Where I will wallow in the Lilly Beds
Propos’d for the deserver. O gentle Pandarus,
From Cupid's Shoulder pluck his painted Wings.
And fly with me to Creffid.
Par. Walk here i'ch' Orchard, I'll bring her straight.

Exit Pandarusi
Troi. I am giddy; Expe&ation whirles me round,
Th' imaginary relish is so sweet,
That it enchants my Sepse; what will it be
When that the watry Palates taste indeed
Love's, thrice reputed Nedir? Death, I fear me;
Sounding Destru&ion, or some Joy too fine,
Too subtile, potent, and too sharp in sweetness,
For the Capacity of my ruder Powers;
I fear it much, and I do fear befides,
That I shall lose distin&ion in my Joys,
As doth a Battel when they charge on heaps
The Enemy dying.

Enter Pandarus. Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight; you must be witty now, she does so blush, and fetches her Wind so short, as if the were fraid with a Sprite: I'll fetch her; it is the prettiest Villain, she ferches her breath so short as a hew ta'en Sparrow,

[Exit Pan. Troi. Even such a passion doth embrace my Bofam:

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My Heart beates thicker than a feverous Pulse,
And all my Powers do their bestowing lose,
Like Vaffalage at unawares encountring
The Eye of Majefty.

Enter Pandarus and Crellida.
Pan. Çome, come, what need

? Shame's a Baby; here she is now, sinarthe Oaths now to her, that you have sworn to me. Whac, are you gone again, you must be watch'd e'er you be made fame, must you? Come your ways, come your ways, and you draw backward we'll put you i'th' Files: Why do you not speak to her? Come draw this Curtain, and let's see your Pi&ure. Alas the day, how loath you are to offend day-lights and 'twere dark you' close sooner. So, fo, rub on, and kiss the Mistress; how pow, a kiss in Fee-farm build there, Carpenter, the Air is sweet. Nay, you lhall fight your Hearts out c'er I part you. The

Faulcon,

you blush

Faulcon has the Tercel, for all the Ducks i'th'River: Goto;

go to.

a Fire.

Troi. You have bereft me of all Words, Lady.

Pan. Words pay no Debts, give her Deeds: But she'll be reave you o'th' Deeds too, if she call your A&ivity in question : What, billing again? here's in witness whereof the Parties interchangeably-Come in, come in, I'll go get

[Exit Pan. . Cre. Will you walk in, my Lord? Troi. O Creffida, how often haye I wisht me thus ? Cre. Wisht, my Lord ! the Gods grant;0.my

O, my Lord, Troi. What Would they grant; what makes this pretty abruption; what too curious Dreg espies my sweet Lady in the Fountain of our Love?

Cre. More Dregs than Water, if my Fears have Eyes,

Troi. Fears make Devils of Cherubins, they never see truly.

Cre. Blind fear, that seeing Reason leads, finds safer footing than blind Reason stumbling without fear; to fear the worst, oft cures the worse.

Troi. O let my Lady apprehend no fear,
In all Cupid's Pageant there is prefented no Monster.

Cre. Nor nothing monstrous neither ?

Troi. Nothing but their Undertakings, when we vow to weep Seas, live in Fire, eat Rocks, tame Tygers, thinking it harder for our Mistress to devise Imposition enough, than for us to undergo any Difficulty imposed. This is the monstros sity in Love, Lady, that the Witt is infinite, and the Execution confind; that the Defire is boundless, and the A& a Slave to limit.

Cre. They fay all Lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an Ability that they never perform: vowing more than the perfection of ten; and dir. charging less than the tenth part of one. They that have the Voice of Lions, and the act of Hares, are they not Monsters?

Troi. Are there such? such are not we: Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove: Our Head shall go bare, 'cill merit crown it; no Perfe&tion in reversion shalĩ have a Praise in present; we will not name Desert before his Birth, and being born, his addition shall be humble; few Words to

fair Faith. Troilus shall be such to Cressida, as what Envy can say worst, shall be a mock for his Truth; and what Truch can speak truest, not truer than Troilus. Cre. Will you walk in, my Lord 3 ?

Enter Pandarus. Pan. What, blushing still have you not done talking yet?

Cre. Well, Uncle, what folly I commir, I dedicate to you.

Pan. I thank you for that; if my Lord get a Boy of you, you'll give him me; be true to my Lord, if he flinch, chide me for it.

Troi. You know now your Hostages; your Uncle's Word and my firm Faith.

Pan. Nay, I'll give my Word for her too; our Kindred, though they be long e'er they are woo'd, they are constant being won: They are Burs, I can tell you, they'll stick where they are thrown.

Cre. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me Heart:
Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you Night and Day,
For many weary Months.

Troi. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win?

Cre. Hard to seem won: But I was won, my Lord,
With the first glance that ever-Pardon me
If I confess much, you will play the Tyrant:
I love you now, but not 'till now, so much
But I might master itin faith I lyers
My thoughts were like unbridled Children, grown
Too head-strong for their Mother; see we Fools, ,
Why have I blabbids who Mall be true to us
When we are so unsecret to our felves?
But though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not,
And yet good faith I wifht my self a Man:
Or that the Women had Mens privilege
Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my Tongue,
Fór in this Rapture I shall surely speak
The thing I thall repent; see, your filence
Coming in dumbness, for my weakness draws
My Soul of Counsel from me. Stop my Mouth.
Troi

. And shall, albeit sweet Musick issues thence. [Kissing. Pan. Pretty, i' faith.

Cre.

Cre. My Lord, I do beseech you pardon me ;
'Twas not my purpose thus to beg a Kiss :
I am asham'd ; - O Heav'ns, what have I done!

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For this time will I take my leave, my Lord.

Troi. Your leave, sweet Cressid?

Pan. Leave ! and you take leave 'till to Morrow Morning

Cre. Pray you, content you.
Troi, What offends you, Lady?
Cre, Sir, mine own Company.
Troi. You cannot fhun your self.

Cre. Let me go and try:
I have a kind of self refides with you:
But an unkind self, that it felf will leave,
To be another's Fool. Where is my Wit?
I would be gone: I speak I know not what.

Troi. Well know they what they speak, that speak a wisely.

Cre. Perchance, my Lord, I shew more Craft than Love,
And fell so roundly to a large Confession,
To angle for your Thoughts : But you are wise.
Or else you love not ; for to be wise and love,
Exceeds Man's might, and dwells with Gods above.

Troi. O that I thought it could be in a Woman;
And if it can, I will presume in you,
To feed for ay her lamp and Aames of Love,
To keep her Constancy in plight and youth,
Out-living Beauties outward, with a Mind
That doth renew swifter than Blood decays.
Or that Perswalion could but thus convince me,
That my integrity and truth to you,
Might be affronted with the match and weight
Of such a winnowed purity in Love:
How were I then up-lifted ! But alas,
I am as true as Truth's Simplicity,
And simpler than the Infancy of Truth.

Cre. In that I'll war with you.
Troi. O virtuous Fight,
When right with right wars, who should be most right?
True Swains in Love, shall in the World to come
Approve their truths by Troilus ; when their Rhimes,
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Full of protest, of oath, and big compare,
Want fimilies : Truth tired with Iteration,
As true as Steel, as Plantage to the Moon,
As Sun to Day, as Turtle to her Mate,
As Iron to Adamant, as Earth to th'Center :
Yet after all comparisons of truth,
(As Truth's Authentick Author to be cited)
As true as Troilus, shall crown up the Verse,
And fan&tifie the Numbers.

Cre. Prophet may you be :
If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,
When time is old and hath forgot it self,
When Water-drops have worn the Stones of Troy,
And blind Oblivion swallow'd Cities up,
And mighty States chara&erless are grated
To dusty nothing; yet let Memory,
From false to falle, among false Maids in love,
Upbraid my Falsehood; when they've said as false
As Air, as Water, as Wind, as sandy Earth;
As Fox to Lamb, as Wolf to Heifer's Calf;
Pard to the Hind, or Step-dame to her Son;
Yea, let them say, to stick the Heart of Falsehood,
As false as Cressid.

Pan. Go to, a Bargain made : Seal it, seal it, I'll be the Witness. Here I hold your Hand; here my Cousin's ; jf

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if ever you prove false to one another, since I have taken fuch Pains to bring you together, let all pitiful Goers-between, be call'd, to the World's end, after my Name : Çall them all Panders ; let all constant Men be Troilusses, all falle Women Cressida's, and all Brokers between, Panders ; say, Amen.

Troi. Amen,
Cre. Amen,

Pan. Amen.
Whereupon I will shew you a Chamber, which Bed, be-
cause it shall not speak of your pretty encounters, press-it to
Death : Away.
And Cupid grant all Tongue-ty'd Maidens here,
Bed, Chamber, and Pander, to provide this geer.

(Exeunt.

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