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thought on of her, and ill thought on of you: gone between and between, but small thanks for my labour.
Troi. 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.
81 Troi. Say I, she is not fair ?
Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. fool, tp 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. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will leave all as I found it, and there an end. [Exit PANDARUS.
[Sound Alarum. Troi. Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude sounds!
92 Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair, When with
blood you daily paint her thus. I cannot fight upon this argument; It is too starv'd a subject for my
sword. But Pandarus-O gods, how do you plague me ! I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar; And he's as teachy to be woo'd to woo, As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit. 100
Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love,
and our bark. [ Alarum.] Enter ÆNEAS. Æne. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore not
afield? Troi. Because not there; This woman's answer
Æne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt.
Troi. Let Paris bleed : 'tis but a scar to scorn ; Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. ( Alarumho Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town to
day! Troi. Better at home, if would I might, were may.But, to the sport abroad ;-Are you bound thither ?
Æne. In all swift haste.
SCENE SCENE II.
A Street. Enter CRESSIDA, and ALEXANDER her
Cre. Who were those went by?
Serv. Up to the eastern tower,
goes he ;
where every flower
Cre. What was his cause of anger ?
Cre. Good; And what of him ?
Seru, They say he is a very man per se, 140 And stands alone.
Cre. So do all men; unless they are drunk, sick, or have no legs. Şerv. 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 'crowded humours, that his valour is crushed into folly, his folly sauced with disa cretion : 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 Briareus, many hands and no use; or purblinded Argus, all eyes and no sight.
Cre. But how should this man, that makes me smile, make Hector angry?
Serv. They say, he yesterday cop'd Hector in the battle, and struck him down ; the disdain and shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector fasting and waking.
Cre. Who comes here?
Pan. Good morrow, cousin Cressid : What do you talk of -Good morrow, Alexander.- How do yoll, cousin ? When were you at Ilium?
170 Cre. This morning, uncle.
Pan. What were you talking of, when I came ? Was Hector arm'd, and gone, ere ye came to Ilium? Helen was not up, was she:
Cre. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up.
Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause too; he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that : and there's Troilus will not come far behind him; let them take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that too. 183
Cre. What, is he angry too?
Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector? Do you know a man,
you see him? Cre. Ay; if I ever saw him before, and knew him. Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus.
190 Cre. Then you say as I say; for, I am sure, he is not Hector.
Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some de. grecs.
Cre. 'Tis just to each of them ; he is himself.
Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus! I would, he were,
Cre. So he is.