Pand. Good-morrow, cousin Cressida. When were you at court?
Cres. This morning, uncle.
Pand. What were you a talking, when I came? Was Hector armed, and gone ere ye came? Hector was stirring early.
Cres. That I was talking of, and of his anger.
Pand. Was he angry, say you? true, he was so, and I know the cause. He was struck down yesterday in the battle, but he'll lay about him; he'll cry quittance with them to-day. I'll answer for him. And there's Troilus will not come far behind him: let them take heed of Troilus, I can tell them that too.
Cres. What, was he struck down too?
Pand. Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man of the two.
Cres. Oh Jupiter! there's no comparison! Troilus the better man.
Pand. What, no comparison between Hector and Troilus? do you know a man if you see him?
Cres. No: for he may look like a man, and not be one.