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Reference: ¶5v - Tragedies, p. [10]

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Troylus and Cressida. Pan.

You spie, what doe you spie: come, giue me an

instrument now sweete Queene.

Hel.
[1530]

Why this is kindely done?

Pan.

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.

Pand.
[1535]
Hee? no, sheele none of him, they two are twaine.
Hel.

Falling in after falling out, may make them three.

Pan.

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

[1540]

hast a fine fore‑head.

Pan.

I you may, you may.

Hel. Let thy song be loue: this loue will vndoe vs al. Oh Cupid, Cupid, Cupid. Pan.

Loue? I that it shall yfaith.

Par.
[1545]
I, good now loue, loue, nothing but loue.
Pan. In good troth it begins so. Loue, loue, nothing but loue, still more: For O loues Bow, Shootes Bucke and Doe:
[1550]
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:
[1555]
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.

Par.

He eates nothing but doues loue, and that breeds

[1560]

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?

[1565]
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?
Hel.
[1570]
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? Par.

To a hayre.

Pan.

Farewell sweete Queene.

Hel.
[1575]

Commend me to your Neece.

Pan.

I will sweete Queene.

Sound a retreat. 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,
[1580]
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:
[1585]
Yea what he shall rcceiue of vs in duetie, Giues vs more palme in beautie then we haue: Yea ouershines our selfe. Sweete aboue thought I loue thee.
Exeunt.
[Act 3, Scene 2]

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Enter Pandarus and Troylus Man. Pan.

How now, where's thy Maister, at my Couzen

[1590]

Cressidas?

Man.

No sir, he stayes for you to conduct him thither.

Enter Troylus. Pan.

O here he comes: How now, how now?

Troy.

Sirra walke off.

Pan.

Haue you seene my Cousin?

Troy.
[1595]
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
[1600]
Propos'd for the deseruer. O gentle Pandarus, From Cupids shoulder plucke his painted wings, And flye with me to Cressid.
Pan. Walke here ith'Orchard, Ile bring her straight. Exit Pandarus. Troy. I am giddy; expectation whirles me round,
[1605]
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,
[1610]
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
[1615]
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

[1620]

new tane Sparrow.

Exit Pand. 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 vass lage at vnawares encountring
[1625]
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 a­

gaine, you must be watcht ere you be made tame, must

[1630]

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

[1635]

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.

Pan.
[1640]

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 where­

of the Parties interchangeably. Come in, come in, Ile go

get a fire?

Cres.
[1645]

Will you walke in my Lord?

Troy.

O Cressida how often haue I wisht me thus?

Cres.

Wisht my Lord? the gods grant? O my Lord.

Troy.

What should they grant? what makes this pret­

ty abruption: what too curious dreg espies my sweete La­

[1650]

dy in the fountaine of our loue?

Cres. More

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[Act 3, Scene 2] Enter Pandarus and Troylus Man. Pan.

How now, where's thy Maister, at my Couzen

[1590]

Cressidas?

Man.

No sir, he stayes for you to conduct him thither.

Enter Troylus. Pan.

O here he comes: How now, how now?

Troy.

Sirra walke off.

Pan.

Haue you seene my Cousin?

Troy.
[1595]
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
[1600]
Propos'd for the deseruer. O gentle Pandarus, From Cupids shoulder plucke his painted wings, And flye with me to Cressid.
Pan. Walke here ith'Orchard, Ile bring her straight. Exit Pandarus. Troy. I am giddy; expectation whirles me round,
[1605]
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,
[1610]
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
[1615]
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

[1620]

new tane Sparrow.

Exit Pand. 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 vass lage at vnawares encountring
[1625]
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 a­

gaine, you must be watcht ere you be made tame, must

[1630]

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

[1635]

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.

Pan.
[1640]

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 where­

of the Parties interchangeably. Come in, come in, Ile go

get a fire?

Cres.
[1645]

Will you walke in my Lord?

Troy.

O Cressida how often haue I wisht me thus?

Cres.

Wisht my Lord? the gods grant? O my Lord.

Troy.

What should they grant? what makes this pret­

ty abruption: what too curious dreg espies my sweete La­

[1650]

dy in the fountaine of our loue?

Cres. More dregs then water, if my teares haue eyes. Troy. Feares make diuels of Cherubins, they neuer see truely. Cres. Blinde feare, that seeing reason leads, findes safe footing, then blinde reason, stumbling without feare to feare the worst, oft cures the worse. Troy. Oh let my Lady apprehend no feare,
[1655]
In all Cupids Pageant there is presented no monster.
Cres. Not nothing monstrous neither? Troy.

Nothing but our vndertakings, when we vowe

to weepe seas, liue in fire, eate rockes, tame Tygers; think­

ing it harder for our Mistresse to deuise imposition

[1660]

inough, then for vs to vndergoe any difficultie imposed.

This is the monstruositie in loue Lady, that the will is in­

finite, and the execution confin'd; that the desire is bound­

lesse, and the act a slaue to limit.

Cres. They say all Louers sweare more performance then they are able, and yet reserue an ability that they neuer performe: vowing more then the perfection of ten; and discharging lesse then the tenth pan of one. They that haue the voyce of Lyons, and the act of Hares: are they not Monsters? Troy.
[1665]

Are there such? such are not we: Praise vs as we

are tasted, allow vs as we proue: our head shall goe bare

till merit crowne it: no perfection in reuersion shall haue

a praise in present: wee will not name desert before his

birth, and being borne his addition shall be humble: few

[1670]

words to faire faith. Troylus shall be such to Cressid, as

what enuie can say worst, shall be a mocke for his truth;

and what truth can speake truest, not truer then Troy­ lus .

Cres. Will you walke in my Lord? Enter Pandarus. Pan.
[1675]
What blushing still? haue you not done talking yet?
Cres. Well Vnckle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you. Pan.

I thanke you for that: if my Lord get a Boy of

you, youle giue him me: be true to my Lord, if he flinch,

chide me for it.

Tro.
[1680]

You know now your hostages: your Vnckles word

and my firme faith.

Pan.

Nay, Ile giue my word for her too: our kindred

though they be long ere they are wooed, they are con­

stant being wonne: they are Burres I can tell you, they'le

[1685]

sticke where they are throwne.

Cres.

Boldnesse comes to mee now, and brings mee

heart: Prince Troylus, I haue lou'd you night and day, for

many weary moneths.

Troy.

Why was my Cressid then so hard to win ?

Cres.
[1690]
Hard to seeme won: but I was won my Lord With the first glance; that euer pardon me, If I confesse much you will play the tyrant: I loue you now, but not till now so much But I might maister it; infaith I lye:
[1695]
My thoughts were like vnbrideled children grow Too head‑strong for their mother: see we fooles, Why haue I blab'd: who shall be true to vs When we are so vnsecret to our selues? But though I lou'd you well, I woed you not,
[1700]
And yet good faith I wisht my selfe a man; Or that we women had mens priuiledge Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue, For in this rapture I shall surely speake The thing I shall repent: see, see, your silence
[1705]
Comming in dumbnesse, from my weakenesse drawes My soule of counsell from me. Stop my mouth.
Troy. And shall, albeit sweete Musicke issues thence. Pan.

Pretty yfaith.

Cres. My Lord, I doe beseech you pardon me,
[1710]
'Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kisse: I am asham'd; O Heauens, what haue I done! For this time will I take my leaue my Lord.
Troy.

Your leaue sweete Cressid?

Pan.

Leaue: and you take leaue till to morrow mor­

[1715]

ning.

Cres.

Pray you content you.

Troy.

What offends you Lady?

Cres.

Sir, mine owne company.

Troy.

You cannot shun your selfe.

Cres.
[1720]
Let me goe and try: I, haue a kinde of selfe recides with you: But an vnkinde selfe, that it selfe will leaue, To be anothers foole. Where is my wit ? I would be gone: I speake I know not what.
Troy.
[1725]
Well know they what they speake, that speakes so wisely.
Cre. Perchance my Lord, I shew more craft then loue, And fell so roundly to a large confession, To Angle for your thoughts; but you are wise, Or else you loue not: for to be wise and loue,
[1730]
Exceedes mans might, that dwels with gods aboue.
Troy. O that I thought it could be in a woman: As if it can, I will presume in you, To feede for aye her lampe and flames of loue. To keepe her constancie in plight and youth,
[1735]
Out‑liuing beauties outward, with a minde That doth renew swifter then blood decaies: Or that perswasion could but thus conuince me, That my integritie and truth to you, Might be affronted with the match and waight
[1740]
Of such a winnowed puriritie puritie in loue: How were I then vp‑lifted! but alas, I am as true, as truths simplicitie, And simpler then the infancie of truth.
Cr s.

In that lle warre with you.

Troy.
[1745]
O vertuous fight, When right with right wars who shall be most right: True swaines in loue, shall in the world to come Approue their truths by Troylus, when their rimes, Full of protest, of oath and big compare;
[1750]
Wants similes, truth tir'd with iteration, As true as steele, as plantage to the Moone: As Sunne to day: as Turtle to her mate: As Iron to Adamant: as Ear h to th'Center: Yet after all comparisons of truth,
[1755]
(As truths authenticke author to be cited) As true as Troylus, shall crowne vp the Verse, And sanctifie the numbers.
Cres. Prophet may you be: If I be false, or swerue a haire from truth,
[1760]
When time is old and hath forgot it selfe: When water drops haue worne the stones of Troy; And blinde obliuion swallow'd Cities vp; And mightie States characterlesse are grated To dustie nothing; yet let memory,
[1765]
From false to false, among false Maids in loue, Vpbraid my falsehood, when they 'aue said as false, As Aire, as Water. as Winde, as sandie earth; As Foxe to Lambe; as Wolfe to Heifers Calfe; Pard to the Hinde, or Stepdame to her Sonne;
[1770]
Yea, let them say, to sticke the heart of falsehood, As false as Cressid.
Pand.

Go too, a bargaine made: seale it, seale it, Ile

be the witnesse here I hold you hand: here my Cousins,

if euer you proue false one to another, since I haue taken

[1775]

such paines to bring you together, let all pittifull goers

betweene be cal'd to the worlds end after my name: call

them all Panders; let all constant men be Troylusses, all

false women Cressids, and all brokers betweene, Panders:

say, Amen.

Troy.
[1780]

Amen.

Cres.

Amen.

Pan.

Amen.

Whereupon I will shew you a Chamber, which bed, be­

cause it shall not speake of your prettie encounters, presse

[1785]

it to death: away.

And Cupid grant all: tong‑tide Maidens heere, Bed, Chamber, and Pander, to prouide this geere.
Exeunt.
 

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      <speaker rend="italic">Cres.</speaker>
      <l n="1653">Blinde feare, that seeing reason leads, findes safe
      <lb/>footing, then blinde reason, stumbling without feare to
      <lb/>feare the worst, oft cures the worse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-tro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
      <l n="1654">Oh let my Lady apprehend no feare,</l>
      <l n="1655">In all<hi rend="italic">Cupids</hi>Pageant there is presented no monster.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-cre">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cres.</speaker>
      <l n="1656">Not nothing monstrous neither?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-tro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
      <p n="1657">Nothing but our vndertakings, when we vowe
      <lb n="1658"/>to weepe seas, liue in fire, eate rockes, tame Tygers; think­
      <lb n="1659"/>ing it harder for our Mistresse to deuise imposition
      <lb n="1660"/>inough, then for vs to vndergoe any difficultie imposed.
      <lb n="1661"/>This is the monstruositie in loue Lady, that the will is in­
      <lb n="1662"/>finite, and the execution confin'd; that the desire is bound­
      <lb n="1663"/>lesse, and the act a slaue to limit.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-cre">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cres.</speaker>
      <l n="1664">They say all Louers sweare more performance
      <lb/>then they are able, and yet reserue an ability that they
      <lb/>neuer performe: vowing more then the perfection of ten;
      <lb/>and discharging lesse then the tenth pan of one. They
      <lb/>that haue the voyce of Lyons, and the act of Hares: are
      <lb/>they not Monsters?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-tro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
      <p n="1665">Are there such? such are not we: Praise vs as we
      <lb n="1666"/>are tasted, allow vs as we proue: our head shall goe bare
      <lb n="1667"/>till merit crowne it: no perfection in reuersion shall haue
      <lb n="1668"/>a praise in present: wee will not name desert before his
      <lb n="1669"/>birth, and being borne his addition shall be humble: few
      <lb n="1670"/>words to faire faith.<hi rend="italic">Troylus</hi>shall be such to<hi rend="italic">Cressid</hi>, as
      <lb n="1671"/>what enuie can say worst, shall be a mocke for his truth;
      <lb n="1672"/>and what truth can speake truest, not truer then<hi rend="italic">Troy­
      <lb n="1673"/>lus</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-cre">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cres.</speaker>
      <l n="1674">Will you walke in my Lord?</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center">Enter Pandarus.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pan">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pan.</speaker>
      <l n="1675">What blushing still? haue you not done talking
      <lb/>yet?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-cre">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cres.</speaker>
      <l n="1676">Well Vnckle, what folly I commit, I dedicate
      <lb/>to you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pan">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pan.</speaker>
      <p n="1677">I thanke you for that: if my Lord get a Boy of
      <lb n="1678"/>you, youle giue him me: be true to my Lord, if he flinch,
      <lb n="1679"/>chide me for it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-tro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tro.</speaker>
      <p n="1680">You know now your hostages: your Vnckles word
      <lb n="1681"/>and my firme faith.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pan">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pan.</speaker>
      <p n="1682">Nay, Ile giue my word for her too: our kindred
      <lb n="1683"/>though they be long ere they are wooed, they are con­
      <lb n="1684"/>stant being wonne: they are Burres I can tell you, they'le
      <lb n="1685"/>sticke where they are throwne.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-cre">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cres.</speaker>
      <p n="1686">Boldnesse comes to mee now, and brings mee
      <lb n="1687"/>heart: Prince<hi rend="italic">Troylus</hi>, I haue lou'd you night and day, for
      <lb n="1688"/>many weary moneths.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-tro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
      <p n="1689">Why was my<hi rend="italic">Cressid</hi>then so hard to win<hi rend="italic">?</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-cre">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cres.</speaker>
      <l n="1690">Hard to seeme won: but I was won my Lord</l>
      <l n="1691">With the first glance; that euer pardon me,</l>
      <l n="1692">If I confesse much you will play the tyrant:</l>
      <l n="1693">I loue you now, but not till now so much</l>
      <l n="1694">But I might maister it; infaith I lye:</l>
      <l n="1695">My thoughts were like vnbrideled children grow</l>
      <l n="1696">Too head‑strong for their mother: see we fooles,</l>
      <l n="1697">Why haue I blab'd: who shall be true to vs</l>
      <l n="1698">When we are so vnsecret to our selues?</l>
      <l n="1699">But though I lou'd you well, I woed you not,</l>
      <l n="1700">And yet good faith I wisht my selfe a man;</l>
      <l n="1701">Or that we women had mens priuiledge</l>
      <l n="1702">Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,</l>
      <l n="1703">For in this rapture I shall surely speake</l>
      <l n="1704">The thing I shall repent: see, see, your silence</l>
      <l n="1705">Comming in dumbnesse, from my weakenesse drawes</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="1706">My soule of counsell from me. Stop my mouth.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-tro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
      <l n="1707">And shall, albeit sweete Musicke issues thence.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pan">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pan.</speaker>
      <p n="1708">Pretty yfaith.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-cre">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cres.</speaker>
      <l n="1709">My Lord, I doe beseech you pardon me,</l>
      <l n="1710">'Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kisse:</l>
      <l n="1711">I am asham'd; O Heauens, what haue I done!</l>
      <l n="1712">For this time will I take my leaue my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-tro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
      <p n="1713">Your leaue sweete<hi rend="italic">Cressid</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pan">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pan.</speaker>
      <p n="1714">Leaue: and you take leaue till to morrow mor­
      <lb n="1715"/>ning.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-cre">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cres.</speaker>
      <p n="1716">Pray you content you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-tro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
      <p n="1717">What offends you Lady?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-cre">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cres.</speaker>
      <p n="1718">Sir, mine owne company.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-tro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
      <p n="1719">You cannot shun your selfe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-cre">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cres.</speaker>
      <l n="1720">Let me goe and try:</l>
      <l n="1721">I, haue a kinde of selfe recides with you:</l>
      <l n="1722">But an vnkinde selfe, that it selfe will leaue,</l>
      <l n="1723">To be anothers foole. Where is my wit<hi rend="italic">?</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1724">I would be gone: I speake I know not what.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-tro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
      <l n="1725">Well know they what they speake, that speakes
      <lb/>so wisely.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-cre">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cre.</speaker>
      <l n="1726">Perchance my Lord, I shew more craft then loue,</l>
      <l n="1727">And fell so roundly to a large confession,</l>
      <l n="1728">To Angle for your thoughts; but you are wise,</l>
      <l n="1729">Or else you loue not: for to be wise and loue,</l>
      <l n="1730">Exceedes mans might, that dwels with gods aboue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-tro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
      <l n="1731">O that I thought it could be in a woman:</l>
      <l n="1732">As if it can, I will presume in you,</l>
      <l n="1733">To feede for aye her lampe and flames of loue.</l>
      <l n="1734">To keepe her constancie in plight and youth,</l>
      <l n="1735">Out‑liuing beauties outward, with a minde</l>
      <l n="1736">That doth renew swifter then blood decaies:</l>
      <l n="1737">Or that perswasion could but thus conuince me,</l>
      <l n="1738">That my integritie and truth to you,</l>
      <l n="1739">Might be affronted with the match and waight</l>
      <l n="1740">Of such a winnowed<choice>
            <orig>puriritie</orig>
            <corr>puritie</corr>
         </choice>in loue:</l>
      <l n="1741">How were I then vp‑lifted! but alas,</l>
      <l n="1742">I am as true, as truths simplicitie,</l>
      <l n="1743">And simpler then the infancie of truth.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-cre">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cr<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="absent"
              agent="uninkedType"
              resp="#LMC"/>s.</speaker>
      <p n="1744">In that lle warre with you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-tro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
      <l n="1745">O vertuous fight,</l>
      <l n="1746">When right with right wars who shall be most right:</l>
      <l n="1747">True swaines in loue, shall in the world to come</l>
      <l n="1748">Approue their truths by<hi rend="italic">Troylus</hi>, when their rimes,</l>
      <l n="1749">Full of protest, of oath and big compare;</l>
      <l n="1750">Wants similes, truth tir'd with iteration,</l>
      <l n="1751">As true as steele, as plantage to the Moone:</l>
      <l n="1752">As Sunne to day: as Turtle to her mate:</l>
      <l n="1753">As Iron to Adamant: as Ear<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="absent"
              agent="uninkedType"
              resp="#LMC"/>h to th'Center:</l>
      <l n="1754">Yet after all comparisons of truth,</l>
      <l n="1755">(As truths authenticke author to be cited)</l>
      <l n="1756">As true as<hi rend="italic">Troylus</hi>, shall crowne vp the Verse,</l>
      <l n="1757">And sanctifie the numbers.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-cre">
      <speaker>Cres.</speaker>
      <l n="1758">Prophet may you be:</l>
      <l n="1759">If I be false, or swerue a haire from truth,</l>
      <l n="1760">When time is old and hath forgot it selfe:</l>
      <l n="1761">When water drops haue worne the stones of<hi rend="italic">Troy</hi>;</l>
      <l n="1762">And blinde obliuion swallow'd Cities vp;</l>
      <l n="1763">And mightie States characterlesse are grated</l>
      <l n="1764">To dustie nothing; yet let memory,</l>
      <l n="1765">From false to false, among false Maids in loue,</l>
      <l n="1766">Vpbraid my falsehood, when they 'aue said as false,</l>
      <l n="1767">As Aire, as Water. as Winde, as sandie earth;</l>
      <l n="1768">As Foxe to Lambe; as Wolfe to Heifers Calfe;</l>
      <l n="1769">Pard to the Hinde, or Stepdame to her Sonne;</l>
      <l n="1770">Yea, let them say, to sticke the heart of falsehood,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0604-0.jpg"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="1771">As false as<hi rend="italic">Cressid</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pan">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pand.</speaker>
      <p n="1772">Go too, a bargaine made: seale it, seale it, Ile
      <lb n="1773"/>be the witnesse here I hold you hand: here my Cousins,
      <lb n="1774"/>if euer you proue false one to another, since I haue taken
      <lb n="1775"/>such paines to bring you together, let all pittifull goers
      <lb n="1776"/>betweene be cal'd to the worlds end after my name: call
      <lb n="1777"/>them all Panders; let all constant men be<hi rend="italic">Troylusses</hi>, all
      <lb n="1778"/>false women<hi rend="italic">Cressids</hi>, and all brokers betweene, Panders:
      <lb n="1779"/>say, Amen.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-tro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
      <p n="1780">Amen.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-cre">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cres.</speaker>
      <p n="1781">Amen.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pan">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pan.</speaker>
      <p n="1782">Amen.
      <lb n="1783"/>Whereupon I will shew you a Chamber, which bed, be­
      <lb n="1784"/>cause it shall not speake of your prettie encounters, presse
      <lb n="1785"/>it to death: away.</p>
      <l n="1786">And<hi rend="italic">Cupid</hi>grant all: tong‑tide Maidens heere,</l>
      <l n="1787">Bed, Chamber, and Pander, to prouide this geere.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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