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Pan. Is this the Generation of Love? Hot Blood, hot Thoughts, and hot Deeds? why they are Vipers, Is Love a Generation of Vipers?

Sweet Lord, who's afield to Day?

Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Anthener, and all the gallantry of Troy. I would fain have arm'd to Day, but my Nell would not have it fo.

How chance my Brother Troilus went not?

Helen. He hangs the Lip at fomething; you know all, Lord Pandarus.

Pan. Not I, hony fweet Queen: I long to hear how they fped to Day:

You'll remember

your

Brother's excufe?

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Pan. I will, fweet Queen.

[Exit.

Sound a Retreat.

Par. They're come from Field; let us to Priam's Hall,
To greet the Warriors. Sweet Helen, I muft woo you,
To help unarm our Hector: His ftubborn Buckles,
With thefe your white enchanting Fingers toucht,
Shall more obey, than to the edge of Steel,
Or force of Greekish Sinews, you shall do more
Than all the Ifland Kings, difarm great Hector.

Helen. 'Twill make us proud to be your Servant, Paris: Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty,

Gives us more palm in Beauty than we have:

Yea, over-fhines our felf.

Sweet, above thought, I love thee.

Enter Pandarus, and Troilus's Man.

[Exeunt.

Pan. How now, where's thy Mafter, at my Coufin Cref fida's?

Ser. No, Sir, he ftays for you to conduct him thither.

Enter Troilus.

Pan. O, here he comes; How now, how now?

Troi. Sirrah, walk off.

Pan. Have you feen my Coufin?

Troi. No, Pandarus: Iftalk about her Door Like a strange Soul upon the Stygian Banks

Staying for waftage. O be thou

O be thou my Charon,

And give me fwift tranfportance

thofe Fields,

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Where

Where I will wallow in the Lilly Beds
Propos'd for the deferver. O gentle Pandarus,
From Cupid's Shoulder pluck his painted Wings,
And fly with me to Creffid.

Pan. Walk here i'th' Orchard, I'll bring her ftraight.
[Exit Pandarusa
Troi. I am giddy; Expectation whirles me round,
Th'imaginary relish is fo fweet,

That it enchants my Senfe; what will it be
When that the watry Palates tafte indeed
Love's thrice reputed Nectar? Death, I fear me;
Sounding Destruction, or fome Joy too fine,
Too fubtile, potent, and too fharp in sweetness,
For the Capacity of my ruder Powers;

I fear it much, and I do fear befides,
That I fhall lofe diftin&tion in my Joys,
As doth a Battel when they charge on heaps
The Enemy flying.

Enter Pandarus.

Pan. She's making her ready, he'll come straight; you must be witty now, he does fo blufh, and ferches her Wind fo fhort, as if he were fraid with a Sprite: I'll fetch her; it is the prettiest Villain, the fetches her breath fo fhort as a new ta'en Sparrow. [Exit Pani Troi. Even fuch a Paffion doth embrace my Bofom: My Heart beats thicker than a feverous Pulle, And all my Powers do their beftowing lofe,

Like Vaffalage at unawares encountring

The Eye of Majesty.

Enter Pandarus and Creffida:

Pan. Come, come, what need you blush? Shame's a Baby; here she is now, fwear the Oaths now to her that you have fworn to me. What, are you gone again, you must be watch'd e'er you be made tame, muft 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 fee your Picture. Alas the day, how loath you are to offend day-light? and 'twere dark you'd close fooner. So, fo, rub on, and kifs the Miftrefs; how now, a kifs in Fee-farm? build there, Carpenter, the Air is fweet. Nay, you shall fight your Hearts out e'er I part you. The Faulcon,

Faulcon has the Tercel, for all the Ducks i'th' River: Go to, go to.

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

Pan. Words pay no Debts, give her Deeds: But he'll be reave you o'th' Deeds too, if the call your Activity in que ftion: What, billing again? here's in witness whereof the Parties interchangeably-Come in, come in, I'll go get a Fire. [Exit Pan.

Cre. Will you walk in, my Lord ?

Troil. O Creffida, how often have I wifht me thus? Cue. Wisht, my Lord! the Gods grant;-O, my Lord. Troi. What should they grant; what makes this pretty abruption; what too curious Dreg efpies my fweet Lady in the Fountain of our Love?

Cre. More Dregs than Water, if my Tears have Eyes. Troi. Fears make Devils of Cherubins, they never fee truly.

Cre. Blind fear, that feeing Reafon leads, finds fafer footing than blind Reafon ftumbling without fear; to fear the worft, oft cures the worse.

Troi. Olet 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 Miftrefs to devife Impofition enough, than for us to undergo any Difficulty impofed. This is the monftrofity in Love, Lady, that the Will is infinite, and the Execution confin'd; that the Defire is boundlefs, and the A&t a Slave to limit.

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

Troil. Are there fuch? fuch are not we: Praife us as we are tafted, allow us as we prove: Our Head fhall go bare, till merit crown it; no Perfection in reverfion fhall have a Praise in prefent; we will not name Defert before his Birth, and being born, his addition fhall be humble; few Words to

fair Faith. Troilus fhall be fuch to Creffida, as what Envy can fay worst, shall be a mock for his Truth; and what Truth can speak trueft, not truer than Troilus.

Cre. Will you walk in, my Lord?

Enter Pandarus.

Pan. What, blushing ftill? have you not done talking yet?

Cre. Well, Uncle, what folly I commit, 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 Hoftages; 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 conftant 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 Creffid then fo hard to win?
Cre. Hard to feem won: But I was won, my Lord,
With the first glance that ever-Pardon me-
If I confefs much, you will play the Tyrant:
I love you now, but not 'till now, fo much
But I might mafter it-in faith I lye-
My Thoughts were like unbridled Children, grown
Too head ftrong for their Mother; fee we Fools,
Why have I blabb'd? who fhall be true to us
When we are fo unfecret to our felves?
But though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not,
And yet good faith I wifht my felf a Man:
Or that the Women had Mens privilege
Of speaking firft. Sweet, bid me hold my Tongue,
For in this Rapture I fhall furely speak

The thing I fhall repent; fee, fee your filence
Coming in dumbnefs, from my weakness draws
My Soul of Counsel from me. Stop my Mouth.

Troi. And fhall, albeit fweet Mufick iffues thence. [Kiffing.
Pan. Pretty, i'faith.

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Cre. My Lord, I do befeech you pardon me;
Twas not my purpose thus to beg a Kifs:

I am afham'd; O Heavens, what have I done!
For this time will I take my leave, my Lord.

Troi. Your leave, fweet Creffid?

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

ing

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 felf refides with you:
But an unkind felf, that it self will leave,
To be another's Fool. Where is my Wit?
I would be gone: I fpeak I know not what.

Troi. Well know they what they fpcak, that fpeak fo wifely.

Cre. Perchance, my Lord, I fhew more Craft than Love. And fell fo roundly to a large Confeffion,

To angle for your Thoughts: But you are wife,
Or else you love not; for to be wife 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 prefume in you,

To feed for ay her lamp and flames of Love,
To keep her Conftancy in plight and youth,
Out-living Beauties outward, with a Mind
That doth renew fwifter than Blood decays.
Or that Perfwafion could but thus convince me,
That my integrity and truth to you,
Might be affronted with the match and weight
Of fuch a winnowed purity in Love:
How were I then up-lifted! But alas,
I am as true as Truth's Simplicity,
And fimpler than the Infancy of Truth.
Cre. In that I'll war with you.

Troi. O virtuous Fight,

When right with right wars, who fhould be moft righ:?
True Swains in Love, fhall in the World to come
Approve their truths by Triolus; when their Rhimes,
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