Tro. Have I not tarry'd? Pan. Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the leavening. 1 Tro. Still have I tarry'd. 44 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 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, when she comes! So, traitor! thence? When is she Pan. Well, she look'd yesternight fairer than ever I saw her look; or any woman else. Tro. I was about to tell thee, " heart, When my As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain; But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, Pan. An her hair were not somewhat, darker than Helen's, (well, go to,) there were no more But, for my comparison between the women, part, she is my kinswoman; I would not, as they term it, praise her, But 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; Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice; Handlest in thy discourse, O, that her hand, The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense me, As true thou tell'st me, when I say I love her; But, saying, thus, instead of oil and balm, 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-a-moor; 'tis all one to me. Tro. Say 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 VOL. XIII. Greeks; and so I'll tell her, the next time I see I'll meddle nor make no more སྙ་,,, her for my part, in the matter. Tro. Pandarus, Pant Not I, Tro. Sweet Pandarus, ĒK Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; leave all as I found it, and there an end. 3381 I will [Exit PANDARUS. An Alarm. Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude sounds! Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair, When with your blood you daily paint her thus. I cannot fight upon this argument; It is too starv'd a subject for my sword. Alarum. Enter AENEAS. 6158 sorts, For womanish it is to be from thence ayosti al What news, Aeneas, from the field to-day? Aene. That Paris is returned home, and hurt: Tro. By whom, Aeneas? Aene. Troilus, by Menelaus. Tro. Let Paris bleed: 'tis but a scar to scoru Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. [Alarum. Aene. Hark! what good sport is out of town to-day! Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were amolak But, to the sport abroad ; may. Are you bound thi ther?. Aene. In all swift haste. Tro. Come, go we then together. SCENE II. The same. A Street. Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER, "Cres. Who were those went by? Alex. Queen Hecuba, and Helen. Cres. And whither go they? Alex. Up to the eastern tower, [Exeunt Whose height commands as subject all the vale, Before the sun rose, And to the field goes was harness'd light, where every flower Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw In Hector's wrath, Cres. What was his cause of anger? Alex. The noise goes, this: There is among the Greeks A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector; Cres. Good; And what of him? Alex. They say he is a very man per se, And stands alone. Cres. So do all men; sick, or have no legs. unless they are drunk, Alex. This man, Lady, hath robb'd many beasts of their particular additions; he is as valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant: a man into whom nature hath so crouded humours, that his valour is crush'd into folly, his folly sauced with discretion: there is no man hath a virtue, that he hath 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 Briarens, many hands and no use; or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight. 10 Cres, But how should this man, that makes me smile, make Hector angry?, Alex. They say, he yesterday coped Hector in the battle, and struck him down the disdair and shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector fasting and waking. Enter PANDARUSJON tor ei ad Cres. Who comes here? Alex. Madam, your uncle Pandarus? Alex. As may be in the world, Lady Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus. Pan. 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