Page 2780 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

BOY

At your own house; there he unarms him.

PANDARUS
Good boy, tell him I come.
Exit Boy.
I doubt he be hurt. Fare you well, good niece. [275]

CRESSIDA

Adieu, uncle.

PANDARUS

I’ll be with you, niece, by and by.

CRESSIDA
To bring, uncle?

PANDARUS
Ay, a token from Troilus.
Exit.

CRESSIDA
By the same token you are a bawd. [280]
Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love’s full sacrifice

He offers in another’s enterprise;
But more in Troilus thousandfold I see
Than in the glass of Pandar’s praise may be.

Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing; [285]
Things won are done; joy’s soul lies in the doing.
That she beloved knows naught that knows not this:
Men prize the thing ungained more than it is.
That she was never yet that ever knew

Love got so sweet as when desire did sue; [290]
Therefore this maxim out of love I teach:
‘Achievement is command; ungained, beseech’.

Then, though my heart’s content firm love doth bear,
Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear.