CRESSIDA.
Well, well.
PANDARUS.
Well, well! Why, have you any discretion? Have you any eyes? Do you know what a man is? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man?
CRESSIDA.
Ay, a minc’d man; and then to be bak’d with no date in the pie, for then the man’s date is out.
PANDARUS.
You are such a woman! A man knows not at what ward you lie.
CRESSIDA.
Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my secrecy, to defend mine honesty; my mask, to defend my beauty; and you, to defend all these; and at all these wards I lie, at a thousand watches.
PANDARUS.
Say one of your watches.
CRESSIDA.
Nay, I’ll watch you for that; and that’s one of the chiefest of them too. If I cannot ward what I would not have hit, I can watch you for telling how I took the blow; unless it swell past hiding, and then it’s past watching.
PANDARUS.
You are such another!
Enter Troilus' Boy.
BOY.
Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you.