PAN. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the boultTRO. Have I not tarry'd? [ing. PAN. Ay, the boulting; but you must tarry the leav'ning. TRO. Still have I tarry'd. PAN. Ay, to the leav'ning: but here's yet in the word -hereafter, the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating the oven, and the baking; nay, you must ftay the cooling too, or you may chance burn your lips. TRO. Patience herfelf, what goddess e'er fhe be, Doth leffer blench at fufferance than I do. At Priam's royal table do I fit; And when fair Crefid comes into my thoughts,- TRO. I was about to tell thee,-When my heart, But forrow, that is couch'd in feeming gladness, PAN. An 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 kinswoman; I would not, as they term it, praise her,But, I would, fomebody had heard her talk yesterday, as I did. I will not difpraise your fifter Caffandra's wit; but TRO. O, Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,· When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd, They lie indrench'd. I tell thee, I am mad In Crefid's love: Thou anfwer'ft, She is fair; Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait; her voice Writing their own reproach; to whose foft feizure Thou lay'it in every gash that love hath given me PAN. I fpeak no more than truth. TRO. Thou doft not speak so much. PAN. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as fhe is: if the be fair, 'tis the better for her; an fhe be not, she has the mends in her own hands. TRO. Good Pandarus! Why, how now, Pandarus? PAN. I have had my labour for my travel; ill-thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you: gone between and between, but fmall thanks for my labour. TRO. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with me? PAN. Because fhe's kin to me, therefore she's not fo fair as Helen: an fhe were not kin to me, she would be as fair o'friday as Helen is on funday. But what care I? I care not, an fhe were a black-a-moor; 'tis all one to me. TRO. Say I, fhe is not fair? PAN. I do not care whether you do or no. She's a 10 harsh, and fpirit PAN. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the boultTRO. Have I not tarry'd? [ing. PAN. Ay, the boulting; but you muft tarry the leav'ning. TRO. Still have I tarry'd. PAN. Ay, to the leav'ning: but here's yet in the word -hereafter, the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating the oven, and the baking; nay, you must ftay the cooling too, or you may chance burn your lips. TRO. Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be, Doth leffer blench at fufferance than I do. At Priam's royal table do I fit; And when fair Crefid comes into my thoughts,- When is the thence? PAN. Well, the look'd yefter-night fairer than ever I faw her look; or any woman elfe. TRO. I was about to tell thee,- When my heart, But forrow, that is couch'd in feeming gladness, PAN. An 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 kinswoman; I would not, as they term it, praise her, But, I would, fomebody had heard her talk yesterday, as I did. I will not dispraise your fifter Cassandra's wit; but TRO. O, Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus, When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd, They lie indrench'd. I tell thee, I am mad Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait; her voice Writing their own reproach; to whose foft feizure Thou lay'it in every gash that love hath given me PAN. I speak no more than truth. TRO. Thou doft not speak so much. PAN. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as fhe is: if fhe be fair, 'tis the better for her; an fhe be not, fhe has the mends in her own hands. TRO. Good Pandarus! Thy, how now, Pandarus? PAN. I have had my labour for my travel; ill-thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you: gone between and between, but fmall thanks for my labour. TRO. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with me? PAN. Because fhe's kin to me, therefore fhe's not fo fair as Helen: an fhe were not kin to me, she would be as fair o'friday as Helen is on funday. But what care I? I care not, an fhe were a black-a-moor; 'tis all one to me. TRO. Say I, fhe is not fair? PAN. I do not care whether you do or no. She's a 10 harfh, and fpirit fool, to ftay behind her father; let her to the Greeks; and fo I'll tell her, the next time I fee her: for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more i'th' matter. PAN. Pray you, fpeak no more to me; I will leave all as I found it, and there an end. [Exit PANDARUS. Alarums heard. TRO. Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude founds! Fools on both fides! Helen muft needs be fair, When with your blood you daily paint her thus. It is too ftarv'd a fubject for my fword. But Pandarus-O, gods, how do you plague me! ENE. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore not afield? TRO. Because not there; This woman's answer forts, For womanish it is to be from thence. What news, Eneas, from the field to-day? ENE. That Paris is returned home, and hurt. 19 ftubborne, chaft, |