wrong, ere y'are aware: you'll be fo true to him, to be false to him: do not you know of him, but yet go fetch him hither, go. Enter Troilus. Troi. How now? what's the matter? Ene. My lord, I fcarce have leisure to falute you, Troi. Is it concluded fo? Ene. By Priam, and the general state of Troy. Troi. How my atchievements mock me! Ene. Good, good, my lord; the secrets of neighbour Pandar Have not more gift in taciturnity. SCENE IV. Enter Pandarus and Creffida. [Exeunt. Pan. Is't poffible? no fooner got, but loft: the devil take An. tenor; the young prince will go mad: a plague upon Antenor; I would they had broke's neck. Cre. How now? what's the matter? who was here? Pan. Ah, ah!- Cre. Why figh you so profoundly? where's my lord? gone! tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter? Pan. Would I were as deep under the earth, as I am above. x nature. Cre. Cre. O the gods! what's the matter? Pan. Pr'ythee get thee in; would thou had'ft ne'er been born: I knew thou would't be his death. O poor gentleman! a plague. upon Antenor Cre. Good uncle, I 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 Antenor; thou must go to thy father, and be gone from Troilus: 'twill be his death; 'twill be his bane; he cannot bear it. Cre. O you immortal gods! I will not go. Pan. Thou must. Cre. I will not, uncle: I've forgot my father. No kin, no love, no blood, no foul fo near me, But the strong base and building of my love Is, as the very centre of the earth, Drawing all to it. I'll go in and weep. Pan. Do, do. Cre. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised cheeks, Crack my clear voice with fobs, and break my heart With founding Troilus. I'll not go from Troy. [Exeunt. Enter Paris, Troilus, Eneas, Deiphobus, Antenor, and Diomedes. Par. It is great morning, and the hour prefixt Of her delivery to this valiant Greek Comes Comes fast upon us: good my brother Troilus, Troi. Walk into her house: And would, as I fhall pity, I could help. SCENE VI. Enter Pandarus and Creffida. Pan. Be moderate, be moderate. Enter Troilus. No more my grief, in such a precious loss. Pan. Here, here, here he comes, ---- a sweet duck. Cre. O Troilus, Troilus! [Exeunt. Pan. What a pair of fpectacles is here! let me embrace too: Oh heart, (as the goodly faying is;) O heart, O heavy heart, Why fight thou without breaking? VOL. VI. where where he answers again; Because thou can't not eafe thy smart, By friendship, nor by Speaking. There was never a truer rhyme. Let us caft away nothing, for we may live to have need of fuch a verfe; we fee it, we fee it. How now, lambs? Troi. Creffid, I love thee in fo ftrange a purity; Pan. Ay, ay, 'tis too plain a case. Cre. And is it true, that I must go from Troy? Cre. What, and from Troilus too? Troi. From Troy, and Troilus. Troi. And fuddenly: while injury of chance With diftinct breath and confign'd kisses to them, ·Æneas Eneas within.] My lord, is the lady ready? Bid them have patience; fhe fhall come anon. Pan. Where are my tears? rain, to lay this wind, or my heart will be blown up by the root. Cre. I must then to the Grecians? Troi. No remedy. When fhall we see again? Hear me, my love; be thou but true of heart Cre. I true? how now? what wicked deem is this? For it is parting from us: --- I speak not, be thou true, as fearing thee: Cre. O you shall be expos'd, my lord, to dangers As infinite, as imminent: but I'll be true. Troi. And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear this fleeve. Cre. And you this glove. When shall I see you? Troi. I will corrupt the Grecian centinels To give thee nightly visitation. But yet be true. Cre. O heav'ns! be true again? Troi. Hear while I speak it, love; The Grecian youths are full of subtle qualities, L 2 (Which |