PANDARUS.
Troilus! Why, he esteems her no more than I esteem an addle egg.
CRESSIDA.
If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i’ th’ shell.
PANDARUS.
I cannot choose but laugh to think how she tickled his chin. Indeed, she has a marvell’s white hand, I must needs confess.
CRESSIDA.
Without the rack.
PANDARUS.
And she takes upon her to spy a white hair on his chin.
CRESSIDA.
Alas, poor chin! Many a wart is richer.
PANDARUS.
But there was such laughing! Queen Hecuba laugh’d that her eyes ran o’er.
CRESSIDA.
With millstones.
PANDARUS.
And Cassandra laugh’d.
CRESSIDA.
But there was a more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes. Did her eyes run o’er too?