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TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.
ACT I. SCENE I.
Troy. Before Priam's Palace.
Troiliu. Call here my varlet, I'll unarm again:
Pan. Will this geer ne'er be mended?
Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their
Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant;
Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this: for my part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He, that will have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry the grinding.
Tro. Have I not tarry'd?
Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting.
Tro. Have I not tarry'd?
Pan. Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the leavening.
Tro. Still have I tarry'd.
Pan. Ay, to the leavening: but here's yet in the word—hereafter, the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, you must stay the cooling too, or yon may chance to burn your lips.
Tro. Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be. Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do. At Priam's royal table do I sit; And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts,—
So, traitor'.--'when she comes! When is she
Pan. Well, she look'd yesternight fairer than ever I gaw her look; or any woman else.
Tro. I was about to tell thee,—When my heart, As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain; Lest Hector or my father should perceive me, I have (as when the sun doth light a storm,) Bury'd this sigh in wrinkle of a smile: But sorrow, that is couchM in seeming gladness, Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.
Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker than Helen's, (well, go to,) there were no more comparison between the women,—But, for my part, she is my kinswoman; I would not, as they term it, praise her,—Bnt I would somebody had heard her talk yesterday, as I did. I will not dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit: but—
Tro. O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,— When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd, Reply not in how many fathoms deep They lie indrench'd. I tell thee, I am mad In Cressid's love: Thou answer'st, She is fair; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice; Handiest in thy discourse, O, that her hand, In whose comparison all whites are ink, Writing their own reproach; To whose soft seizure The cygnet's down is harsh3, and spirit of sense Hard as the palm of ploughman! This thou tell'st me, As true thou tell'st me, when I say—I love her; But, saying, thus, instead of oil and balm, Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me The knife that made it.
Pan. I speak no more than truth.
Tro. Thou dost not speak so much.
Pan. "Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as she is: if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an she be not, she has the mends in her own hands.
Tro. Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus?
Pan. I have had my labour for my travel; illthought on of her, and ill-thought on of you: gone between and between, but small thanks for my labour.
Tro. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with me?
Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore she's not so fair as Helen: an she were not kin to me, she would be as fair on Friday, as Helen is on Sunday. But what care I? I care not, an she were a black-amoor; 'tis all one to me.
Tro. Say I, she is not fair?
Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's a fool to stay behind her father; let her to the Greeks; and so I'll tell her, the next time I see her: for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more in the matter.
Pan. Not I.
Tro. Sweet Pandarus,—
Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will leave all as I found it, and there an end.
[Exit Pandarus. An Alarm.
Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude
Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair,
What Cressid is, what Pandar, and whai we?
Alarum. Enter JE v E A s.
JEne. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore not
afield? . Tro. Because not there; This woman's answer
For womanish it is to be from thence.
jEne. Troilus, by Menelaus.
Tro. Let Paris bleed: 'tis but a scal to scorn; Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. [Alarum.
JEne. Hark! what good sport is out of town today!
Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were may.— But, to the sport abroad;—Are you bound thither? ./.'«,•. In all swift haste.
Tro. Come, go we then together.