Page 2836 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Hard to seem won; but I was won, my lord, [115]
With the first glance that ever − pardon me;
If I confess much, you will play the tyrant.
I love you now; but not till now so much

But I might master it. In faith, I lie;
My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown [120]
Too headstrong for their mother − see, we fools!
Why have I blabbed? Who shall be true to us

When we are so unsecret to ourselves? −
But though I love you well, I wooed you not;
And yet, good faith, I wished myself a man, [125]
Or that we women had men’s privilege

Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,
For in this rapture I shall surely speak
The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence,
Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws [130]

My soul of counsel from me! − Stop my mouth.

TROILUS
And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence.
He kisses her.

PANDARUS
Pretty, i’faith.

CRESSIDA
My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me;
’Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kiss. [135]

I am ashamed − O heavens, what have I done?
For this time will I take my leave, my lord.

TROILUS
Your leave, sweet Cressid!

PANDARUS
Leave? An you take leave till tomorrow morning − [140]