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,
My matter is so harfh: there is at hand
Paris your brother, and Deiphobus,
The Grecian Diomede, and our Antenor
Deliver❜d to us, and for him forthwith,
Ere the first facrifice, within this hour,
We must give up to Diomedes' hand
The lady Creffida.

Troi. Is it concluded fo?

Ene. By Priam, and the general state of Troy.
They are at hand, and ready to effect it.

Troi. How my atchievements mock me!
I will go meet them; and (my lord Æneas)
We met by chance, you did not find me here.

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.

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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.
I. know no touch of Confanguinity:

No kin, no love, no blood, no foul fo near me,
As the fweet Troilus. O you gods divine!
Make Creffid's name the very crown of falshood,
If ever the leave Troilus. Time and death,
Do to this body what extreams you can;

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,
Tell you the lady what she is to do,
And hafte her to the purpose.

Troi. Walk into her house:
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 heart.
Par. I know what 'tis to love,

And would, as I fhall pity, I could help.
Please you walk in, my lords.

SCENE VI.

Enter Pandarus and Creffida.

Pan. Be moderate, be moderate.
Cre. Why tell you me of moderation?
The grief is fine, full, perfect that I taste,
And in its sense is no lefs ftrong, than that
Which causeth it. How can I moderate it?
If I could temporize with my affection,
Or brew it to a weak and colder palate,
The like allayment could I give my grief;
My love admits no qualifying' dross.

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?
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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;
That the blest gods, as angry with my fancy,
(More bright in zeal than the devotion which
Cold lips blow to their deities) take thee from me.
Cre. Have the gods envy?

Pan. Ay, ay, 'tis too plain a case.

Cre. And is it true, that I must go from Troy?
Troi. A hateful truth.

Cre. What, and from Troilus too?

Troi. From Troy, and Troilus.
Cre. Is it poffible?

Troi. And fuddenly: while injury of chance
Puts back leave-taking, juftles roughly by
All time of pause, rudely beguiles our lips
Of all rejoyndure, forcibly prevents
Our lock'd embraces, ftrangles our dear vows,
Ev'n in the birth of our own labouring breath.
We two, that with so many thousand fighs
Each other bought, must poorly fell our felves
With the rude brevity and discharge of one.
Injurious Time, now with a robber's haste,
Crams his rich thiev'ry up, he knows not how.
As many farewels as be stars in heaven,

With diftinct breath and confign'd kisses to them,
He fumbles up all in one loose adieu;
And scants us with a single famish'd kiss,
Diftafted with the falt of broken tears.

·Æneas

Eneas within.] My lord, is the lady ready?
Troi. Hark, you are call'd. Some fay, the Genius fo
Cries, come, to him that inftantly muft die.

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?
Troi. Nay, we must use expoftulation kindly,

For it is parting from us: ---

I speak not, be thou true, as fearing thee:
For I will throw my glove to Death himself,
That there's no maculation in thy heart;
But be thou true, fay I, to fashion in
My fequent protestation: be thou true,
And I will fee 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,
They're loving, well compos'd, with gift of nature
Flowing, and swelling o'er with arts and exercise;
How novelties may move, and parts with person--
Alas, a kind of godly jealousie

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