. Complete works, with life, compendium, and concordance. painted wings,And fly with me to Cressid! Pan. Walk here i the orchard, Ill bring her straight. [Exit, Tro. I am giddy; expectation whirls me imaginary relish is so sweetThat it enchants my sense: what will it be,When that the watry palate tastes indeedLoves thrice-repured nectar? death, me;Swooning destruction; or some joy too subtle-potent, tund too sharp in sweetness,Fi ir the capacity of my ruder powers:I fear it much; and I do fear besidesTliat I shall lose distinction in luy joys;As doth a battle, when th
. Complete works, with life, compendium, and concordance. painted wings,And fly with me to Cressid! Pan. Walk here i the orchard, Ill bring her straight. [Exit, Tro. I am giddy; expectation whirls me imaginary relish is so sweetThat it enchants my sense: what will it be,When that the watry palate tastes indeedLoves thrice-repured nectar? death, me;Swooning destruction; or some joy too subtle-potent, tund too sharp in sweetness,Fi ir the capacity of my ruder powers:I fear it much; and I do fear besidesTliat I shall lose distinction in luy joys;As doth a battle, when they charge on heapsThe enemy Hying. Re-enter Pandarus. Pan. Shes making her ready, shell come straight:you must be witty now. She does so blush, and fetchesher wind so short, as if she were frayed with a s]>rite :Ill fetch her. It is the prettiest villain: she fetches herbreath as short as a new-taen sjjarrow. [Exit. Tro. Even sucu a i)assion doth embrace my bosom:My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse;And all my powers do their bestowing lose,. IROILUl:: AND ; J/I., Sc,:nc II. TROITATS ANT) CEESSTDA. 437 Like vassalage at unawares encoimt ringThe eye of majesty. Ee-enter Pandakus ^vith Cressida. Pan. Come, come, what need you blush? shames a bahy.—Here she is now : swear the oaths now to her that youhave sworn to me.—What, are jou gone again? you mustbe watched ere you be made tame, must you ? Come yourways, come yoiir ways; an you draw backward, well putyou i tiie fills.—Why do you not speak to her?—Come,draw this ciirtain, and lets see your picture. Alas theday, how loth you are to offend daylight! an tweredark, joud close sooner. So, so; rub on, and kiss themistress. How now, a kiss in fee-farm ! build there, car-])enter; the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your heartsout ere I i)art you. Tlie falcon as the tercel, for all theducks i the river: go to, go to. Tro. You have Ijereft n\e of all words, lady. Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds
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