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Tell you the lady what she is to do,
And haste her to the purpose.

TROILUS
Walk into her house. [5]
I’ll bring her to the Grecian presently;
And to his hand when I deliver her,

Think it an altar, and thy brother Troilus
A priest, there offering to it his own heart.

PARIS
I know what ’tis to love; [10]
And would, as I shall pity, I could help. −

Please you walk in, my lords.
Exeunt.

Scene IV IT

Enter Pandarus and Cressida.

PANDARUS

Be moderate, be moderate.

CRESSIDA
Why tell you me of moderation?
The grief is fine, full perfect, that I taste,
And violenteth in a sense as strong
As that which causeth it. How can I moderate it? [5]

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;
No more my grief, in such a precious loss. [10]

Enter Troilus.

PANDARUS