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ACT I IT

Scene I IT

Enter Pandarus and Troilus.

TROILUS
Call here my varlet, I’ll unarm again.
Why should I war without the walls of Troy,
That find such cruel battle here within?

Each Trojan that is master of his heart,
Let him to field; Troilus, alas, hath none. [5]

PANDARUS
Will this gear ne’er be mended?

TROILUS
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, [10]
Less valiant than the virgin in the night,
And skilless as unpractised infancy.

PANDARUS
Well, I have told you enough of this; for my part, I’ll not meddle nor make no

farther. He that will have a cake out of the wheat must needs tarry the
grinding. [15]

TROILUS
Have I not tarried?

PANDARUS