Scene IV. A room in Pandarus' house.[1923]
Enter Pandarus and Cressida.
Pan. Be moderate, be moderate.
Cres. Why tell you me of moderation?
The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste,
And violenteth in a sense as strong[1924]
As that which causeth it: how can I moderate it?[1924][1925] 5
If I could temporise with my affection,[1926]
Or brew it to a weak and colder palate,
The like allayment could I give my grief:
My love admits no qualifying dross;[1927]
No more my grief, in such a precious loss. 10
Enter Troilus.[1928]
Pan. Here, here, here he comes. Ah, sweet ducks![1929]
Cres. O Troilus! Troilus! [Embracing him.[1930]
Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me embrace
too. 'O heart,' as the goodly saying is,[1931]
'O heart, heavy heart,[1932] 15
Why sigh'st thou without breaking?'[1932][1933]
where he answers again,