Troilus and Cressida, Act III, Scene 2
TROILUS:
Why was my Cressid then so hard to win?
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 play 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 wished 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 counsel from me. Stop my mouth.
TROILUS:
And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence.
He kisses her.