Act IV, Scene 2

The same. Court of Pandarus’ house.

[Enter TROILUS and CRESSIDA]

• Troilus. Dear, trouble not yourself: the morn is cold.

• Cressida. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle down;
  He shall unbolt the gates.

• Troilus. Trouble him not;
  To bed, to bed: sleep kill those pretty eyes, 2290
  And give as soft attachment to thy senses
  As infants' empty of all thought!

• Cressida. Good morrow, then.

• Troilus. I prithee now, to bed.

• Cressida. Are you a-weary of me? 2295

• Troilus. O Cressida! but that the busy day,
  Waked by the lark, hath roused the ribald crows,
  And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer,
  I would not from thee.

• Cressida. Night hath been too brief. 2300

• Troilus. Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights she stays
  As tediously as hell, but flies the grasps of love
  With wings more momentary-swift than thought.
  You will catch cold, and curse me.

• Cressida. Prithee, tarry: 2305
  You men will never tarry.
  O foolish Cressid! I might have still held off,
  And then you would have tarried. Hark!
  there's one up.

• Pandarus. [Within] What, 's all the doors open here? 2310

• Troilus. It is your uncle.

• Cressida. A pestilence on him! now will he be mocking:
  I shall have such a life!

[Enter PANDARUS]

• Pandarus. How now, how now! how go maidenheads? Here, you 2315
  maid! where's my cousin Cressid?

• Cressida. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!
  You bring me to do, and then you flout me too.

• Pandarus. To do what? to do what? let her say
  what: what have I brought you to do? 2320

• Cressida. Come, come, beshrew your heart! you'll ne'er be good,
  Nor suffer others.

• Pandarus. Ha! ha! Alas, poor wretch! ah, poor capocchia!
  hast not slept to-night? would he not, a naughty
  man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him! 2325

• Cressida. Did not I tell you? Would he were knock'd i' the head!
  [Knocking within]
  Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see.
  My lord, come you again into my chamber:
  You smile and mock me, as if I meant naughtily. 2330

• Troilus. Ha, ha!

• Cressida. Come, you are deceived, I think of no such thing.
  [Knocking within]
  How earnestly they knock! Pray you, come in:
  I would not for half Troy have you seen here. 2335

[Exeunt TROILUS and CRESSIDA]

• Pandarus. Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat
  down the door? How now! what's the matter?

[Enter AENEAS]

• Aeneas. Good morrow, lord, good morrow. 2340

• Pandarus. Who's there? my Lord AEneas! By my troth,
  I knew you not: what news with you so early?

• Aeneas. Is not Prince Troilus here?

• Pandarus. Here! what should he do here?

• Aeneas. Come, he is here, my lord; do not deny him: 2345
  It doth import him much to speak with me.

• Pandarus. Is he here, say you? 'tis more than I know, I'll
  be sworn: for my own part, I came in late. What
  should he do here?

• Aeneas. Who!—nay, then: come, come, you'll do him wrong 2350
  ere you're ware: you'll be so true to him, to be
  false to him: do not you know of him, but yet go
  fetch him hither; go.

[Re-enter TROILUS]

• Troilus. How now! what's the matter? 2355

• Aeneas. My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you,
  My matter is so rash: there is at hand
  Paris your brother, and Deiphobus,
  The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor
  Deliver'd to us; and for him forthwith, 2360
  Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour,
  We must give up to Diomedes' hand
  The Lady Cressida.

• Troilus. Is it so concluded?

• Aeneas. By Priam and the general state of Troy: 2365
  They are at hand and ready to effect it.

• Troilus. How my achievements mock me!
  I will go meet them: and, my Lord AEneas,
  We met by chance; you did not find me here.

• Aeneas. Good, good, my lord; the secrets of nature 2370
  Have not more gift in taciturnity.

[Exeunt TROILUS and AENEAS]

• Pandarus. Is't possible? no sooner got but lost? The devil
  take Antenor! the young prince will go mad: a
  plague upon Antenor! I would they had broke 's neck! 2375

[Re-enter CRESSIDA]

• Cressida. How now! what's the matter? who was here?

• Pandarus. Ah, ah!

• Cressida. Why sigh you so profoundly? where's my lord? gone!
  Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter? 2380

• Pandarus. Would I were as deep under the earth as I am above!

• Cressida. O the gods! what's the matter?

• Pandarus. Prithee, get thee in: would thou hadst ne'er been
  born! I knew thou wouldst be his death. O, poor
  gentleman! A plague upon Antenor! 2385

• Cressida. Good uncle, I beseech you, on my knees! beseech you,
  what's the matter?

• Pandarus. Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be gone; thou
  art changed for Antenor: thou must to thy father,
  and be gone from Troilus: 'twill be his death; 2390
  'twill be his bane; he cannot bear it.

• Cressida. O you immortal gods! I will not go.

• Pandarus. Thou must.

• Cressida. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father;
  I know no touch of consanguinity; 2395
  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,
  Do to this body what extremes you can; 2400
  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,—

• Pandarus. Do, do.

• Cressida. Tear my bright hair and scratch my praised cheeks, 2405
  Crack my clear voice with sobs and break my heart
  With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy.

[Exeunt]