Act 4 - Scene 4
The same. Pandarus' house.
Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA
Be moderate, be moderate.
Why tell you me of moderation?
The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste,
And violenteth in a sense as
As that which causeth it: how can I moderate it?
If I could temporize with my affection,
Or brew it to
a weak and colder palate,
The like allayment could I give my grief.
My love admits no qualifying dross;
more my grief, in such a precious loss.
Here, here, here he comes.
Ah, sweet ducks!
O Troilus! Troilus!
What a pair of spectacles is here!
Let me embrace too. 'O heart,' as the goodly saying is,
'O heart, heavy
Why sigh'st thou without breaking?
where he answers again,
'Because thou canst not ease thy smart
friendship nor by speaking.'
There was never a truer rhyme. Let us cast away
nothing, for we may live to
have need of such a
verse: we see it, we see it. How now, lambs?
Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity,
That the bless'd gods, as angry with my fancy,
More bright in
zeal than the devotion which
Cold lips blow to their deities, take thee from me.
Have the gods envy?
Ay, ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a case.
And is it true that I must go from Troy?
A hateful truth.
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