Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Par. Please you walke in, my Lords.
Par. Exeunt.
Par. [Act 4, Scene 4]
Par. Enter Pandarus and Cressid.
Pan. Pan.
Pan. Be moderate, be moderate.
Cres. Cres.
Cres. Why tell you me of moderation?
Cres. The griefe is fine, full perfect that I taste,
Cres. And no lesse in a sense as strong
Cres. As that which causeth it. How can I moderate it?
Cres. If I could temporise with my affection,
Cres. Or brew it to a weake arid colder pallat,
Cres. The like alaiment could I giue my griefe:
Cres. My loue admits no qualifying crosse; Enter Troylus.
Cres. Enter Troylus.
Cres. No more my griefe, in such a precious losse.
Pan. Here, here, here, he comes, a sweet ducke.