Page 2762 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting.

TROILUS
Have I not tarried? [20]

PANDARUS
Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the leavening.

TROILUS
Still have I tarried.

PANDARUS
Ay, to the leavening; but here’s yet in the word hereafter the kneading, the
making of the cake, [25] the heating of the oven, and the baking. Nay, you

must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips.

TROILUS
Patience herself, what goddess e’er she be,
Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do. [30]
At Priam’s royal table do I sit,

And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts −
So, traitor! − ‘when she comes’? − when is she thence?

PANDARUS
Well, she looked yesternight fairer than ever I saw her look, or any woman
else. [35]

TROILUS
I was about to tell thee − when my heart,
As wedgèd with a sigh, would rive in twain,

Lest Hector or my father should perceive me,
I have, as when the sun doth light a storm,
Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile; [40]

But sorrow that is couched in seeming gladness
Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.

PANDARUS