Troilus and Cressida by William Shakespeare

Troilus and Cressida

written by William Shakespeare

CRESSIDA "Hard to seem won; but I was won, my lord,

With the first glance that ever_pardon me:

If I confess much, you will plat the tyrant.

I love you now, but till now not so much

But I might master it. In faith, I lie:

My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown

Too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools!

Why have I blabbed? Who shall be true to us,

When we are so unsecret to ourselves?

But though I loved you well, I wooed you not_

And yet, good faith, I wish myself a man,

Or that we women had men's privilege

Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,

For in this rapture I shall surely speak

The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence,

Cunning in dumbness, in my weakness draws

My soul of council from me. Stop my mouth."

Act III Scene II