Beginning in the middle; starting thence away Like, or find fault; do as your pleasures are; ACT I. SCENE I.-Troy. Before Priam's Palace. Enter TROILUS, armed, and PANDARUS. TRO. The Grecks are strong, and skilful to their strength Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant; But I am weaker than a woman's tear, Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance, PAN. Well, I have told you enough of this: for my par I'll not meddle nor make no farther. He that will have cake out of the wheat must needs 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 tarried. PAN. Ay, to the leavening: but here's yet in the wor 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,— So, traitor! when she comes!-When is she 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, 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 comparison between the women. But, for my 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; Writing their own reproach; to whose soft seizure Hard as the palm of ploughman;—this thou tell'st me, Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me PAN. I speak no more than truth. TRO. Thou dost not speak so much. PAN. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in 't. if she be fair 't is the better for her; the mends in her own hands. Let her be as she is: an she be not she has TRO. Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus? PAN. I have had my labour for my travel; ill-thought oc 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 far 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 i not an she were a black-a-moor; 't is all one to me. TRO. Say I she is not fair? PAN. I do not care whether you do or no. She's a fo to stay behind her father; let her to the Greeks; and sol tell her the next time I see her: for my part, I'll medd: nor make no more in the matter. TRO. Pandarus, PAN. Not I. TRO. Sweet Pandarus, PAN. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will leave all as ! It is too starv'd a subject for my sword. Alarum. Enter ENEAS. ENE. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore not afield! TRO. Because not there: This woman's answer sorts, For womanish it is to be from thence. What news, Eneas, from the field to-day? ENE. That Paris is returned home, and hurt. ENE. Troilus, by Menelaus. TRO. Let Paris bleed: 't is but a scar to scorn; Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. [Alarum. may." ENE. Hark! what good sport is out of town to-day! Come, go we then together. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. A Street. Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER. Queen Hecuba, and Helen. CRES. Who were those went by? CRES. And whither go they? Up to the eastern tower, Whose height commands as subject all the vale, He chid Andromache, and struck his armourer; 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; They call him Ajax. CRES. Good; and what of him? ALEX. They say he is a very man per se, And stands alone. CRES. So do all inen; unless they are drunk, sick, or have 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: a man into whom nature hath so crowded humours, that his valour is crushed 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 everything; but everything so out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use; or purblinde. Argus, all eyes and no sight. CRES. But how should this man, that makes me smile make Hector angry? ALEX. They say he yesterday coped Hector in the batte and struck him down; the disdain and shame whereof hat ever since kept Hector fasting and waking. Enter PANDARUS. CRES. Who comes here? ALEX. Madam, your uncle Pandarus. ALEX. As may be in the world, lady. CRES. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus. PAN. Good morrow, cousin Cressid: What do you talk c^ -Good morrow, Alexander.-How do you, cousin? were you at Ilium? CRES. This morning, uncle. Whe PAN. What were you talking of when I came? Hector armed, and gone, ere ye came to Ilium? W Helen W not up, was she? CRES. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up. CRES. That were we talking of, and of his anger. CRES. So he says here. 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. CRES. What, is he angry too? PAN. Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man of the two. |