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Pan. Ay, to the leavening: but here's yet in Tro. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, the word “hereafter,” the kneading, the making
with me? of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore she's baking; nay, you must stay the cooling too, or not so fair as Helen: an she were not kin to me, you may chance to burn your lips.
she would be as fair on Friday as Helen is on Tro. Patience herself, what goddess e'er she Sunday. But what care I? I care not, an she be,
were a blackamoor; 't is all one to me. Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do.
Tro. Say I, she is not fair ? At Priam's royal table do I sit;
Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts She's a fool to stay behind her father; let her So, traitor! when she comes! — when is she to the Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next time thence?
I see her: for my part, I 'll meddle nor make Pan. Well, she looked yesternight fairer than no more in the matter. ever I saw her look, or any woman else.
Tro. Pandarus,Tro. I was about to tell thee:- When my heart, Pan. Not I. As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain; Tro. Sweet Pandarus, Lest Hector or my father should perceive me, Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will I have (as when the sun doth light a storm) leave all as I found it, and there an end. Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile :
[Exit PANDARUS. An alarum. But sorrow that is couched in seeming gladness, Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.
rude sounds! Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair, than Helen's (well, go to), there were no more When with your blood you daily paint her thus. comparison between the women-but, for my I cannot fight upon this argument; part, she is my kinswoman; I would not, as It is too starved a subject for my sword. they term it, praise her; but I would somebody | But Pandarus-0 gods, how do you plague had heard her talk yesterday as I did. I will
me! not dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit; but I cannot come to Cressid but by Pandar;
Tro. 0, Pandarus ! I tell thee, Pandarus, And he's as tetchy to be wooed to woo, When I do tell thee, there my hopes lie drowned, As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit. Reply not in how many fathoms deep
Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love, They lie indrenched. I tell thee, I am mad What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we? In Cressid's love: thou answer’st, “ She is fair;" Her bed is India ; there she lies, a pearl : Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart
Between our Ilium and where she resides, Her eyes, her hair, her cheeks, her gait, her voice; ! Let it be called the wild and wandering flood; Handlest in thy discourse, “ O, that her hand, Ourself, the merchant; and this sailing Pandar, In whose comparison all whites are ink,
Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark. Writing their own reproach; to whose soft seizure The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense
Alarum. Enter Æneas. Hard as the palm of ploughman!” This thou Æne. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore tell'st me,
not afield ? As true thou tell’st me, when I say, “ I love her;" Tro. Because not there. This woman's answer But saying thus, instead of oil and balm,
sorts, Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given For womanish it is to be from thence.
What news, Æneas, from the field to-day? The knife that made it.
Æne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt. Pan. I speak no more than truth. Tro. By whom, Æneas ? Tro. Thou dost not speak so much.
Æne. Troilus, by Menelaus. Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in 't. Let her Tro. Let Paris bleed: 't is but a scar to scorn. be as she is: if she be fair, 't is the better for | Paris is gored with Menelaus' horn. [Alarum. her; an she be not, she has the mends in her Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town own hands.
to-day! Tro. Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus? Tro. Better at home, if “would I might” were Pan. I have had my labour for my travel :
“may."ill-thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you: But, to the sport abroad :-are you bound thither? gone between and between, but small thanks for Æne. In all swift haste. my labour.
Tro. Come, go we then together. [Exeunt.
a virtue that he hath not a glimpse of; nor any Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself. 'Would man an attaint but he carries some stain of it. 'a were himself! Well, the gods are above; He is melancholy without cause, and merry Time must friend or end : well, Troilus, well, against the hair: he hath the joints of every | I would my heart were in her body!—No, thing; but everything so out of joint, that he is Hector is not a better man than Troilus. a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use; or Cres. Excuse me. purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight.
Pan. He is elder. Cres. But how should this man, that makes Cres. Pardon me, pardon me. me smile, make Hector angry?
Pan. The other 's not come to 't; you shall Alex. They say, he yesterday coped Hector in tell me another tale when the other's come to 't. the battle, and struck him down; the disdain Hector shall not have his wit this year. and shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector Cres. He shall not need it, if he have his own. fasting and waking.
Pan. Nor his qualities.
Cres. No matter.
Pan. Nor his beauty.
Cres. 'T would not become him; his own's Alex. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.
better. Cres. Hector 's a gallant man.
Pan. You have no judgment, niece: Helen Alex. As may be in the world, lady.
herself swore the other day, that Troilus, for a Pan. What's that? what's that?
brown favour (for so 't is, I must confess)—not Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.
brown neither. Pan. Good morrow, cousin Cressid : what do Cres. No, but brown. you talk of?-Good morrow, Alexander.—How Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown. do you, cousin ? When were you at Ilium?
Cres. To say the truth, true and not true. Cres. This morning, uncle.
Pan. She praised his complexion above Paris. Pan. What were you talking of, when I came? Cres. Why, Paris hath colour enough. Was Hector armed, and gone, ere ye came to Pan. So he has. llium? Helen was not up, was she?
Cres. Then Troilus should have too much: if Cres. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up. | she praised him above, his complexion is higher Pan. E'en so; Hector was stirring early. | than his; he having colour enough, and the other Cres. That were we talking of, and of his anger. | higher, is too flaming a praise for a good comPan. Was he angry?
plexion. I had as lief Helen's golden tongue Cres. So he says here.
had commended Troilus for a copper nose. Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause, too; Pan. I swear to you, I think Helen loves him he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: | better than Paris. and there is Troilus will not come far behind Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed. him; let them take heed of Troilus; I can tell Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to them that too.
him the other day into a compassed window,Cres. What, is he angry too?
and you know he has not past three or four Pan. Who, Troilus ? Troilus is the better man hairs on his chin. of the two.
Cres. Indeed a tapster's arithmetic may soon Cres. O, Jupiter! there's no comparison. bring his particulars therein to a total.
Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector? Pan. Why, he is very young : and yet will he, Do you know a man if you see him?
within three pound, lift as much as his brother Cres. Ay; if ever I saw him before, and knew Hector.
Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus.
lifter? Cres. Then you say as I say; for I am sure Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves he is not Hector.
him ;—she came, and puts me her white hand Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some to his cloven chin,degrees.
Cres. Juno have mercy! How came it cloven? Cres. "T is just to each of them; he is himself. Pan. Why, you know 't is dimpled : I think
Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus! I would his smiling becomes him better than any man in he were,
all Phrygia. Cres. So he is.
Cres. Oh, he smiles valiantly!
Cres. O, yes! an 't were a cloud in autumn.
Pan. Why, go to, then. But to prove to you Cres. At your pleasure. that Helen loves Troilus,
Pan. Here, here, here 's an excellent place ; Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you 'll here we may see most bravely. I'll tell you prove it so.
them all by their names, as they pass by; but Pan. Troilus? Why, he esteems her no more mark Troilus above the rest. than I esteem an addle egg. Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as you
Æneas passes over the Stage. love an idle head, you would eat chickens i' the Cres. Speak not so loud. shell.
Pan. That's Æneas : is not that a brave man? Pan. I cannot choose but laugh to think how he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you. she tickled his chin. Indeed, she has a mar But mark Troilus; you shall see anon. vellous white hand, I must needs confess.
Cres. Who's that?
Antenor passes over. hair on his chin.
Pan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit, Cres. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer. I can tell you; and he's a man good enough:
Pan. But there was such laughing! Queen he's one o'the soundest judgments in Troy, whoHecuba laughed that her eyes ran o'er.
soever, and a proper man of person. When Cres. With millstones.
comes Troilus? I'll shew you Troilus anon; if Pan. And Cassandra laughed.
he see me, you shall see him nod at me.
Cres. If he do, the rich shall have more.
Hector passes over. Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen Pan. That's Hector; that, that; look you, spied on Troilus' chin.
that. There's a fellow! Go thy way, Hector! Cres. An't had been a green hair, I should - There's a brave man, niece. O, brave Hector. have laughed too.
Look how he looks! there's a countenance: is 't Pan. They laughed not so much at the hair, not a brave man? as at his pretty answer.
Cres. 0, a brave man! Cres. What was his answer ?
Pan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart goodPan. Quoth she, “Here's but one-and-fifty | Look you what hacks are on his helmet! look hairs on your chin, and one of them is white." you yonder, do you see? look you there! There's Cres. This is her question.
no jesting: there's laying on; take't off, who Pan. That's true; make no question of that. will, as they say: there be hacks! “ One-and-fifty hairs,' quoth he," and one Cres. Be those with swords? white: that white hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons.” “ Jupiter !" quoth she,
Paris passes over. “which of these hairs is Paris my husband ?" | Pan. Swords? anything, he cares not: an' “ The forked one,” quoth he; "pluck it out, the devil come to him, it's all one: by God's and give it him.” But there was such laughing! | lid, it does one's heart good-Yonder comes and Helen so blushed, and Paris so chafed, and Paris, yonder comes Paris : look ye yonder, all the rest so laughed, that it passed.
niece; is 't not a gallant man, too, is 't not ?Cres. So let it now; for it has been a great | Why, this is brave now. Who said he came hurt while going by.
home to-day? he's not hurt: why, this will do Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yester Helen's heart good now. Ha! 'would I could day; think on 't.
see Troilus now! you shall see Troilus anon. Cres. So I do.
Cres. Who's that ? Pan. I'll be sworn 't is true; he will weep you an 't were a man born in April.
Helenus passes over. Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears an 't were | Pan. That's Helenus :- I marvel where Troilus a nettle against May. [A retreat sounded. is !—that's Helenus.—I think he went not forth
Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field. to-day:—that's Helenus. Shall we stand up here, and see them, as they Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle? pass towards Ilium? Good niece, do; sweet Pan. Helenus? no ;-yes, he'll fight indifniece Cressida.
ferent well :-I marvel where Troilus is! Hark;