Reading The Tragedie of Troylus and Cressida — William Shakespeare

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Cres.

Hard to seeme won: but I was won my Lord

With the first glance; that euer pardon me,

If I confesse much you will play the tyrant:

I loue you now, but not till now so much

But I might maister it; infaith I lye:

My thoughts were like vnbrideled children grow

Too head‑strong for their mother: see we fooles,

Why haue I blab'd: who shall be true to vs

When we are so vnsecret to our selues?

But though I lou'd you well, I woed you not,

And yet good faith I wisht my selfe a man;

Or that we women had mens priuiledge

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

For in this rapture I shall surely speake

The thing I shall repent: see, see, your silence

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