TROILUS.
Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus!
PANDARUS.
I have had my labour for my travail, ill thought on of her and ill thought on of you; gone between and between, but small thanks for my labour.
TROILUS.
What! art thou angry, Pandarus? What! with me?
PANDARUS.
Because she’s kin to me, therefore she’s not so fair as Helen. And she were not kin to me, she would be as fair on Friday as Helen is on Sunday. But what care I? I care not and she were a blackamoor; ’tis all one to me.
TROILUS.
Say I she is not fair?
PANDARUS.
I do not care whether you do or no. She’s a fool to stay behind her father. Let her to the Greeks; and so I’ll tell her the next time I see her. For my part, I’ll meddle nor make no more i’ the matter.
TROILUS.
Pandarus—
PANDARUS.
Not I.
TROILUS.
Sweet Pandarus—
PANDARUS.
Pray you, speak no more to me: I will leave all as I found it, and there an end.