CRESSIDA.
Who comes here?
ALEXANDER.
Madam, your uncle Pandarus.
CRESSIDA.
Hector’s a gallant man.
ALEXANDER.
As may be in the world, lady.
PANDARUS.
What’s that? What’s that?
CRESSIDA.
Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.
PANDARUS.
Good morrow, cousin Cressid. What do you talk of?—Good morrow, Alexander.—How do you, cousin? When were you at Ilium?
CRESSIDA.
This morning, uncle.
PANDARUS.
What were you talking of when I came? Was Hector arm’d and gone ere you came to Ilium? Helen was not up, was she?
CRESSIDA.
Hector was gone; but Helen was not up.