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Reference: 2¶2v - Tragedies, p. [16]

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Troylus and Cressida. Cres.

Good Vnckle beseech you, on my knees, I be­

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seech 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.

 Cres.
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O you immortall gods! I will not goe.

 Pan.

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,
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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,
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Is as the very Center of the earth, Drawing all things to it. I will goe in and weepe. Pan.

Doe, doe.

 Cres. Teare my bright heire, and scratch my praised cheekes, Cracke my cleere voyce with sobs, and breake my heart
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With sounding Troylus. I will not goe from Troy. Exeunt.
[Act 4, Scene 3] Enter Paris, Troylus, Æneas, Deiphebus, An­ thenor and Diomedes. Par. It is great morning, and the houre prefixt Of her deliuerie to this valiant Greeke Comes fast vpon: good my brother Troylus, Tell you the Lady what she is to doe,
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And hast her to the purpose. Troy. Walke into her house: Ile bring her to the Grecian presently; And to his hand, when I deliuer her, Thinke it an Altar, and thy brother Troylus
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A Priest, there offring to it his heart. Par. I know what 'tis to loue, And would, as I shall pittie, I could helpe. Please you walke in, my Lords. Exeunt.
[Act 4, Scene 4] Enter Pandarus and Cressid. Pan.

Be moderate, be moderate.

 Cres.
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Why tell you me of moderation? The griefe is fine, full perfect that I taste, And no lesse in a sense as strong As that which causeth it. How can I moderate it? If I could temporise with my affection,
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Or brew it to a weake arid colder pallat, The like alaiment could I giue my griefe: My loue admits no qualifying crosse; Enter Troylus. No more my griefe, in such a precious losse. Pan.

Here, here, here, he comes, a sweet ducke.

 Cres.
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O Troylus, Troylus!

Pan.

What a paire of spectacles is here? let me em­

brace too: oh hart, as the goodly saying is; O heart, hea­

uie heart, why sighest thou without breaking? where he

answers againe; because thou canst not ease thy smart by

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friendship, nor by speaking: there was neuer a truer rime;

let vs cast away nothing, for we may liue to haue neede

of such a Verse: We see it, we see it: how now Lambs?

Troy. Cressid: I loue thee in so strange a puritie; That the blest gods, as angry with my fancie,
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More bright in zeale, then the deuotion which Cold lips blow to their Deities: take thee from me. Cres.

Haue the gods enuie?

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Pan.

I, I, I, I, 'tis too plaine a case.

 Cres. And is it true, that I must goe; from Troy? Troy.
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A hatefull truth.

 Cres.

What, and from Troylus too?

Troy.

From Troy, and Troylus.

Cres.

Ist possible?

 Troy. And sodainely, where iniurie of chance
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Puts backe leaue‑taking, iustles roughly by All time of pause; rudely beguiles our lips Of all reioyndure: forcibly preuents Our lockt embrasures; strangles our deare vowes, Euen in the birth of our owne laboring breath.
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We two, that with so many thousand sighes Did buy each other, must poorely sell our selues, With the rude breuitie and discharge of our Iniurious time; now with a robbers haste Crams his rich theeuerie vp, he knowes not how.
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As many farwels as be stars in heauen, With distinct breath, and consign'd kisses to them, He fumbles vp into a loose adiew; And scants vs with a single famisht kisse, Distasting with the salt of broken teares. Enter Æneas. Æneas. within.
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My Lord, is the Lady ready?

 Troy. Harke, you are call'd: some say the genius so Cries, come to him that instantly must dye. Bid them haue patience: she shall come anon. Pan.

Where are my teares? raine, to lay this winde,

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or my heart will be blowne vp by the root.

Cres.

I must then to the Grecians?

 Troy.

No remedy.

 Cres.

A wofull Cressid mong'st the merry Greekes.

Conventionally this speech is given to Cressida. Troy.

When shall we see againe?

 Troy.
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Here me my loue: be thou but true of heart. Cres. I true? how now? what wicked deeme is this? Troy. Nay, we must vse expostulation kindely, For it is parting from vs: I speake not, be thou true, as fearing thee:
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For I will throw my Gloue to death himselfe, That there's no maculation in thy heart: But be thou true, say I, to fashion in My sequent protestation: be thou true, And I will see thee. Cres.
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O you shall be expos'd, my Lord to dangers As infinite, as imminent: but Ile be true. Troy. And Ile grow friend with danger; Weare this Sleeue. Cres. And you this Gloue.
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When shall I see you? Troy. I will corrupt the Grecian Centinels, To giue thee nightly visitation. But yet be true. Cres.

O heauens: be true againe?

 Troy.
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Heare why I speake it; Loue: The Grecian youths are full of qualitie, Their louing well compos'd, with guist of nature, Flawing and swelling ore with Arts and exercise: How nouelties may moue, and parts with person.
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Alas, a kinde of godly iealousie; Which I beseech you call a vertuous sinne: Makes me affraid. Cres.

O heauens, you loue me not!

 Troy. Dye I a villaine then:
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In this I doe not call your faith in question So mainely as my merit: I cannot sing, Nor heele the high Lauolt; nor sweeten talke; Nor play at subtill games; faire vertues all; To

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[Act 4, Scene 3] Enter Paris, Troylus, Æneas, Deiphebus, An­ thenor and Diomedes. Par. It is great morning, and the houre prefixt Of her deliuerie to this valiant Greeke Comes fast vpon: good my brother Troylus, Tell you the Lady what she is to doe,
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And hast her to the purpose. Troy. Walke into her house: Ile bring her to the Grecian presently; And to his hand, when I deliuer her, Thinke it an Altar, and thy brother Troylus
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A Priest, there offring to it his heart. Par. I know what 'tis to loue, And would, as I shall pittie, I could helpe. Please you walke in, my Lords. Exeunt.
 

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