Hect. I feel it for thee: Let me go to Priam,
I'll break this treaty off; or let me fight:
I'll be thy champion, and secure both her,
And thee, and Troy.
Troil. It must not be, my brother;
For then your error would be more than mine:
I'll bring her forth, and you shall bear her hence;
That you have pitied me is my reward.
Hect. Go, then; and the good gods restore her to thee,
323 And, with her, all the quiet of thy mind!
The triumph of this kindness be thy own;
And heaven and earth this testimony yield,
That friendship never gained a nobler field. [Exeunt severally.
ACT IV. SCENE I.
Enter Pandarus and Cressida meeting.
Pand. Is't possible? no sooner got but lost?
The devil take Antenor! the young prince will go mad:
A plague upon Antenor! would they had broke his neck!
Cres. How now? what's the matter? Who was here?
Pand. Oh, oh!
Cres. Why sigh you so? O, where's my Troilus?
Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter?
Pand. Would I were as deep under the earth, as
I am above it!