Act 3 — Scene II. An orchard to Pandarus' house.

Pan. How now! where's thy master? at my cousin[1593] Cressida's? Boy. No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him thither.[1594] Pan. O, here he comes.

How now, how now! 5 Tro. Sirrah, walk off. [Exit Boy.[1595] Pan. Have you seen my cousin? Tro. No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door, Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks[1596] Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon, 10 And give me swift transportance to those fields[1597] Where I may wallow in the lily-beds Proposed for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus,[1598] From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, And fly with me to Cressid! 15 Pan. Walk here i' the orchard, I'll bring her straight.

Tro. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.[1600] The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense: what will it be,[1601] When that the watery palates taste indeed[1602] 20 Love's thrice repured nectar? death, I fear me,[1603] Swounding destruction, or some joy too fine,[1604] Too subtle-potent, tuned too sharp in sweetness,[1605] For the capacity of my ruder powers:[1606] I fear it much, and I do fear besides 25 That I shall lose distinction in my joys, As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps The enemy flying.

Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight: you must be witty now. She does so blush, and fetches 30 her wind so short, as if she were frayed with a sprite: I'll[1608] fetch her. It is the prettiest villain: she fetches her breath[1609] as short as a new-ta'en sparrow. [Exit.[1610] Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom: My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse; 35 And all my powers do their bestowing lose, Like vassalage at unawares encountering[1611] The eye of majesty.

Pan. Come, come, what need you blush? shame's a[1613] baby. Here she is now: swear the oaths now to her that 40 you have sworn to me. What, are you gone again? you must be watched ere you be made tame, must you? Come your ways, come your ways; an you draw backward, we'll[1614] put you i' the fills. Why do you not speak to her? Come,[1615] draw this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas the day,[1616] 45 how loath you are to offend daylight! an 'twere dark, you'ld close sooner. So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistress. How now! a kiss in fee-farm! build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out ere I part you. The falcon as the tercel, for all the ducks i' the river: go[1617] 50 to, go to. Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady. Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but she'll bereave you o' the deeds too, if she call your activity in[1618] question. What, billing again? Here's 'In witness whereof[1619] 55 the parties interchangeably'—Come in, come in: I'll go get[1619] a fire. [Exit.[1620] Cres. Will you walk in, my lord? Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wished me thus![1621] Cres. Wished, my lord?—The gods grant—O my lord![1622] 60 Tro. What should they grant? what makes this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies my sweet lady[1623] in the fountain of our love? Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes.[1624] Tro. Fears make devils of cherubins; they never see truly.[1625] 65 Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer[1626] footing than blind reason stumbling without fear: to fear the worst oft cures the worse.[1627] Tro. O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cupid's[1628] pageant there is presented no monster.[1628] 70 Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither?[1629] Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings; when we vow to[1630] weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers; thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition enough than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed. This is the monstruosity[1631] 75 in love, lady, that the will is infinite and the execution confined, that the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit. Cres. They say, all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never 80 perform, vowing more than the perfection of ten and discharging less than the tenth part of one. They that have the voice of lions and the act of hares, are they not monsters? Tro. Are there such? such are not we: praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head shall go bare till 85 merit crown it: no perfection in reversion shall have a praise[1632] 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 Cressid as what envy can say worst shall be a mock for his truth, and what[1633] 90 truth can speak truest, not truer than Troilus. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord?

Pan. What, blushing still? have you not done talking[1635] yet? Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to 95 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. Tro. You know now your hostages; your uncle's word 100 and my firm faith. Pan. Nay, I 'll give my word for her too: our kindred, though they be long ere they are wooed, they are constant[1636] being won: they are burs, I can tell you; they'll stick where they are thrown. 105 Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me heart.[1637] Prince Troilus, I have loved you night and day[1637] For many weary months.[1637] Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win? Cres. Hard to seem won: but I was won, my lord, 110 With the first glance that ever—pardon me;[1638] If I confess much, you will play the tyrant. I love you now; but not, till now, so much[1639] But I might master it: in faith, I lie; My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown[1640] 115 Too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools! Why have I blabb'd? who shall be true to us, When we are so unsecret to ourselves? But, though I loved you well, I woo'd you not; And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man, 120 Or that we women had men's privilege[1641] Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; For in this rapture I shall surely speak The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence,[1642] Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws[1643] 125 My very soul of counsel! Stop my mouth.[1644] Tro. And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence.[1645] Pan. Pretty, i' faith. Cres. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me; 'Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kiss: 130 I am ashamed; O heavens! what have I done? For this time will I take my leave, my lord. Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid?[1646] Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morning—[1647] Cres. Pray you, content you.[1648] 135 Tro. What offends you, lady?[1648] Cres. Sir, mine own company.[1648] Tro. You cannot shun yourself.[1648][1649] Cres. Let me go and try:[1648][1650] I have a kind of self resides with you,[1651] 140 But an unkind self that itself will leave To be another's fool. I would be gone:[1652] Where is my wit? I know not what I speak.[1652] Tro. Well know they what they speak that speak so wisely.[1653] Cres. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than love,[1654] 145 And fell so roundly to a large confession To angle for your thoughts: but you are wise;[1655] Or else you love not, for to be wise and love[1655][1656] Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.[1657] Tro. O that I thought it could be in a woman— 150 As, if it can, I will presume in you—[1658] To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love;[1659] To keep her constancy in plight and youth, Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind[1660] That doth renew swifter than blood decays! 155 Or that persuasion could but thus convince me,[1661] That my integrity and truth to you Might be affronted with the match and weight Of such a winnowed purity in love;[1662] How were I then uplifted! but, alas! 160 I am as true as truth's simplicity And simpler than the infancy of truth. Cres. In that I'll war with you. Tro. O virtuous fight, When right with right wars who shall be most right![1663] True swains in love shall in the world to come[1664] 165 Approve their truths by Troilus: when their rhymes,[1665] Full of protest, of oath and big compare, Want similes, truth tired with iteration,[1666] 'As true as steel, as plantage to the moon,[1667] As sun to day, as turtle to her mate, 170 As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre,' Yet, after all comparisons of truth,[1668] As truth's authentic author to be cited,[1669] 'As true as Troilus' shall crown up the verse[1670] And sanctify the numbers. Cres. Prophet may you be! 175 If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, When time is old and hath forgot itself,[1671] When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy, And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up, And mighty states characterless are grated 180 To dusty nothing, yet let memory, From false to false, among false maids in love, Upbraid my falsehood! when they've said 'as false[1672] As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,[1673] As fox to lamb, or wolf to heifer's calf,[1674] 185 Pard to the hind, or stepdame 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. If ever[1675] 190 you prove false one to another, since I have taken such pains[1676] to bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between be called to the world's end after my name; call them all Pandars; let all constant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids,[1677] and all brokers-between Pandars! Say 'amen.' 195 Tro. Amen. Cres. Amen. Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber[1678] with a bed; which bed, because it shall not speak of your[1678] pretty encounters, press it to death: away![1679] 200

And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this gear!