ah, poor capocchia! hast not slept to-night? would he not, a naughty man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him! Did not I tell you? Would he were knock'd i' the head! Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see. My lord, come you again into my chamber: You smile and mock me, as if I meant naughtily. Ha, ha! Come, you are deceived, I think of no such thing. How earnestly they knock! Pray you, come in: I would not for half Troy have you seen here. Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the door? How now! what's the matter? Good morrow, lord, good morrow. Who's there? my Lord AEneas! By my troth, I knew you not: what news with you so early? Is not Prince Troilus here? Here! what should he do here? Come, he is here, my lord; do not deny him: It doth import him much to speak with me. Is he here, say you? 'tis more than I know, I'll be sworn: for my own part, I came in late. What should he do here? Who!--nay, then: come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you're ware: you'll be so true to him, to be false to him: do not you know of him, but yet go fetch him hither; go. How now! what's the matter? My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you, My matter is so rash: there is at hand Paris your brother, and Deiphobus, The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor Deliver'd to us; and for him forthwith, Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour, We must give up to Diomedes' hand The Lady Cressida. Is it so concluded? By Priam and the general state of Troy: They are at hand and ready to effect it. How my achievements mock me! I will go meet them: and, my Lord AEneas, We met by chance; you did not find me here. Good, good, my lord; the secrets of nature Have not more gift in taciturnity. Is't possible? no sooner got but lost? The devil take Antenor! the young prince will go mad: a plague upon Antenor! I would they had broke 's neck! How now! what's the matter? who was here? Ah, ah! Why sigh you so profoundly? where's my lord? gone! Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter? Would I were as deep under the earth as I am above! O the gods! what's the matter? Prithee, get thee in: would thou