108118Pan. Because shee's kin to me therefore shee's not so faire

109119as Hellen, and she were kin to me, she would be as faire a Fri-

110120day as Hellen, is on Sunday, but what I? I care not and shee

111121were a blackeamore, tis all one to mee.

112122Troy. Say I she is not faire?

113123Pan. I do not care whether you do or no, she's a foole to

114124stay behinde her father, let her to the Greekes, and so Ile tell

116125her the next time I see her for my part Ile meddle nor make

117126no more ith'matter.

118127Troy. Pandarus. Pan. Not I.

119128Troy. Sweete Pandarus.

120129Pan. Pray you speake no more to mee I will leaue all as I

121130found it and there an end. Exit.

123132Troy. Peace you vngracious clamors, peace rude sounds,

124133Fooles on both sides, Helleu must needes be faire,

125134When with your bloud you daylie paint her thus,

126135I cannot fight vpon this argument:

127136It is too staru'd a subiect for my sword,

128137But Pandarus: O gods! how do you plague me

129138I cannot come to Cressid but by Pandar,

130139And he's as teachy to be wood to woe,

131140As she is stubborne, chast, against all suite.

132141Tell me Apollo for thy Daphues loue

133142What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we:

134143Her bed is India there she lies, a pearle,

135144Betweene our Ilium, and where shee reides

136145Let it be cald the wild and wandring flood:

137146Our selfe the Marchant, and this sayling Pandar,

138147Our doubtfull hope, our conuoy and our barke.

140149AEne. How now prince Troylus, wherefore not afield.

142150Troy. Because not there; this womans answer sorts,

143151For womanish it is to be from thence.

144152What newes AEneas from the field to day?

145153AEne. That Paris is returned home and hurt.

146154Troy. By whom AEneas?

147155AEne. Troylus by Menelaus.

A3 Troy.