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death, ’twill be his bane, he cannot bear it.

CRESSIDA
O you immortal gods! − I will not go.

PANDARUS
Thou must.

CRESSIDA
I will not, uncle. I have forgot my father; [95]
I know no touch of consanguinity,
No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me

As the sweet Troilus. − O you gods divine,
Make Cressid’s name the very crown of falsehood
If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and death, [100]

Do to this body what extremity you can;
But the strong base and building of my love
Is as the very centre of the earth,
Drawing all things to it. I will go in and weep −

PANDARUS
Do, do. [105]

CRESSIDA
Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised cheeks;

Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my heart
With sounding ‘Troilus’. I will not go from Troy.
Exeunt.

Scene III IT

Enter Paris, Troilus, Aeneas, Deiphobus, Antenor, and Diomedes.

PARIS
It is great morning, and the hour prefixed
Of her delivery to this valiant Greek

Comes fast upon. Good my brother Troilus,