Pand. Alas, poor wench! alas, poor devil! Has not slept to-night? would a'not, a naughty man, let it sleep one twinkle? A bugbear take him!
Cres. [Knock within.]
Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see:—
My lord, come you again into my chamber.—
You smile and mock, as if I meant naughtily!
Troil. Indeed, indeed!
Cres. Come, you're deceived; I think of no such thing.— [Knock again.
How earnestly they knock! Pray, come in: I would not for all Troy you were seen here.
[Exeunt Troil. and Cres.
Pand. Who's there? What's the matter?
Will you beat down the house there!
Hect. Good morrow, my lord Pandarus; good morrow!
Pand. Who's there? prince Hector! What news with you so early?
Hect. Is not my brother Troilus here?
Pand. Here! what should he do here?