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Pan. Will this geer ne'er be mended ?
Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this : for my part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He, that will bave a cake out of the wheat, must 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 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.
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,
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,-
Pan. I speak no more than truth.
Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as she is : if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an she be not, slie has the mends in her own hands.
Tro. Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus?
Pan. I have had my labour for my travel ; illthought on 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 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-a-moor ; 'tis all one to me.
Tro. Say I, she is not fair ?
Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's a fool to 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. An alarum. Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours ! peace, rude
I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar;
Alarum. Enter AENEAS. Æne. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore not a
Æne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt.
Tro. Let Paris bleed: 'Tis but a scar to scorn ; Paris is gor’d with Menelaus' horn. [Alarum.
Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town to-day!
Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were may.But, to the sport abroad ;-Are you bound thither?
Æne. In all swift haste.
Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER.
Alex. Up to the eastern tower,
Cres. What was his cause of anger ?
Cres. Good; And what of him?
Aler. They say he is a very man per se, And stands alone.
Cres. So do all men ; 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