TROILUS & CRESSIDA. William Shakespeare

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       CRESSIDA.

       And is it true that I must go from Troy?

       TROILUS.

       A hateful truth.

       CRESSIDA.

       What! and from Troilus too?

       TROILUS.

       From Troy and Troilus.

       CRESSIDA.

       Is it possible?

       TROILUS.

       And suddenly; where injury of chance

       Puts back leave-taking, justles roughly by

       All time of pause, rudely beguiles our lips

       Of all rejoindure, forcibly prevents

       Our lock’d embrasures, strangles our dear vows

       Even in the birth of our own labouring breath.

       We two, that with so many thousand sighs

       Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves

       With the rude brevity and discharge of one.

       Injurious time now with a robber’s haste

       Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how.

       As many farewells as be stars in heaven,

       With distinct breath and consign’d kisses to them,

       He fumbles up into a loose adieu,

       And scants us with a single famish’d kiss,

       Distasted with the salt of broken tears.

       AENEAS.

       [Within.] My lord, is the lady ready?

       TROILUS.

       Hark! you are call’d. Some say the Genius so

       Cries ‘Come!’ to him that instantly must die.

       Bid them have patience; she shall come anon.

       PANDARUS. Where are my tears? Rain, to lay this wind, or my heart will be blown up by the root!

       [Exit.]

       CRESSIDA.

       I must then to the Grecians?

       TROILUS.

       No remedy.

       CRESSIDA.

       A woeful Cressid ‘mongst the merry Greeks!

       When shall we see again?

       TROILUS.

       Hear me, my love. Be thou but true of heart

       CRESSIDA.

       I true! how now! What wicked deem is this?

       TROILUS.

       Nay, we must use expostulation kindly,

       For it is parting from us.

       I speak not ‘Be thou true’ as fearing thee,

       For I will throw my glove to Death himself

       That there’s no maculation in thy heart;

       But ‘Be thou true’ say I to fashion in

       My sequent protestation: be thou true,

       And I will see thee.

       CRESSIDA.

       O! you shall be expos’d, my lord, to dangers

       As infinite as imminent! But I’ll be true.

       TROILUS.

       And I’ll grow friend with danger. Wear this sleeve.

       CRESSIDA.

       And you this glove. When shall I see you?

       TROILUS.

       I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels

       To give thee nightly visitation.

       But yet be true.

       CRESSIDA.

       O heavens! ‘Be true’ again!

       TROILUS.

       Hear why I speak it, love.

       The Grecian youths are full of quality;

       They’re loving, well compos’d, with gifts of nature,

       Flowing and swelling o’er with arts and exercise.

       How novelty may move, and parts with person,

       Alas, a kind of godly jealousy,

       Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin,

       Makes me afear’d.

       CRESSIDA.

       O heavens! you love me not.

       TROILUS.

       Die I a villain, then!

       In this I do not call your faith in question

       So mainly as my merit. I cannot sing,

       Nor heel the high lavolt, nor sweeten talk,

       Nor play at subtle games; fair virtues all,

       To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant;

       But I can tell that in each grace of these

       There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil

       That tempts most cunningly. But be not tempted.

       CRESSIDA.

       Do you think I will?

       TROILUS.

       No.

       But something may be done that we will not;

       And sometimes we are devils to ourselves,

       When we will tempt the frailty of our powers,

       Presuming on their changeful potency.

       AENEAS.

       [Within.] Nay, good my lord!

       TROILUS.

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