3548Troy.CAll heere my varlet, Ile vnarme againe,

3749Why should I warre without the walls of Troy:

3850That finde such cruell battell here within,

3951Each Troyan that is maister of his heart,

4052Let him to field Troylus alas hath none.

4153Pan. Will this geere nere be mended?

4254Troy. The Greeks are strong and skilfull to their strength

4355Fierce to their skill, and to their fiercenesse valiant,

4456But I am weaker then a womans teare;

4557Tamer then sleepe; fonder then ignorance,

4658Lesse valiant then the Virgin in the night,

4759And skillesse as vnpractiz'd infancy:

4860Pan. Well, I haue told you enough of this; for my part ile

4961not meddle nor make no farther; hee that will haue a cake

5062out of the wheate must tarry the grynding.

5263Tro. Haue I not tarried?

5364Pan. I the grinding; but you must tarry the boulting.

5465Troy. Haue I not tarried?

5566Paude. I the boulting; but you must tarry the leauening.

5667Troy. Still haue I tarried.

5768Pan. I, to the leauening, but heares yet in the word here-

5869after, the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating the

5970ouen, and the baking, nay you must stay the cooling too, or

6071yea may chance burne your lippes.

6172Troy. Pacience her selfe, what Godesse ere she be,

6273Doth lesser blench at suffrance then I do:

6374At Priams royall table do I sit

6475And when faire Cressid comes into my thoughts,

6576So traitor then she comes when she is thence.

6677Pand. Well shee lookt yesternight fairer then euer I saw her

6778looke, or any woman els.

6979Troy. I was about to tell thee when my heart,

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7080As wedged with a sigh would riue in twaine,

7181Least Hector or my father should perceiue mee:

7282I haue (as when the Sunne doth light a scorne)

7383Buried this sigh in wrincle of a smyle,

7484But sorrow that is coucht in seeming gladnesse,

7585Is like that mirth fate turnes to suddaine sadnesse.

7686Pan: And her haire were not some-what darker then Hel-

7787lens, well go to, there were no more comparison betweene

7888the women! but for my part she is my kinswoman, I would

7989not as they tearme it praise her, but I would som-body had

8090heard her talke yester-day as I did, I will not dispraise your

8191sister Cassandraes wit, but-------

8292Troy. Oh Pandarus I tell thee Pandarus,

8393When I do tell thee there my hopes lie drown'd

8494Reply not in how many fadomes deepe,

8595They lie indrench'd, I tell thee I am madde:

8696In Cressi}ds love? thou answerst she is faire,

8797Powrest in the open vlcer of my heart:

8898Her eyes, her haire her cheeke, her gate, her voice,

8999Handlest in thy discourse: O that her hand

90100In whose comparison all whites are ynke

91101Writing their owne reproch; to whose soft seisure,

92102The cignets downe is harsh, and spirit of sence:

93103Hard as the palme of plow-man; this thou telst me,

94104As true thou telst me, when I say I loue her,

95105But saying thus in steed of oyle and balme,

96106Thou layst in euery gash that loue hath giuen mee

97107The knife that made it.

98108Pan: I speake no more then truth.

99109Troy. Thou dost not speake so much.

100110Pan: Faith Ile not meddle in it, let her bee as shee is, if she

101111bee faire tis the better for her, and shee bee not, she has the

102112mends in her owne hands.

103113Troy. Good Pandarus, how now Pandarus?

104114Pan: I haue had my labour for my trauell, ill thought on

105115of her, and ill thought of you, gon betweene and betweene,

106116but small thanks for my labour.

107117Troy. What art thou angry Pandarus? what with me?

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.

148156Troy. Let Paris bleed tis but a scar to scorne,

149157Paris is gor'd with Menelaus horne. Alarum.

150158AEne. Harke what good sport is out of towne to day.

151159Troy. Better at home, if would I might were may:

152160But to the sport abrode are you bound thither?

153161AEne. In all swift hast.

154162Troy. Come goe wee then togither. Exeunt.