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        Enter PANDARUS and TROILUS’s MAN, meeting. 
         
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        Enter PANDARUS and TROILUS’s MAN, meeting. 
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        How now? Where’s thy master? At my
         
       
        cousin Cressida’s?
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        How now? Where’s thy master? At my
         
       
        cousin Cressida’s?
         
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        MAN  
         
       
        No, sir, he stays for you to conduct him thither.
         
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        MAN  
         
       
        No, sir, he stays for you to conduct him thither.
         
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        Enter TROILUS. 
         
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        Enter TROILUS. 
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        O, here he comes.—How now, how now?
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        O, here he comes.—How now, how now?
         
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        TROILUS , 
         to his MAN  
         
       
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          Sirrah, walk off.
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        TROILUS , 
         to his MAN  
         
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        MAN  exits. 
         
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        MAN  exits. 
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Have you seen my cousin?
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Have you seen my cousin?
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        No, Pandarus. I stalk about her door
         
       
        Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks
         
       
        Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon,
         
       
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          And give me swift transportance to those fields
       
        Where I may wallow in the lily beds
         
       
        Proposed for the deserver! O, gentle Pandar,
         
       
        From Cupid’s shoulder pluck his painted wings
         
       
        And fly with me to Cressid!
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        No, Pandarus. I stalk about her door
         
       
        Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks
         
       
        Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon,
         
       
        Where I may wallow in the lily beds
         
       
        Proposed for the deserver! O, gentle Pandar,
         
       
        From Cupid’s shoulder pluck his painted wings
         
       
        And fly with me to Cressid!
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
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          Walk here i’ th’ orchard. I’ll bring her
       
        straight.
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        straight.
         
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        PANDARUS  exits. 
         
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        PANDARUS  exits. 
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
         
       
        Th’ imaginary relish is so sweet
         
       
        That it enchants my sense. What will it be
         
       
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          When that the wat’ry palate taste indeed
       
        Love’s thrice-repurèd nectar? Death, I fear me,
         
       
        Swooning destruction, or some joy too fine,
         
       
        Too subtle-potent, tuned too sharp in sweetness
         
       
        For the capacity of my ruder powers.
         
       
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          I fear it much; and I do fear besides
       
        That I shall lose distinction in my joys,
         
       
        As doth a battle when they charge on heaps
         
       
        The enemy flying.
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
         
       
        Th’ imaginary relish is so sweet
         
       
        That it enchants my sense. What will it be
         
       
        Love’s thrice-repurèd nectar? Death, I fear me,
         
       
        Swooning destruction, or some joy too fine,
         
       
        Too subtle-potent, tuned too sharp in sweetness
         
       
        For the capacity of my ruder powers.
         
       
        That I shall lose distinction in my joys,
         
       
        As doth a battle when they charge on heaps
         
       
        The enemy flying.
         
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        Enter PANDARUS. 
         
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        Enter PANDARUS. 
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        She’s making her ready; she’ll come straight.
         
       
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          You must be witty now. She does so blush and
       
        fetches her wind so short as if she were frayed with
         
       
        a spirit. I’ll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain. She
         
       
        fetches her breath as short as a new-ta’en sparrow.
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        She’s making her ready; she’ll come straight.
         
       
        fetches her wind so short as if she were frayed with
         
       
        a spirit. I’ll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain. She
         
       
        fetches her breath as short as a new-ta’en sparrow.
         
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        PANDARUS  exits. 
         
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        PANDARUS  exits. 
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom.
         
       
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          My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse,
       
        And all my powers do their bestowing lose,
         
       
        Like vassalage at unawares encount’ring
         
       
        The eye of majesty.
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom.
         
       
        And all my powers do their bestowing lose,
         
       
        Like vassalage at unawares encount’ring
         
       
        The eye of majesty.
         
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        Enter PANDARUS, and CRESSIDA veiled. 
         
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        Enter PANDARUS, and CRESSIDA veiled. 
         
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        PANDARUS ,
         to CRESSIDA 
         
       
        Come, come, what need you
         
       
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          blush? Shame’s a baby.—Here she is now. Swear
       
        the oaths now to her that you have sworn to me.
         
       
        CRESSIDA  offers to leave.  What, are you gone again?
         
       
        You must be watched ere you be made tame, must
         
       
        you? Come your ways; come your ways. An you
         
       
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          draw backward, we’ll put you i’ th’ thills. —Why
       
        do you not speak to her?—Come, draw this curtain
         
       
        and let’s see your picture. 
         He draws back her veil. 
         
       
        Alas the day, how loath you are to offend daylight!
         
       
        An ’twere dark, you’d close sooner.—So, so, rub on,
         
       
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          and kiss the mistress. 
         (They kiss.)  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’ th’ river. Go to, go to.
         
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        PANDARUS ,
         to CRESSIDA 
         
       
        Come, come, what need you
         
       
        the oaths now to her that you have sworn to me.
         
       
        CRESSIDA  offers to leave.  What, are you gone again?
         
       
        You must be watched ere you be made tame, must
         
       
        you? Come your ways; come your ways. An you
         
       
        do you not speak to her?—Come, draw this curtain
         
       
        and let’s see your picture. 
         He draws back her veil. 
         
       
        Alas the day, how loath you are to offend daylight!
         
       
        An ’twere dark, you’d close sooner.—So, so, rub on,
         
       
        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’ th’ river. Go to, go to.
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
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          You have bereft me of all words, lady.
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        TROILUS  
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Words pay no debts; give her deeds. But
         
       
        she’ll bereave you o’ th’ deeds too, if she call your
         
       
        activity in question. 
         (They kiss.)  What, billing
         
       
        again? Here’s “In witness whereof the parties
         
       
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          interchangeably—.” Come in, come in. I’ll go get a fire.
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Words pay no debts; give her deeds. But
         
       
        she’ll bereave you o’ th’ deeds too, if she call your
         
       
        activity in question. 
         (They kiss.)  What, billing
         
       
        again? Here’s “In witness whereof the parties
         
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        PANDARUS  exits. 
         
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        PANDARUS  exits. 
         
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        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        Will you walk in, my lord?
         
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        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        Will you walk in, my lord?
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        O Cressid, how often have I wished me thus!
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        O Cressid, how often have I wished me thus!
         
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        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        “Wished,” my lord? The gods grant—O, my
         
       
        lord!
         
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        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        “Wished,” my lord? The gods grant—O, my
         
       
        lord!
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
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          What should they grant? What makes this
       
        pretty abruption? What too-curious dreg espies
         
       
        my sweet lady in the fountain of our love?
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        pretty abruption? What too-curious dreg espies
         
       
        my sweet lady in the fountain of our love?
         
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        CRESSIDA   
         
       
        More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes.
         
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        CRESSIDA   
         
       
        More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes.
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        Fears make devils of cherubins; they never
         
       
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          see truly.
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        Fears make devils of cherubins; they never
         
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        CRESSIDA   
         
       
        Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds
         
       
        safer footing than blind reason, stumbling without
         
       
        fear. To fear the worst oft cures the worse.
         
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        CRESSIDA   
         
       
        Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds
         
       
        safer footing than blind reason, stumbling without
         
       
        fear. To fear the worst oft cures the worse.
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        O, let my lady apprehend no fear. In all
         
       
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          Cupid’s pageant there is presented no monster.
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        O, let my lady apprehend no fear. In all
         
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        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        Nor nothing monstrous neither?
         
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        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        Nor nothing monstrous neither?
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        Nothing but our undertakings, when we vow
         
       
        to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers,
         
       
        thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition
         
       
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          enough than for us to undergo any difficulty
       
        imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that
         
       
        the will is infinite and the execution confined, that
         
       
        the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        Nothing but our undertakings, when we vow
         
       
        to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers,
         
       
        thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition
         
       
        imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that
         
       
        the will is infinite and the execution confined, that
         
       
        the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.
         
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        CRESSIDA   
         
       
        They say all lovers swear more performance
         
       
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          than they are able and yet reserve an ability that
       
        they never 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?
         
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        CRESSIDA   
         
       
        They say all lovers swear more performance
         
       
        they never 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?
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
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          Are there such? Such are not we. Praise us as
       
        we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head shall
         
       
        go bare till merit crown it. No perfection in reversion
         
       
        shall have a praise in present. We will not
         
       
        name desert before his birth, and, being born, his
         
       
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          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
         
       
        truth can speak truest not truer than Troilus.
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head shall
         
       
        go bare till merit crown it. No perfection in reversion
         
       
        shall have a praise in present. We will not
         
       
        name desert before his birth, and, being born, his
         
       
        Troilus shall be such to Cressid as what envy can
         
       
        say worst shall be a mock for his truth, and what
         
       
        truth can speak truest not truer than Troilus.
         
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        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        Will you walk in, my lord?
         
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        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        Will you walk in, my lord?
         
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        Enter PANDARUS. 
         
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        Enter PANDARUS. 
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
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          What, blushing still? Have you not done
       
        talking yet?
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        talking yet?
         
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        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        Well, uncle, what folly I commit I dedicate
         
       
        to you.
         
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        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        Well, uncle, what folly I commit I dedicate
         
       
        to you.
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        I thank you for that. If my lord get a boy of
         
       
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          you, you’ll give him me. Be true to my lord. If he
       
        flinch, chide me for it.
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        I thank you for that. If my lord get a boy of
         
       
        flinch, chide me for it.
         
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        TROILUS , 
         to CRESSIDA  
         
       
        You know now your hostages:
         
       
        your uncle’s word and my firm faith.
         
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        TROILUS , 
         to CRESSIDA  
         
       
        You know now your hostages:
         
       
        your uncle’s word and my firm faith.
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Nay, I’ll give my word for her too. Our kindred,
         
       
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          though they be long ere they be wooed, they
       
        are constant being won. They are burrs, I can tell
         
       
        you; they’ll stick where they are thrown.
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Nay, I’ll give my word for her too. Our kindred,
         
       
        are constant being won. They are burrs, I can tell
         
       
        you; they’ll stick where they are thrown.
         
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        CRESSIDA 
         
       
        Boldness comes to me now and brings me heart.
         
       
        Prince Troilus, I have loved you night and day
         
       
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          For many weary months.
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        CRESSIDA 
         
       
        Boldness comes to me now and brings me heart.
         
       
        Prince Troilus, I have loved you night and day
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        Why was my Cressid then so hard to win?
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        Why was my Cressid then so hard to win?
         
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        CRESSIDA 
         
       
        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.
         
       
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          I love you now, but till now not so much
       
        But I might master it. In faith, I lie;
         
       
        My thoughts were like unbridled children grown
         
       
        Too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools!
         
       
        Why have I blabbed? Who shall be true to us
         
       
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          When we are so unsecret to ourselves?
       
        But though I loved you well, I wooed you not;
         
       
        And yet, good faith, I wished myself a man;
         
       
        Or that we women had men’s privilege
         
       
        Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,
         
       
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          For in this rapture I shall surely speak
       
        The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence,
         
       
        Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws
         
       
        My very soul of counsel! Stop my mouth.
         
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        CRESSIDA 
         
       
        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.
         
       
        But I might master it. In faith, I lie;
         
       
        My thoughts were like unbridled children grown
         
       
        Too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools!
         
       
        Why have I blabbed? Who shall be true to us
         
       
        But though I loved you well, I wooed you not;
         
       
        And yet, good faith, I wished myself a man;
         
       
        Or that we women had men’s privilege
         
       
        Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,
         
       
        The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence,
         
       
        Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws
         
       
        My very soul of counsel! Stop my mouth.
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence.
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence.
         
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        They kiss. 
         
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        They kiss. 
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
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          Pretty, i’ faith!
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        PANDARUS  
         
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        CRESSIDA  , 
         to TROILUS 
         
       
        My lord, I do beseech you pardon me.
         
       
        ’Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kiss.
         
       
        I am ashamed. O heavens, what have I done!
         
       
        For this time will I take my leave, my lord.
         
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        CRESSIDA  , 
         to TROILUS 
         
       
        My lord, I do beseech you pardon me.
         
       
        ’Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kiss.
         
       
        I am ashamed. O heavens, what have I done!
         
       
        For this time will I take my leave, my lord.
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
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          Your leave, sweet Cressid?
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        TROILUS  
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Leave? An you take leave till tomorrow
         
       
        morning—
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Leave? An you take leave till tomorrow
         
       
        morning—
         
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        CRESSIDA   
         
       
        Pray you, content you.
         
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        CRESSIDA   
         
       
        Pray you, content you.
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        What offends you, lady?
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        What offends you, lady?
         
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        CRESSIDA   
         
       
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          Sir, mine own company.
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        CRESSIDA   
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        You cannot shun yourself.
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        You cannot shun yourself.
         
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        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        Let me go and try.
         
       
        I have a kind of self resides with you,
         
       
        But an unkind self that itself will leave
         
       
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          To be another’s fool. I would be gone.
       
        Where is my wit? I know not what I speak.
         
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        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        Let me go and try.
         
       
        I have a kind of self resides with you,
         
       
        But an unkind self that itself will leave
         
       
        Where is my wit? I know not what I speak.
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        Well know they what they speak that speak so wisely.
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        Well know they what they speak that speak so wisely.
         
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        CRESSIDA 
         
       
        Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than love
         
       
        And fell so roundly to a large confession
         
       
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          To angle for your thoughts. But you are wise,
       
        Or else you love not; for to be wise and love
         
       
        Exceeds man’s might. That dwells with gods above.
         
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        CRESSIDA 
         
       
        Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than love
         
       
        And fell so roundly to a large confession
         
       
        Or else you love not; for to be wise and love
         
       
        Exceeds man’s might. That dwells with gods above.
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        O, that I thought it could be in a woman—
         
       
        As, if it can, I will presume in you—
         
       
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          To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love,
       
        To keep her constancy in plight and youth,
         
       
        Outliving beauty’s outward, with a mind
         
       
        That doth renew swifter than blood decays!
         
       
        Or that persuasion could but thus convince me
         
       
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          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 uplifted! But, alas,
         
       
        I am as true as truth’s simplicity
         
       
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          And simpler than the infancy of truth.
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        O, that I thought it could be in a woman—
         
       
        As, if it can, I will presume in you—
         
       
        To keep her constancy in plight and youth,
         
       
        Outliving beauty’s outward, with a mind
         
       
        That doth renew swifter than blood decays!
         
       
        Or that persuasion could but thus convince me
         
       
        Might be affronted with the match and weight
         
       
        Of such a winnowed purity in love;
         
       
        How were I then uplifted! But, alas,
         
       
        I am as true as truth’s simplicity
         
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        CRESSIDA 
         
       
        In that I’ll war with you.
         
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        CRESSIDA 
         
       
        In that I’ll war with you.
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        O virtuous fight,
         
       
        When right with right wars who shall be most right!
         
       
        True swains in love shall in the world to come
         
       
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          Approve their truth by Troilus. When their rhymes,
       
        Full of protest, of oath and big compare,
         
       
        Wants similes, truth tired with iteration—
         
       
        “As true as steel, as plantage to the moon,
         
       
        As sun to day, as turtle to her mate,
         
       
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          As iron to adamant, as Earth to th’ center”—
       
        Yet, after all comparisons of truth,
         
       
        As truth’s authentic author to be cited,
         
       
        “As true as Troilus” shall crown up the verse
         
       
        And sanctify the numbers.
         
	 |  
       
        
        TROILUS 
         
       
        O virtuous fight,
         
       
        When right with right wars who shall be most right!
         
       
        True swains in love shall in the world to come
         
       
        Full of protest, of oath and big compare,
         
       
        Wants similes, truth tired with iteration—
         
       
        “As true as steel, as plantage to the moon,
         
       
        As sun to day, as turtle to her mate,
         
       
        Yet, after all comparisons of truth,
         
       
        As truth’s authentic author to be cited,
         
       
        “As true as Troilus” shall crown up the verse
         
       
        And sanctify the numbers.
         
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        CRESSIDA  
         
       
         185 
          Prophet may you be!
       
        If I be false or swerve a hair from truth,
         
       
        When time is old and hath forgot itself,
         
       
        When water drops have worn the stones of Troy
         
       
        And blind oblivion swallowed cities up,
         
       
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          And mighty states characterless are grated
       
        To dusty nothing, yet let memory,
         
       
        From false to false, among false maids in love,
         
       
        Upbraid my falsehood! When they’ve said “as false
         
       
        As air, as water, wind or sandy earth,
         
       
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          As fox to lamb, or wolf to heifer’s calf,
       
        Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son,”
         
       
        Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,
         
       
        “As false as Cressid.”
         
	 |  
       
        
        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        If I be false or swerve a hair from truth,
         
       
        When time is old and hath forgot itself,
         
       
        When water drops have worn the stones of Troy
         
       
        And blind oblivion swallowed cities up,
         
       
        To dusty nothing, yet let memory,
         
       
        From false to false, among false maids in love,
         
       
        Upbraid my falsehood! When they’ve said “as false
         
       
        As air, as water, wind or sandy earth,
         
       
        Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son,”
         
       
        Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,
         
       
        “As false as Cressid.”
         
	 | 
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Go to, a bargain made. Seal it, seal it. I’ll be
         
       
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          the witness. Here I hold your hand, here my
       
        cousin’s. If ever you prove false one to another, since
         
       
        I have taken such pains to bring you together, let
         
       
        all pitiful goers-between be called to the world’s
         
       
        end after my name: call them all panders. Let all
         
       
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          constant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids,
       
        and all brokers-between panders. Say “Amen.”
         
	 |  
       
        
        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Go to, a bargain made. Seal it, seal it. I’ll be
         
       
        cousin’s. If ever you prove false one to another, since
         
       
        I have taken such pains to bring you together, let
         
       
        all pitiful goers-between be called to the world’s
         
       
        end after my name: call them all panders. Let all
         
       
        and all brokers-between panders. Say “Amen.”
         
	 | 
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        Amen.
         
	 |  
       
        
        TROILUS  
         
       
        Amen.
         
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        CRESSIDA   
         
       
        Amen.
         
	 |  
       
        
        CRESSIDA   
         
       
        Amen.
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber
         
       
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          with a bed, which bed, because it shall not
       
        speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death.
         
       
        Away.
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber
         
       
        speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death.
         
       
        Away.
         
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        TROILUS  and CRESSIDA exit. 
         
	 |  
       
        
        TROILUS  and CRESSIDA exit. 
         
	 | 
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        And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here
         
       
        Bed, chamber, pander to provide this gear.
         
	 |  
       
        
        And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here
         
       
        Bed, chamber, pander to provide this gear.
         
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        He exits. 
         
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        He exits. 
         
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	Modern Text | 
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        Enter PANDARUS and TROILUS’s MAN, meeting. 
         
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        Enter PANDARUS and TROILUS’s MAN, meeting. 
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        How now? Where’s thy master? At my
         
       
        cousin Cressida’s?
         
	 |  
       
        
        PANDARUS  
         
       
        How now? Where’s thy master? At my
         
       
        cousin Cressida’s?
         
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        MAN  
         
       
        No, sir, he stays for you to conduct him thither.
         
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        MAN  
         
       
        No, sir, he stays for you to conduct him thither.
         
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        Enter TROILUS. 
         
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        Enter TROILUS. 
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        O, here he comes.—How now, how now?
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        O, here he comes.—How now, how now?
         
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        TROILUS , 
         to his MAN  
         
       
         5 
          Sirrah, walk off.
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        TROILUS , 
         to his MAN  
         
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        MAN  exits. 
         
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        MAN  exits. 
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Have you seen my cousin?
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Have you seen my cousin?
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        No, Pandarus. I stalk about her door
         
       
        Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks
         
       
        Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon,
         
       
         10 
          And give me swift transportance to those fields
       
        Where I may wallow in the lily beds
         
       
        Proposed for the deserver! O, gentle Pandar,
         
       
        From Cupid’s shoulder pluck his painted wings
         
       
        And fly with me to Cressid!
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        No, Pandarus. I stalk about her door
         
       
        Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks
         
       
        Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon,
         
       
        Where I may wallow in the lily beds
         
       
        Proposed for the deserver! O, gentle Pandar,
         
       
        From Cupid’s shoulder pluck his painted wings
         
       
        And fly with me to Cressid!
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
         15 
          Walk here i’ th’ orchard. I’ll bring her
       
        straight.
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        straight.
         
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        PANDARUS  exits. 
         
	 |  
       
        
        PANDARUS  exits. 
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
         
       
        Th’ imaginary relish is so sweet
         
       
        That it enchants my sense. What will it be
         
       
         20 
          When that the wat’ry palate taste indeed
       
        Love’s thrice-repurèd nectar? Death, I fear me,
         
       
        Swooning destruction, or some joy too fine,
         
       
        Too subtle-potent, tuned too sharp in sweetness
         
       
        For the capacity of my ruder powers.
         
       
         25 
          I fear it much; and I do fear besides
       
        That I shall lose distinction in my joys,
         
       
        As doth a battle when they charge on heaps
         
       
        The enemy flying.
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
         
       
        Th’ imaginary relish is so sweet
         
       
        That it enchants my sense. What will it be
         
       
        Love’s thrice-repurèd nectar? Death, I fear me,
         
       
        Swooning destruction, or some joy too fine,
         
       
        Too subtle-potent, tuned too sharp in sweetness
         
       
        For the capacity of my ruder powers.
         
       
        That I shall lose distinction in my joys,
         
       
        As doth a battle when they charge on heaps
         
       
        The enemy flying.
         
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        Enter PANDARUS. 
         
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        Enter PANDARUS. 
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        She’s making her ready; she’ll come straight.
         
       
         30 
          You must be witty now. She does so blush and
       
        fetches her wind so short as if she were frayed with
         
       
        a spirit. I’ll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain. She
         
       
        fetches her breath as short as a new-ta’en sparrow.
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        She’s making her ready; she’ll come straight.
         
       
        fetches her wind so short as if she were frayed with
         
       
        a spirit. I’ll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain. She
         
       
        fetches her breath as short as a new-ta’en sparrow.
         
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        PANDARUS  exits. 
         
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        PANDARUS  exits. 
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom.
         
       
         35 
          My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse,
       
        And all my powers do their bestowing lose,
         
       
        Like vassalage at unawares encount’ring
         
       
        The eye of majesty.
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom.
         
       
        And all my powers do their bestowing lose,
         
       
        Like vassalage at unawares encount’ring
         
       
        The eye of majesty.
         
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        Enter PANDARUS, and CRESSIDA veiled. 
         
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        Enter PANDARUS, and CRESSIDA veiled. 
         
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        PANDARUS ,
         to CRESSIDA 
         
       
        Come, come, what need you
         
       
         40 
          blush? Shame’s a baby.—Here she is now. Swear
       
        the oaths now to her that you have sworn to me.
         
       
        CRESSIDA  offers to leave.  What, are you gone again?
         
       
        You must be watched ere you be made tame, must
         
       
        you? Come your ways; come your ways. An you
         
       
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          draw backward, we’ll put you i’ th’ thills. —Why
       
        do you not speak to her?—Come, draw this curtain
         
       
        and let’s see your picture. 
         He draws back her veil. 
         
       
        Alas the day, how loath you are to offend daylight!
         
       
        An ’twere dark, you’d close sooner.—So, so, rub on,
         
       
         50 
          and kiss the mistress. 
         (They kiss.)  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’ th’ river. Go to, go to.
         
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        PANDARUS ,
         to CRESSIDA 
         
       
        Come, come, what need you
         
       
        the oaths now to her that you have sworn to me.
         
       
        CRESSIDA  offers to leave.  What, are you gone again?
         
       
        You must be watched ere you be made tame, must
         
       
        you? Come your ways; come your ways. An you
         
       
        do you not speak to her?—Come, draw this curtain
         
       
        and let’s see your picture. 
         He draws back her veil. 
         
       
        Alas the day, how loath you are to offend daylight!
         
       
        An ’twere dark, you’d close sooner.—So, so, rub on,
         
       
        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’ th’ river. Go to, go to.
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
         55 
          You have bereft me of all words, lady.
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        TROILUS  
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Words pay no debts; give her deeds. But
         
       
        she’ll bereave you o’ th’ deeds too, if she call your
         
       
        activity in question. 
         (They kiss.)  What, billing
         
       
        again? Here’s “In witness whereof the parties
         
       
         60 
          interchangeably—.” Come in, come in. I’ll go get a fire.
        |  
       
        
        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Words pay no debts; give her deeds. But
         
       
        she’ll bereave you o’ th’ deeds too, if she call your
         
       
        activity in question. 
         (They kiss.)  What, billing
         
       
        again? Here’s “In witness whereof the parties
         
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        PANDARUS  exits. 
         
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        PANDARUS  exits. 
         
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        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        Will you walk in, my lord?
         
	 |  
       
        
        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        Will you walk in, my lord?
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        O Cressid, how often have I wished me thus!
         
	 |  
       
        
        TROILUS  
         
       
        O Cressid, how often have I wished me thus!
         
	 | 
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        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        “Wished,” my lord? The gods grant—O, my
         
       
        lord!
         
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        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        “Wished,” my lord? The gods grant—O, my
         
       
        lord!
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
         65 
          What should they grant? What makes this
       
        pretty abruption? What too-curious dreg espies
         
       
        my sweet lady in the fountain of our love?
         
	 |  
       
        
        TROILUS  
         
       
        pretty abruption? What too-curious dreg espies
         
       
        my sweet lady in the fountain of our love?
         
	 | 
|  
        
        CRESSIDA   
         
       
        More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes.
         
	 |  
       
        
        CRESSIDA   
         
       
        More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes.
         
	 | 
|  
        
        TROILUS  
         
       
        Fears make devils of cherubins; they never
         
       
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          see truly.
        |  
       
        
        TROILUS  
         
       
        Fears make devils of cherubins; they never
         
        | 
|  
        
        CRESSIDA   
         
       
        Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds
         
       
        safer footing than blind reason, stumbling without
         
       
        fear. To fear the worst oft cures the worse.
         
	 |  
       
        
        CRESSIDA   
         
       
        Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds
         
       
        safer footing than blind reason, stumbling without
         
       
        fear. To fear the worst oft cures the worse.
         
	 | 
|  
        
        TROILUS  
         
       
        O, let my lady apprehend no fear. In all
         
       
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          Cupid’s pageant there is presented no monster.
        |  
       
        
        TROILUS  
         
       
        O, let my lady apprehend no fear. In all
         
        | 
|  
        
        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        Nor nothing monstrous neither?
         
	 |  
       
        
        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        Nor nothing monstrous neither?
         
	 | 
|  
        
        TROILUS  
         
       
        Nothing but our undertakings, when we vow
         
       
        to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers,
         
       
        thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition
         
       
         80 
          enough than for us to undergo any difficulty
       
        imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that
         
       
        the will is infinite and the execution confined, that
         
       
        the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.
         
	 |  
       
        
        TROILUS  
         
       
        Nothing but our undertakings, when we vow
         
       
        to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers,
         
       
        thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition
         
       
        imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that
         
       
        the will is infinite and the execution confined, that
         
       
        the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.
         
	 | 
|  
        
        CRESSIDA   
         
       
        They say all lovers swear more performance
         
       
         85 
          than they are able and yet reserve an ability that
       
        they never 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?
         
	 |  
       
        
        CRESSIDA   
         
       
        They say all lovers swear more performance
         
       
        they never 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?
         
	 | 
|  
        
        TROILUS  
         
       
         90 
          Are there such? Such are not we. Praise us as
       
        we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head shall
         
       
        go bare till merit crown it. No perfection in reversion
         
       
        shall have a praise in present. We will not
         
       
        name desert before his birth, and, being born, his
         
       
         95 
          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
         
       
        truth can speak truest not truer than Troilus.
         
	 |  
       
        
        TROILUS  
         
       
        we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head shall
         
       
        go bare till merit crown it. No perfection in reversion
         
       
        shall have a praise in present. We will not
         
       
        name desert before his birth, and, being born, his
         
       
        Troilus shall be such to Cressid as what envy can
         
       
        say worst shall be a mock for his truth, and what
         
       
        truth can speak truest not truer than Troilus.
         
	 | 
|  
        
        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        Will you walk in, my lord?
         
	 |  
       
        
        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        Will you walk in, my lord?
         
	 | 
|  
        
        Enter PANDARUS. 
         
	 |  
       
        
        Enter PANDARUS. 
         
	 | 
|  
        
        PANDARUS  
         
       
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          What, blushing still? Have you not done
       
        talking yet?
         
	 |  
       
        
        PANDARUS  
         
       
        talking yet?
         
	 | 
|  
        
        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        Well, uncle, what folly I commit I dedicate
         
       
        to you.
         
	 |  
       
        
        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        Well, uncle, what folly I commit I dedicate
         
       
        to you.
         
	 | 
|  
        
        PANDARUS  
         
       
        I thank you for that. If my lord get a boy of
         
       
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          you, you’ll give him me. Be true to my lord. If he
       
        flinch, chide me for it.
         
	 |  
       
        
        PANDARUS  
         
       
        I thank you for that. If my lord get a boy of
         
       
        flinch, chide me for it.
         
	 | 
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        TROILUS , 
         to CRESSIDA  
         
       
        You know now your hostages:
         
       
        your uncle’s word and my firm faith.
         
	 |  
       
        
        TROILUS , 
         to CRESSIDA  
         
       
        You know now your hostages:
         
       
        your uncle’s word and my firm faith.
         
	 | 
|  
        
        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Nay, I’ll give my word for her too. Our kindred,
         
       
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          though they be long ere they be wooed, they
       
        are constant being won. They are burrs, I can tell
         
       
        you; they’ll stick where they are thrown.
         
	 |  
       
        
        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Nay, I’ll give my word for her too. Our kindred,
         
       
        are constant being won. They are burrs, I can tell
         
       
        you; they’ll stick where they are thrown.
         
	 | 
|  
        
        CRESSIDA 
         
       
        Boldness comes to me now and brings me heart.
         
       
        Prince Troilus, I have loved you night and day
         
       
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          For many weary months.
        |  
       
        
        CRESSIDA 
         
       
        Boldness comes to me now and brings me heart.
         
       
        Prince Troilus, I have loved you night and day
         
        | 
|  
        
        TROILUS 
         
       
        Why was my Cressid then so hard to win?
         
	 |  
       
        
        TROILUS 
         
       
        Why was my Cressid then so hard to win?
         
	 | 
|  
        
        CRESSIDA 
         
       
        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.
         
       
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          I love you now, but till now not so much
       
        But I might master it. In faith, I lie;
         
       
        My thoughts were like unbridled children grown
         
       
        Too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools!
         
       
        Why have I blabbed? Who shall be true to us
         
       
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          When we are so unsecret to ourselves?
       
        But though I loved you well, I wooed you not;
         
       
        And yet, good faith, I wished myself a man;
         
       
        Or that we women had men’s privilege
         
       
        Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,
         
       
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          For in this rapture I shall surely speak
       
        The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence,
         
       
        Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws
         
       
        My very soul of counsel! Stop my mouth.
         
	 |  
       
        
        CRESSIDA 
         
       
        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.
         
       
        But I might master it. In faith, I lie;
         
       
        My thoughts were like unbridled children grown
         
       
        Too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools!
         
       
        Why have I blabbed? Who shall be true to us
         
       
        But though I loved you well, I wooed you not;
         
       
        And yet, good faith, I wished myself a man;
         
       
        Or that we women had men’s privilege
         
       
        Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,
         
       
        The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence,
         
       
        Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws
         
       
        My very soul of counsel! Stop my mouth.
         
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|  
        
        TROILUS 
         
       
        And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence.
         
	 |  
       
        
        TROILUS 
         
       
        And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence.
         
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|  
        
        They kiss. 
         
	 |  
       
        
        They kiss. 
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
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          Pretty, i’ faith!
        |  
       
        
        PANDARUS  
         
        | 
|  
        
        CRESSIDA  , 
         to TROILUS 
         
       
        My lord, I do beseech you pardon me.
         
       
        ’Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kiss.
         
       
        I am ashamed. O heavens, what have I done!
         
       
        For this time will I take my leave, my lord.
         
	 |  
       
        
        CRESSIDA  , 
         to TROILUS 
         
       
        My lord, I do beseech you pardon me.
         
       
        ’Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kiss.
         
       
        I am ashamed. O heavens, what have I done!
         
       
        For this time will I take my leave, my lord.
         
	 | 
|  
        
        TROILUS  
         
       
         140 
          Your leave, sweet Cressid?
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        TROILUS  
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Leave? An you take leave till tomorrow
         
       
        morning—
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Leave? An you take leave till tomorrow
         
       
        morning—
         
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        CRESSIDA   
         
       
        Pray you, content you.
         
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        CRESSIDA   
         
       
        Pray you, content you.
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        What offends you, lady?
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        What offends you, lady?
         
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        CRESSIDA   
         
       
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          Sir, mine own company.
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        CRESSIDA   
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        You cannot shun yourself.
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        You cannot shun yourself.
         
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        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        Let me go and try.
         
       
        I have a kind of self resides with you,
         
       
        But an unkind self that itself will leave
         
       
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          To be another’s fool. I would be gone.
       
        Where is my wit? I know not what I speak.
         
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        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        Let me go and try.
         
       
        I have a kind of self resides with you,
         
       
        But an unkind self that itself will leave
         
       
        Where is my wit? I know not what I speak.
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        Well know they what they speak that speak so wisely.
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        Well know they what they speak that speak so wisely.
         
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        CRESSIDA 
         
       
        Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than love
         
       
        And fell so roundly to a large confession
         
       
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          To angle for your thoughts. But you are wise,
       
        Or else you love not; for to be wise and love
         
       
        Exceeds man’s might. That dwells with gods above.
         
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        CRESSIDA 
         
       
        Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than love
         
       
        And fell so roundly to a large confession
         
       
        Or else you love not; for to be wise and love
         
       
        Exceeds man’s might. That dwells with gods above.
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        O, that I thought it could be in a woman—
         
       
        As, if it can, I will presume in you—
         
       
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          To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love,
       
        To keep her constancy in plight and youth,
         
       
        Outliving beauty’s outward, with a mind
         
       
        That doth renew swifter than blood decays!
         
       
        Or that persuasion could but thus convince me
         
       
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          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 uplifted! But, alas,
         
       
        I am as true as truth’s simplicity
         
       
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          And simpler than the infancy of truth.
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        O, that I thought it could be in a woman—
         
       
        As, if it can, I will presume in you—
         
       
        To keep her constancy in plight and youth,
         
       
        Outliving beauty’s outward, with a mind
         
       
        That doth renew swifter than blood decays!
         
       
        Or that persuasion could but thus convince me
         
       
        Might be affronted with the match and weight
         
       
        Of such a winnowed purity in love;
         
       
        How were I then uplifted! But, alas,
         
       
        I am as true as truth’s simplicity
         
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        CRESSIDA 
         
       
        In that I’ll war with you.
         
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        CRESSIDA 
         
       
        In that I’ll war with you.
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        O virtuous fight,
         
       
        When right with right wars who shall be most right!
         
       
        True swains in love shall in the world to come
         
       
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          Approve their truth by Troilus. When their rhymes,
       
        Full of protest, of oath and big compare,
         
       
        Wants similes, truth tired with iteration—
         
       
        “As true as steel, as plantage to the moon,
         
       
        As sun to day, as turtle to her mate,
         
       
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          As iron to adamant, as Earth to th’ center”—
       
        Yet, after all comparisons of truth,
         
       
        As truth’s authentic author to be cited,
         
       
        “As true as Troilus” shall crown up the verse
         
       
        And sanctify the numbers.
         
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        TROILUS 
         
       
        O virtuous fight,
         
       
        When right with right wars who shall be most right!
         
       
        True swains in love shall in the world to come
         
       
        Full of protest, of oath and big compare,
         
       
        Wants similes, truth tired with iteration—
         
       
        “As true as steel, as plantage to the moon,
         
       
        As sun to day, as turtle to her mate,
         
       
        Yet, after all comparisons of truth,
         
       
        As truth’s authentic author to be cited,
         
       
        “As true as Troilus” shall crown up the verse
         
       
        And sanctify the numbers.
         
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        CRESSIDA  
         
       
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          Prophet may you be!
       
        If I be false or swerve a hair from truth,
         
       
        When time is old and hath forgot itself,
         
       
        When water drops have worn the stones of Troy
         
       
        And blind oblivion swallowed cities up,
         
       
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          And mighty states characterless are grated
       
        To dusty nothing, yet let memory,
         
       
        From false to false, among false maids in love,
         
       
        Upbraid my falsehood! When they’ve said “as false
         
       
        As air, as water, wind or sandy earth,
         
       
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          As fox to lamb, or wolf to heifer’s calf,
       
        Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son,”
         
       
        Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,
         
       
        “As false as Cressid.”
         
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        CRESSIDA  
         
       
        If I be false or swerve a hair from truth,
         
       
        When time is old and hath forgot itself,
         
       
        When water drops have worn the stones of Troy
         
       
        And blind oblivion swallowed cities up,
         
       
        To dusty nothing, yet let memory,
         
       
        From false to false, among false maids in love,
         
       
        Upbraid my falsehood! When they’ve said “as false
         
       
        As air, as water, wind or sandy earth,
         
       
        Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son,”
         
       
        Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,
         
       
        “As false as Cressid.”
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Go to, a bargain made. Seal it, seal it. I’ll be
         
       
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          the witness. Here I hold your hand, here my
       
        cousin’s. If ever you prove false one to another, since
         
       
        I have taken such pains to bring you together, let
         
       
        all pitiful goers-between be called to the world’s
         
       
        end after my name: call them all panders. Let all
         
       
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          constant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids,
       
        and all brokers-between panders. Say “Amen.”
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Go to, a bargain made. Seal it, seal it. I’ll be
         
       
        cousin’s. If ever you prove false one to another, since
         
       
        I have taken such pains to bring you together, let
         
       
        all pitiful goers-between be called to the world’s
         
       
        end after my name: call them all panders. Let all
         
       
        and all brokers-between panders. Say “Amen.”
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        Amen.
         
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        TROILUS  
         
       
        Amen.
         
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        CRESSIDA   
         
       
        Amen.
         
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        CRESSIDA   
         
       
        Amen.
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber
         
       
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          with a bed, which bed, because it shall not
       
        speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death.
         
       
        Away.
         
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        PANDARUS  
         
       
        Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber
         
       
        speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death.
         
       
        Away.
         
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        TROILUS  and CRESSIDA exit. 
         
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        TROILUS  and CRESSIDA exit. 
         
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        And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here
         
       
        Bed, chamber, pander to provide this gear.
         
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        And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here
         
       
        Bed, chamber, pander to provide this gear.
         
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        He exits. 
         
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        He exits. 
         
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