II.

      In every possessing,
      The ravishing blessing,
  In every possessing, the fruit of our pain,
    Poor lovers forget long ages of anguish,
  Whate’er they have suffered and done to obtain;
    ’Tis a pleasure, a pleasure to sigh and to languish,
  When we hope, when we hope to be happy again.

Pand. Put up, and vanish; they are coming out:  What a ferrup, will you play when the dance is done?  I say, vanish. [Exit music. [Peeping.] Good, i’faith! good, i’faith! what, hand in hand—­a fair quarrel, well ended!  Do, do, walk him, walk him;—­a good girl, a discreet girl:  I see she will make the most of him.

  Enter TROILUS and CRESSIDA.

Troil. Farewell, my life! leave me, and back to bed: 
Sleep seal those pretty eyes,
And tie thy senses in as soft a band,
As infants void of thought.

Pand. [Shewing himself.] How now, how now; how go matters?  Hear you, maid, hear you; where’s my cousin Cressida?

Cres. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle:  You bring me to do ill, and then you jeer me!

Pand. What ill have I brought you to do?  Say what, if you dare now?—­My lord, have I brought her to do ill?

Cres. Come, come,—­beshrew your heart, you’ll neither be good yourself, nor suffer others.

Pand. Alas, poor wench! alas, poor devil!  Has not slept to-night? would a’not, a naughty man, let it sleep one twinkle?  A bugbear take him!

Cres. [Knock within.] Who’s that at door? good uncle, go and see:—­ My lord, come you again into my chamber.—­ You smile and mock, as if I meant naughtily!

Troil. Indeed, indeed!

Cres. Come, you’re deceived; I think of no such thing.—­
          
                                             [Knock again.
How earnestly they knock!  Pray, come in:  I would
not for all Troy you were seen here. [Exeunt TROIL. and CRES.

Pand. Who’s there?  What’s the matter?  Will you beat down the house there!

  Enter HECTOR.

Hect. Good morrow, my lord Pandarus; good morrow!

Pand. Who’s there? prince Hector!  What news with you so early?

Hect. Is not my brother Troilus here?

Pand. Here! what should he do here?

Hect. Come, he is here, my lord; do not deny him:  It does import him much to speak with me.

Pand. Is he here, say you?  It is more than I know, I’ll be sworn!  For my part, I came in late.—­What should he do here?

Hect. Come, come, you do him wrong ere you’re aware; you’ll be so true to him, that you’ll be false to him:  You shall not know he’s here; but yet go fetch him hither; go. [Exit PAND.