Pand. No venture in the world; thy mother ventured it for thee, and thou shalt venture it for my little cousin, that must be.
Cress. Weigh but my fears: Prince Troilus is young.—
Pand. Marry is he; there's no fear in that, I hope: the fear were, if he were old and feeble.
Cress. And I a woman.
Pand. No fear yet; thou art a woman, and he's a man; put them together, put them together.
Cress. And if I should be frail—
Pand. There's all my fear, that thou art not frail: thou should'st be frail, all flesh is frail.
Cress. Are you my uncle, and can give this counsel to your own brother's daughter?
Pand. If thou wert my own daughter a thousand times over, I could do no better for thee; what wouldst thou have, girl? he's a prince, and a young prince and a loving young prince! an uncle, dost thou call me? by Cupid, I am a father to thee; get thee in, get thee in, girl, I hear him coming. And do you hear, niece! I give you leave to deny a little, 'twill be decent; but take heed of obstinacy, that's a vice; no obstinacy, my dear niece.
[Exit Cressida.
Enter Troilus.