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Troilus passes across the stage.
PANDARUS
Where? Yonder? That’s Deiphobus. − ’Tis Troilus! There’s a man, niece, hem!
− Brave Troilus, the prince of chivalry!
CRESSIDA
Peace, for shame, peace!
PANDARUS
Mark him, note him. O brave Troilus! Look [230] well upon him, niece, look
you how his sword is bloodied, and his helm more hacked than Hector’s, and
how he looks, and how he goes! O admirable youth! He ne’er saw three and
twenty. − Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way! − Had I a sister were a grace, or
a daughter a goddess, [235] he should take his choice. O admirable man!
Paris? − Paris is dirt to him, and I warrant Helen, to change, would give an
eye to boot.
Common soldiers pass across the stage.
CRESSIDA
Here come more.
PANDARUS
Asses, fools, dolts; chaff and bran, chaff and [240] bran; porridge after meat!
I could live and die i’the eyes of Troilus. Ne’er look, ne’er look, the eagles are
gone; crows and daws, crows and daws! − I had rather be such a man as
Troilus than Agamemnon and all Greece. [245]
CRESSIDA
There is among the Greeks Achilles, a better man than Troilus.
PANDARUS
Achilles? A drayman, a porter, a very camel!
CRESSIDA
Well, well.
