Pan. Will this gear ne'er be mended?
Tro. The Greeks are strong and skilful to their strength,
Fierce to their skill and to their fierceness valiant,
But I am weaker than a woman's tear,
Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance,[938] 10
Less valiant than the virgin in the night,
And skilless as unpractised infancy.
Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this: for my part,
I 'll not meddle nor make no farther. He that will have a[939]
cake out of the wheat must needs tarry the grinding.[940] 15
Tro. Have I not tarried?
Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting.[941]
Tro. Have I not tarried?
Pan. Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the leavening.
Tro. Still have I tarried. 20
Pan. Ay, to the leavening; but here's yet in the word[942]
'hereafter,' the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating
of the oven, and the baking; nay, you must stay the[943]
cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips.[944]
Tro. Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be, 25
Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do.[945]
At Priam's royal table do I sit;[946]
And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts,—[947][948]
So, traitor!—'When she comes!'—When is she thence?[948]