_Pan_. Come, come, what need you blush? Shame’s a baby.-Here she is
now; swear the oaths now to her that you have sworn to me.- What, are
you gone again? You must be watch’d ere you be made tame, must you?
Come your ways, come your ways; an you draw backward, we’ll put you i’
th’ fills.-Why do you not speak to her?-Come, draw this curtain and
let’s see your picture. Alas the day, how loath you are to offend
daylight! An ’twere dark, you’d 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’ th’ river. Go to, go to.
_Troy_. You have bereft me of all words, lady.
_Pan_. Words pay no debts, give her deeds; but she’ll bereave you o’
th’ deeds too, if she call your activity in question. What, billing
again? Here’s ‘In witness whereof the parties interchangeably.’ Come
in, come in; I’ll go get a fire. Exit
_Cre_. Will you walk in, my lord?
_Troy_. O Creſſid, how often have I wish’d me thus!
_Cre_. Wish’d, my lord! The gods grant-O my lord!
_Troy_. What should they grant? What makes this pretty abruption? What
too curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love?
_Cre_. More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes.
_Troy_. Fears make devils of cherubims; they never see truly.
_Cre_. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than
blind reason stumbling without fear. To fear the worst oft cures the
worse.
_Troy_. O, let my lady apprehend no fear! In all Cupid’s pageant there
is presented no monster.
_Cre_. Nor nothing monstrous neither?
_Troy_. Nothing, but our undertakings when we vow to weep seas, live in
fire, cat 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 in love, lady, that the will is infinite, and
the execution confin’d; that the desire is boundless, and the act a
slave to limit.
_Cre_. They say all lovers swear more performance than they are able,
and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than
the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.
They that have the voice of lions and the act of hares, are they not
monsters?
_Troy_. 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 addition shall be
humble. Few words to fair faith: Troylus 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 Troylus.
_Cre_. Will you walk in, my lord?