PANDARUS.
Why, he is very young, and yet will he within three pound lift as much as his brother Hector.
CRESSIDA.
Is he so young a man and so old a lifter?
PANDARUS.
But to prove to you that Helen loves him: she came and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin—
CRESSIDA.
Juno have mercy! How came it cloven?
PANDARUS.
Why, you know, ’tis dimpled. I think his smiling becomes him better than any man in all Phrygia.
CRESSIDA.
O, he smiles valiantly!
PANDARUS.
Does he not?
CRESSIDA.
O yes, an ’twere a cloud in autumn!
PANDARUS.
Why, go to, then! But to prove to you that Helen loves Troilus—
CRESSIDA.
Troilus will stand to the proof, if you’ll prove it so.