CALCHAS.
[Within.] She comes to you.
Enter Troilus and Ulysses, at a distance; after them Thersites.
ULYSSES.
Stand where the torch may not discover us.
Enter Cressida.
TROILUS.
Cressid comes forth to him.
DIOMEDES.
How now, my charge!
CRESSIDA.
Now, my sweet guardian! Hark, a word with you.
[Whispers.]
TROILUS.
Yea, so familiar?
ULYSSES.
She will sing any man at first sight.