IN Troy, there lies the scene. From isles of Greece With wanton Paris sleeps; and that's the quarrel. And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge 10 Their warlike fraughtage. Now on Dardan plains Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits, Like or find fault; do as your pleasures are: SCENE I. Troy. Before Priam's Palace. Troilus. Call here my varlet; I'll unarm again: Why should I war without the walls of Troy, That find such cruel battle here within? Each Trojan that is master of his heart, Let him to field; Troilus, alas! hath none. Pandarus. Will this gear ne'er be mended? Troilus. The Greeks 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, Pandarus. Well, I have told you enough of this; for my part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He that will have a cake out of the wheat must needs tarry the grinding. Troilus. Have I not tarried? Pandarus. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting. Troilus. Have I not tarried? Pandarus. Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the leavening. Troilus. Still have I tarried. 20 Pandarus. 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. Troilus. 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? 30 Pandarus. Well, she looked yesternight fairer than ever I saw her look, or any woman else. Troilus. I was about to tell thee.-When my heart, As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain, Lest Hector or my father should perceive me, I have, as when the sun doth light a storm, Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile; But sorrow that is couch'd in seeming gladness 39 Pandarus. 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— Troilus. O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,- - 1 In Cressid's love: thou answer'st 'she is fair;' Hard as the palm of ploughman. This thou tell'st me, Pandarus. I speak no more than truth. Troilus. Thou dost not speak so much. Pandarus. Faith, I'll not meddle in 't. is: if she be fair, 't is the better for her; has the mends in her own hands. my 50 60 Let her be as she an she be not, she travail; ill-thought Troilus. Good Pandarus, how now, Pandarus! Pandarus. I have had my labour for on of her and ill-thought on of you; gone between and between, but small thanks for my labour. 70 Troilus. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with me? |