Many a wart is richer134.
PANDARUS But there was such laughing! Queen Hecuba
laughed that136 her eyes ran o’er.
CRESSIDA With millstones137.
PANDARUS And Cassandra laughed.
CRESSIDA But there was more temperate fire under the pot139 of
her eyes: did her eyes run o’er too?
PANDARUS And Hector laughed.
CRESSIDA At what was all this laughing?
PANDARUS Marry143, at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus’
chin.
CRESSIDA An’t had been a green145 hair, I should have laughed
too.
PANDARUS They laughed not so much at the hair as at his
pretty148 answer.
CRESSIDA What was his answer?
PANDARUS Quoth she, ‘Here’s but two and fifty hairs on your
chin, and one of them is white.’
CRESSIDA This is her question.
PANDARUS That’s true, make no question of that. ‘Two and fifty
hairs154,’ quoth he, ‘and one white: that white hair is my father,
and all the rest are his sons155.’ ‘Jupiter!’ quoth she, ‘Which of
these hairs is Paris, my husband?’ ‘The forked156 one,’ quoth
he, ‘pluck’t out, and give it him.’ But there was such
laughing, and Helen so blushed, and Paris so chafed158, and all
the rest so laughed, that it passed159.
CRESSIDA So let it now160, for it has been a great while going by.
PANDARUS Well, cousin. I told you a thing yesterday: think on’t.
CRESSIDA So I do.
PANDARUS I’ll be sworn ’tis true, he will weep you, an ’twere a
man born in April163.
Sound a retreat
CRESSIDA And I’ll spring165 up in his tears, an ’twere a nettle
against May.
PANDARUS Hark, they are coming from the field: shall we stand
up here and see them as they pass toward Ilium? Good niece,
do, sweet niece Cressida.
CRESSIDA At your pleasure.
PANDARUS Here, here, here’s an excellent place, here we may
see most bravely172. I’ll tell you them all by their names as they
pass by, but mark173 Troilus above the rest.
Enter Aeneas [and passes over the stage]
CRESSIDA Speak not so loud.
PANDARUS That’s Aeneas. Is not that a brave175 man? He’s one of
the flowers of Troy, I can tell you. But mark Troilus: you shall
see anon177.
CRESSIDA Who’s that?
Enter Antenor [and passes over the stage]
PANDARUS That’s Antenor. He has a shrewd179 wit, I can tell you,
and he’s a man good enough: he’s one o’th’soundest
judgement180 in Troy whosoever181, and a proper man of person.
When comes Troilus? I’ll show you Troilus anon: if he see
me, you shall see him nod at me.
CRESSIDA Will he give you the nod184?
PANDARUS You shall see.
CRESSIDA If he do, the rich shall have more186.
Enter Hector [and passes over the stage]
PANDARUS That’s Hector, that, that, look you, that there’s a
fellow! Go thy way188, Hector! There’s a brave man, niece. O
brave Hector! Look how he looks! There’s a countenance189. Is’t
not a brave man?
CRESSIDA O brave man!
PANDARUS Is a not? It does a192 man’s heart good. Look you what
hacks193 are on his helmet. Look you yonder, do you see? Look
you there? There’s no jesting194, there’s laying on, take’t off
who will, as they say. There be hacks!
CRESSIDA Be those with swords196?
Enter Paris [and passes over the stage]
PANDARUS Swords, anything, he cares not: an the devil come to
him, it’s all one. By God’s lid198, it does one’s heart good. Yonder
comes Paris, yonder comes Paris. Look ye yonder, niece. Is’t
not a gallant man too, is’t not? Why, this is brave now. Who
said he came hurt home today? He’s not hurt. Why, this will
do Helen’s heart good now, ha? Would I could see Troilus
now. You shall see Troilus anon.
CRESSIDA Who’s that?
Enter Helenus [and passes over the stage]
PANDARUS That’s Helenus. I marvel205 where Troilus is. That’s
Helenus, I think he206 went not forth today: that’s Helenus.
CRESSIDA Can Helenus fight, uncle?
PANDARUS Helenus? No. Yes, he’ll fight indifferent208 well. I
marvel where Troilus is. Hark, do you not hear the people
cry ‘Troilus’? Helenus is a priest.
CRESSIDA What sneaking211 fellow comes yonder?
Enter Troilus [and passes over the stage]
PANDARUS Where? Yonder? That’s Deiphobus. ’Tis Troilus!
There’s a man, niece!—
Hem!214 Brave Troilus, the prince of chivalry!
CRESSIDA Peace, for shame, peace!
PANDARUS Mark him, note him. O brave Troilus! Look well
upon him, niece. Look you how his sword is bloodied, and his
helm218 more hacked than Hector’s, and how he looks, and
how he goes219. O admirable youth! He ne’er saw three and
twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way! Had I a sister were a
grace221, or a daughter a goddess, he should take his choice. O
admirable man! Paris? Paris is dirt to222 him, and I warrant
Helen, to change223, would give money to boot.
Enter Common Soldiers [and pass over the stage]
CRESSIDA Here come more.
PANDARUS Asses, fools, dolts.
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