Cres. Are you a-weary of me?
Tro. O Cressida! but that the busy day,
Waked by the lark, hath roused the ribald crows,[1860]
And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer,[1861] 10
I would not from thee.
Cres. Night hath been too brief.
Tro. Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights she stays[1862]
As tediously as hell, but flies the grasps of love[1863]
With wings more momentary-swift than thought.[1864]
You will catch cold, and curse me.
Cres. Prithee, tarry:[1865] 15
You men will never tarry.[1865][1866]
O foolish Cressid! I might have still held off,[1866][1867]
And then you would have tarried. Hark! there's one up.[1868]
Pan. [Within] What, 's all the doors open here?[1869]
Tro. It is your uncle. 20
Cres. A pestilence on him! now will he be mocking:
I shall have such a life!
Enter Pandarus.[1870]