Enter Pandarus, Troilus, and Cressida.
Pand. Come, come, what need you blush? Shame's a baby; swear the oaths now to her, that you swore to me: What, are you gone again? you must be watched ere you are made tame, must you? Why don't you speak to her first?—Come, draw this curtain and let's see your picture; alas-a-day, how loth you are to offend day-light! [They kiss.] That's well, that's well; nay, you shall fight your hearts out ere I part you. So so—so so—
308 Troil. You have bereft me of all words, fair Cressida.
Pand. Words pay no debts; give her deeds.—What billing again! Here's, in witness whereof the parties interchangeably—come in, come in, you lose time both.
Troil. O Cressida, how often have I wished me here!
Cres. Wished, my lord!—The gods grant!—O, my lord—
Troil. What should they grant? what makes this pretty interruption in thy words?
Cres. I speak I know not what!
Troil. Speak ever so; and if I answer you
I know not what—it shows the more of love.
Love is a child that talks in broken language,
Yet then he speaks most plain.
Cres. I find it true, that to be wise, and love,
Are inconsistent things.