Troil. I'll make one,
And try to lose an anxious thought or two
In heat of action.
Thus, coward-like, from love to war I run,
Seek the less dangers, and the greater shun.[Exit Troil.
Enter Cressida.
Cres. My lord Æneas, who were those went by?
I mean the ladies.
Æn. Queen Hecuba and Helen.
Cres. And whither go they?
Æn. Up to the western tower,
Whose height commands, as subject, all the vale,
To see the battle. Hector, whose patience
Is fixed like that of heaven, to-day was moved;
276 He chid Andromache, and struck his armourer,
And, as there were good husbandry in war.
Before the sun was up he went to field;
Your pardon, lady, that's my business too.[Exit Æneas.
Cres. Hector's a gallant warrior.
Enter Pandarus.
Pand. What's that, what's that?
Cres. Good-morrow, uncle Pandarus.