_Cre_. A pestilence on him! Now will he be mocking.
I shall have such a life!
_Pan_. How now, how now! How go maidenheads?
Here, you maid! Where’s my cousin Creſſid?
_Cre_. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle.
You bring me to do, and then you flout me too.
_Pan_. To do what? to do what? Let her say what.
What have I brought you to do?
_Cre_. Come, come, beshrew your heart! You’ll ne’er be good,
Nor suffer others.
_Pan_. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a poor capocchia! hast not slept
to-night? Would he not, a naughty man, let it sleep? A bugbear take
him!
_Cre_. Did not I tell you? Would he were knock’d i’ th’ head! [One
knocks]
Who’s that at door? Good uncle, go and see.
My lord, come you again into my chamber.
You smile and mock me, as if I meant naughtily.
_Troy_. Ha! ha!
_Cre_. Come, you are deceiv’d, I think of no such thing.
[Knock]
How earnestly they knock! Pray you come in:
I would not for half Troy have you seen here.
Exeunt Troylus and _Creſſid_
_Pan_. Who’s there? What’s the matter? Will you beat down the door? How
now? What’s the matter?