Helen, Wife to Menelaus, in Love with Paris. Creffida, Daughter to Calchas, in Love with Troilus. Trojan and Greek Soldiers, with other Attendants. SCENE Troy and the Grecian Camp. TROH TRO ILUS A N D CRESSID A ACTI SCENE I SCENE Troy. Enter Pandarus and Troilus. TROIL V S. ALL here my Varlet, I'll unarm again. That find fuch cruel Battel here within ? Let him to Field, Troilus alas hath none. Pan. Will this Geer ne'er be mended? Troi. The Greeks are ftrong, and skilful to their ftrength, Fierce to their skill, and to their fiercenefs valiant: But I am weaker than a Woman's Tear, T13 Pan. Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this: For my Part, I'll not meddle nor make any farther. He that will have a Cake out of the Wheat, muft needs tarry the Grinding. Troi. Have I not tarried? Pan. Ay, the Grinding; but you must tarry the Boulting. Troi. Have I not tarried? Pan. Ay, the Boulting; but you must tarry the Leav'ning. Troi. Still have I tarried. Pan. Ay, to the Leav'ning: 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. Troi. Patience her felf, what Goddefs e'er the be, And when fair Creffid comes into my Thoughts,- She look'd yesternight fairer than ever I faw her look, any Trei. I was about to tell thee, when my Heart, But Sorrow, that is couch'd in ferming Gladness, Pan. And her Hair were not fomewhat darker than Helen's well-go to, there were no more Comparison between the Women. But for my part fhe is my Kinfwoman, I would not (as they term it) praise it but I would fome Body had heard her talk yesterday, as I did: I will not difpraise your Sifter Caffandra's Wit, but Troi. O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus When I do tell thee, there my Hopes lye drown'd, Reply not in how many Fathoms deep They lye intrench'd. I tell thee, I am mad Her Eyes, her Hair, her Cheek, her Gate, her Voice, Handleft |