Re-enter Cressida.[1906]
Cres. How now! what's the matter? who was here?
Pan. Ah, ah![1907]
Cres. Why sigh you so profoundly? where's my lord?
gone! Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter? 80
Pan. Would I were as deep under the earth as I am
above!
Cres. O the gods! What's the matter?
Pan. Prithee, get thee in: would thou hadst ne'er been[1908]
born! I knew thou wouldst be his death: O, poor gentleman! 85
A plague upon Antenor!
Cres. Good uncle, I beseech you, on my knees I beseech[1909]
you, what's the matter?[1909]
Pan. Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be gone;
thou art changed for Antenor: thou must to thy father,[1910] 90
and be gone from Troilus: 'twill be his death; 'twill be his
bane; he cannot bear it.[1911]
Cres. O you immortal gods! I will not go.