Pan. Because she's kin to me, therefore she's not so[968]
fair as Helen: an she were not kin to me, she would be as[965][969]
fair on Friday as Helen is on Sunday. But what care I?[970]
I care not an she were a black-a-moor; 'tis all one to me.[965]
Tro. Say I she is not fair? 75
Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's a
fool to stay behind her father; let her to the Greeks; and
so I'll tell her the next time I see her: for my part, I'll
meddle nor make no more i' the matter.[971]
Tro. Pandarus,— 80
Pan. Not I.
Tro. Sweet Pandarus,—
Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me: I will leave all
as I found it, and there an end. [Exit. An alarum.[972]
Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude sounds! 85
Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair,
When with your blood you daily paint her thus.
I cannot fight upon this argument;
It is too starved a subject for my sword.
But Pandarus—O gods, how do you plague me! 90
I cannot come to Cressid but by Pandar;[973]
And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo[974]
As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit.[975]
Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love,
What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we? 95
Her bed is India; there she lies, a pearl:
Between our Ilium and where she resides,[976]
Let it be call'd the wild and wandering flood,[977]
Ourself the merchant, and this sailing Pandar
Our doubtful hope, our convoy and our bark. 100
Alarum. Enter Æneas.
Æne. How now, Prince Troilus! wherefore not afield?[978]