Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cres. And then you would haue tarried. Harke, ther's one vp?
Pand. Pand.
Pand. within.
Pand. What's all the doores open here?
Troy. Troy.
Troy. It is your Vnckle.
Troy. Enter Pandarus.
Cres. Cres.
Cres. A pestilence on him: now will he be mocking:
Cres. I shall haue such a life.
Pan. Pan.
Pan. How now, how now? how goe maiden‑heads?
Pan. Heare you Maide: wher's my cozin Cressid?
Cres. Go hang your self, you naughty mocking Vnckle:
Cres. You bring me to doo⸺and then you floute me too.
Pan. To do what? to do what? let her say what:
Pan. What haue I brought you to doe?