouble him not:
To bed, to bed: sleepe kill those pritty eyes,
And giue as soft attachment to thy sences,
As Infants empty of all thought.
Trouble him not:
To bed, to bed: sleepe kill those pritty eyes,
And giue as soft attachment to thy sences,
As Infants empty of all thought.
Cres.
Good morrow then.
Good morrow then.
Troy.
I prithee now to bed.
I prithee now to bed.
Cres.
Are you a weary of me?
Are you a weary of me?
Troy.
O Cressida! but that the busie day
Wak't by the Larke, hath rouz'd the ribauld Crowes,
And dreaming night will hide our eyes no longer:
I would not from thee.
O Cressida! but that the busie day
Wak't by the Larke, hath rouz'd the ribauld Crowes,
And dreaming night will hide our eyes no longer:
I would not from thee.
Cres.
Night hath beene too briefe.
Night hath beene too briefe.
Troy.
Beshrew the witch! with venemous wights she stayes,
As hidiously as hell; but flies the graspes of loue,
With wings more momentary, swift then thought:
You will catch cold, and curse me.
Beshrew the witch! with venemous wights she stayes,
As hidiously as hell; but flies the graspes of loue,
With wings more momentary, swift then thought:
You will catch cold, and curse me.
Cres.
Prithee tarry, you men will neuer tarry;
O foolish Cressid, I might haue still held off,
And then you would haue tarried. Harke, ther's one vp?
Prithee tarry, you men will neuer tarry;
O foolish Cressid, I might haue still held off,
And then you would haue tarried. Harke, ther's one vp?
Pand. within.
What's all the doores open here?
What's all the doores open here?
Troy.
It is your Vnckle.
It is your Vnckle.
Enter Pandarus.
Cres.
A pestilence on him: now will he be mocking:
I shall haue such a life.
A pestilence on him: now will he be mocking:
I shall haue such a life.
Pan.
How now, how now? how goe maiden-heads?
Heare you Maide: wher's my cozin Cressid?
How now, how now? how goe maiden-heads?
Heare you Maide: wher's my cozin Cressid?
Cres.
Go hang your self, you naughty mocking Vnckle:
You bring me to doo———and then you floute me too.
Go hang your self, you naughty mocking Vnckle:
You bring me to doo———and then you floute me too.
Pan.
To do what? to do what? let her say what:
What haue I brought you to doe?
To do what? to do what? let her say what:
What haue I brought you to doe?
Cres.
Come, come, beshrew your heart: youle nere be
good, nor suffer others.
Come, come, beshrew your heart: youle nere be
good, nor suffer others.
Pan.
Ha, ha: alas poore wretch: a poore Chipochia, hast
not slept to night? would he not (a naughty man) let it
One knockssleepe: a bug-beare take him.
Ha, ha: alas poore wretch: a poore Chipochia, hast
not slept to night? would he not (a naughty man) let it
One knockssleepe: a bug-beare take him.
Cres.
Did not I tell you? would he were knockt ith' head.
Who's that at doore? good Vnckle goe and see.
My Lord, come you againe into my Chamber:
You smile and mocke me, as if I meant naughtily.
Did not I tell you? would he were knockt ith' head.
Who's that at doore? good Vnckle goe and see.
My Lord, come you againe into my Chamber:
You smile and mocke me, as if I meant naughtily.
Troy.
Ha, ha.
Ha, ha.
Cre.
Come you are deceiu'd, I thinke of no such thing.
Knocke.How earnestly they knocke: pray you come in.
Exeunt.I would not for halfe Troy haue you seene here.
Come you are deceiu'd, I thinke of no such thing.
Knocke.How earnestly they knocke: pray you come in.
Exeunt.I would not for halfe Troy haue you seene here.
Pan.
Who's there? what's the matter? will you beate
downe the doore? How now, what's the matter?
Who's there? what's the matter? will you beate
downe the doore? How now, what's the matter?
Æne.
Good morrow Lord, good morrow.
Good morrow Lord, good morrow.
Pan.
Who's there my Lord Æneas? by my troth I
knew you not: what newes with you so early?
Who's there my Lord Æneas? by my troth I
knew you not: what newes with you so early?
Æne.
Is not Prince Troylus here?
Is not Prince Troylus here?
Pan.
Here? what should he doe here?
Here? what should he doe here?
Æne.
Come he is here, my Lord, doe not deny him:
It doth import him much to speake with me.
Come he is here, my Lord, doe not deny him:
It doth import him much to speake with me.
Pan.
Is he here say you? 'tis more then I know, Ile be
sworne: For my owne part I came in late: what should
he doe here?
Is he here say you? 'tis more then I know, Ile be
sworne: For my owne part I came in late: what should
he doe here?
Æne.
Who, nay then: Come, come, youle doe him
wrong, ere y'are ware: youle be so true to him, to be
false to him: Doe not you know of him, but yet goe fetch
him hither, goe.
Who, nay then: Come, come, youle doe him
wrong, ere y'are ware: youle be so true to him, to be
false to him: Doe not you know of him, but yet goe fetch
him hither, goe.
Enter Troylus.
Troy.
How now, what's the matter?
How now, what's the matter?
Æne.
My Lord, I scarce haue leisure to salute you,
My matter is so rash: there is at hand,
Paris your brother, and Deiphœbus,
The Grecian Diomed, and our Anthenor
Deliuer'd to vs, and for him forth-with,
Ere the first sacrifice, within this houre.
We must giue vp to Diomeds hand
The Lady Cressida.
My Lord, I scarce haue leisure to salute you,
My matter is so rash: there is at hand,
Paris your brother, and Deiphœbus,
The Grecian Diomed, and our Anthenor
Deliuer'd to vs, and for him forth-with,
Ere the first sacrifice, within this houre.
We must giue vp to Diomeds hand
The Lady Cressida.
Troy.
is it concluded so?
is it concluded so?
Æne.
By Priam, the generall state of Troy.
They are at hand ready to effect it.
By Priam, the generall state of Troy.
They are at hand ready to effect it.
Troy.
How my atchieuements mocke me;
I will goe meete them: and my Lord Æneas
We met by chance; you did not finde me here.
How my atchieuements mocke me;
I will goe meete them: and my Lord Æneas
We met by chance; you did not finde me here.
Æn.
Good, good, my Lord, the secrets of nature
Exeunt.Haue not more gift in taciturnitie.
Good, good, my Lord, the secrets of nature
Exeunt.Haue not more gift in taciturnitie.
Enter Pandarus and Cressid.
Pan.
Is't possible? no sooner got but lost: the diuell
take Anthenor; the yong Prince will goe mad: a plague
vpon Anthenor; I would they had brok's necke.
Is't possible? no sooner got but lost: the diuell
take Anthenor; the yong Prince will goe mad: a plague
vpon Anthenor; I would they had brok's necke.
Cres.
How now? what's the matter? who was here?
How now? what's the matter? who was here?
Pan.
Ah, ha!
Ah, ha!
Cres.
Why sigh you so profoundly? wher's my Lord?
gone? tell me sweet Vnckle, what's the matter?
Why sigh you so profoundly? wher's my Lord?
gone? tell me sweet Vnckle, what's the matter?
Pan.
Would I were as deepe vnder the earth as I am aboue.
Would I were as deepe vnder the earth as I am aboue.
Cres.
O the gods! what's the matter?
O the gods! what's the matter?
Pan.
Prythee get thee in: would thou had'st nere been
borne; I knew thou would'st be his death. O poore?
Gentleman: a plague vpon Anthenor.
Prythee get thee in: would thou had'st nere been
borne; I knew thou would'st be his death. O poore?
Gentleman: a plague vpon Anthenor.
Cres.
Good Vnckle beseech you, on my knees, I beseech
you what's the matter?
Good Vnckle beseech you, on my knees, I beseech
you what's the matter?
Pan.
Thou must be gone wench, thou must be gone;
thou art chang'd for Anthenor: thou must to thy Father,
and be gone from Troylus: 'twill be his death: 'twill be
his baine, he cannot beare it.
Thou must be gone wench, thou must be gone;
thou art chang'd for Anthenor: thou must to thy Father,
and be gone from Troylus: 'twill be his death: 'twill be
his baine, he cannot beare it.
Cres.
O you immortall gods! I will not goe.
O you immortall gods! I will not goe.
Pan.
Thou must.
Thou must.
Cres.
I will not Vnckle: I haue forgot my Father:
I know no touch of consanguinitie:
No kin, no loue, no bloud, no soule, so neere me,
As the sweet Troylus: O you gods diuine!
Make Cressids name the very crowne of falsehood!
If euer she leaue Troylus: time, orce and death,
Do to this body what extremitie you can;
But the strong base and building of my loue,
Is as the very Center of the earth,
Drawing all things to it. I will goe in and weepe.
I will not Vnckle: I haue forgot my Father:
I know no touch of consanguinitie:
No kin, no loue, no bloud, no soule, so neere me,
As the sweet Troylus: O you gods diuine!
Make Cressids name the very crowne of falsehood!
If euer she leaue Troylus: time, orce and death,
Do to this body what extremitie you can;
But the strong base and building of my loue,
Is as the very Center of the earth,
Drawing all things to it. I will goe in and weepe.
Pan.
Doe, doe.
Doe, doe.
Cres.
Teare my bright heire, and scratch my praised cheekes,
Cracke my cleere voyce with sobs, and breake my heart
Exeunt.With sounding Troylus. I will not goe from Troy.
Teare my bright heire, and scratch my praised cheekes,
Cracke my cleere voyce with sobs, and breake my heart
Exeunt.With sounding Troylus. I will not goe from Troy.