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SCENE I. Troy. Before Prian's Palace. ;
Enter TROILUS armed, and PANDARYS.
Pan. Will this geer ne'er be mended ?
Pan. Well, I have told you enoởgh of this: for mý 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 tarried?
Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting.
Tro. Have I not tarried?
Pan. Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the leavening.
Tro. Still have I tårried.
Pan. Ay, to the leavening: but here's yet in the word-bereafter, the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, you must stay the cooling too, or you 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 sbe thence?
Pan. Well, she looked yesternight fairer than ever I saw her look, or any woman else.
Tro. I was about to tell thee, When my heart,
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 lier, - But I would somebody had heard her talk yeslerday, as I did. I will not dispraise your sister Cassandra's wil;
Tro. O Pandarús! I tell thee, Pandarus,– ,
Handlest in thy discourse, O, that her hand,
Pan. I speak no more than truth. i . ..,
Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as slie is: if she be fair, 'lis the better for her; an she be not, she has the mends in her own hands.
Tro. Good Pandarus! How now, Pandaras?:
Pan. I have had my labour for my travel ; ill-thought on of her, and ill-thought on of 'you: gone between and between, but sónall thanks for my labour. Hoon
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-a-inoor; 'lis all one to me. Si | Tro. $ay 1, 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.
Tro. Pandarus,-.,. . . ,
Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will leave all as I found it, and there an end.
Exit Pandarus. An Alarum. · Tró. Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude
sounds! Fools on both sides ! Helen' must needs be fair, U'I' When with your blood you daily paint her thus.is I cannot fight upon this argument; . ; inhi..
It is too starv'd a subject for my sword.
Alarum. ' Enter ÆNE A'S.
Tro. Because not there; This woman's answer sorts,
Æne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt.
Troilus, by Menelaus.
Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town to-day!
Tro. Better at hoine, if would I might, were máy:But, to the sport abroad ;-Are you bound thither? Æne. In all swift haste.
Come, go we then together.
[Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. A Street.
Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER.
Queen Hecuba and Helen.
Up to the eastern tower, Whose height commands as subject all the vale, To see the battle. Hector, whose patience, Is, as a virtue, fix’d, to-day was movid: He chid Andromache, and struck his armourer;
And, like as there were husbandry in war, ilu,
What was his cause of anger?
Good; And what of him? Alex. They say he is a very man per se, ... ) And stands alone. ,,
Cres. So do all men ; unless they are drunk, sick, or bave no legs...
Alex. This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts of their particular additions; he is as valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant: å inạn into whom nature hath so crowded humours, that his valour is crushed into folly, his folly sąuced with discretion: there is no man hath a virtue, that he bath not a glimpse of; nor any man an attaint, but he carries some stain of it: he is melancholy without cause, and merry against the hair: He hath the joints of every thing ; but every thing so out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use; or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight. ,
°Cres. But how should this man, that makes me smile, make Hector angry?
Aler. They say, he yesterday coped Hector in the battle, and struck him down: the disdain and shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector fasting and waking
Enter PANDARUS. :: wii Cres. Who comes here? Alex. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.. riiii... Cres. Hector's a gallant man. Alex. As may be in the world, lady. Pan. What's that? what's that? ::;'!. Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus. Pan. Good morrow, cousin Cressid: What do you