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PANDARUS
Th’other’s not come to’t; you shall tell me [85] another tale when th’other’s
come to’t. Hector shall not have his wit this year.
CRESSIDA
He shall not need it, if he have his own.
PANDARUS
Nor his qualities.
CRESSIDA
No matter. [90]
PANDARUS
Nor his beauty.
CRESSIDA
‘Twould not become him; his own’s better.
PANDARUS
You have no judgement, niece. Helen herself swore th’other day that Troilus,
for a brown favour − for so ’tis, I must confess − not brown neither − [95]
CRESSIDA
No, but brown.
PANDARUS
Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown.
CRESSIDA
To say the truth, true and not true.
PANDARUS
She praised his complexion above Paris.
CRESSIDA
Why, Paris hath colour enough. [100]
