Enter Pandarus and Troilus’ Boy, meeting.
PANDARUS.
How now! Where’s thy master? At my cousin Cressida’s?
BOY.
No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him thither.
Enter Troilus.
PANDARUS.
O, here he comes. How now, how now?
TROILUS.
Sirrah, walk off.
[Exit Boy.]
PANDARUS.
Have you seen my cousin?
TROILUS.
No, Pandarus. I stalk about her door
Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks
Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon,
And give me swift transportance to these fields
Where I may wallow in the lily beds
Propos’d for the deserver! O gentle Pandar,
from Cupid’s shoulder pluck his painted wings,
and fly with me to Cressid!
PANDARUS.
Walk here i’ th’ orchard, I’ll bring her straight.