Page 2867 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

To give thee nightly visitation −
But yet, be true.

CRESSIDA
O heavens! ‘Be true’ again?

TROILUS
Hear why I speak it, love.
The Grecian youths are full of quality; [75]

Their loving well composed with gifts of nature,
And flowing o’er with arts and exercise.
How novelty may move, and parts with person,
Alas, a kind of godly jealousy −

Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin − [80]
Makes me afraid.

CRESSIDA
O heavens, you love me not!

TROILUS
Die I a villain then!
In this I do not call your faith in question

So mainly as my merit: I cannot sing,
Nor heel the high lavolt, nor sweeten talk, [85]
Nor play at subtle games − fair virtues all,
To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant;

But I can tell that in each grace of these
There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil
That tempts most cunningly. But be not tempted. [90]

CRESSIDA
Do you think I will?

TROILUS
No.

But something may be done that we will not;
And sometimes we are devils to ourselves,