ACT I.
SCENE 2. Troy. A street
(continued)
[Enter PANDARUS.]
CRESSIDA.
Who comes here?
ALEXANDER.
Madam, your uncle Pandarus.
CRESSIDA.
Hector's a gallant man.
ALEXANDER.
As may be in the world, lady.
PANDARUS.
What's that? What's that?
CRESSIDA.
Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.
PANDARUS.
Good morrow, cousin Cressid. What do you talk of?--Good
morrow, Alexander.--How do you, cousin? When were you at Ilium?
CRESSIDA.
This morning, uncle.
PANDARUS.
What were you talking of when I came? Was Hector arm'd
and gone ere you came to Ilium? Helen was not up, was she?
CRESSIDA.
Hector was gone; but Helen was not up.
PANDARUS.
E'en so. Hector was stirring early.
CRESSIDA.
That were we talking of, and of his anger.
PANDARUS.
Was he angry?
CRESSIDA.
So he says here.
PANDARUS.
True, he was so; I know the cause too; he'll lay about
him today, I can tell them that. And there's Troilus will not
come far behind him; let them take heed of Troilus, I can tell
them that too.
CRESSIDA.
What, is he angry too?
PANDARUS.
Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man of the two.
CRESSIDA.
O Jupiter! there's no comparison.
PANDARUS.
What, not between Troilus and Hector? Do you know a man
if you see him?
CRESSIDA.
Ay, if I ever saw him before and knew him.
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