Things won are done; joy’s soul lies in the doing. 294 That she beloved knows naught that knows not this: 295 Men prize the thing ungained more than it is. 296
CRESSIDA
By the same token, you are a bawd. 288
⟨Pandarus exits.⟩
Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love’s full sacrifice 289
He offers in another’s enterprise; 290
But more in Troilus thousandfold I see 291
Than in the glass of Pandar’s praise may be. 292
Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing; 293
Things won are done; joy’s soul lies in the doing. 294
That she beloved knows naught that knows not this: 295
Men prize the thing ungained more than it is. 296
That she was never yet that ever knew 297
Love got so sweet as when desire did sue. 298
Therefore this maxim out of love I teach: 299
Achievement is command; ungained, beseech. 300
Then though my heart’s content firm love doth bear, 301
Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. 302
She exits.
