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A prologue arm’d, —but not in confidence
Johnson has pointed out that the Prologue was spoken by one of the characters in armour. This was noticed, because in general the speaker of the Prologne wore a black cloak.
b Vaunt—the van.
SCENE I.-Troy. Before Priam's Palace.
Enter TROLUS armed, and PANDARUS.
Pan. Will this geer ne'er be mended ?
Pan. 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.
Tro. Have I not tarried ?
Pan. Ay, the grinding: but you must tarry the bolting
Tro. Have I not tarried ?
Pan. Ay, the bolting : but you must tarry the leavening.
Tro. Still have I tarried.
Pan. Ay, to the leavening : but here 's yet in the word hereafter, kreading, the mak of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips.
a Varlet-a servant. Tooke considers that varlet and valet are the same; and that, as well as harlot, they mean hireling.
Tro. Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be, Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do. 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 ?
Pan. Well, she looked yesternight fairer than ever I saw her look, or any woman else.
Tro. I was about to tell thee,-When my heart,
Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker than Helen's (well, go to), there were no more comparison between the women. But, for my part, she is my kinswoman; I would not, as they term it, praise her,—But I would somebody had heard her talk yesterday, as I did. I will not dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit; but
Tro. 0, Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,-
å We do not receive this passage as an interjection beginning “O! that her hand;" for what does Troilus desire ?-the wish is incomplete. The meaning we conceive to be rather,-in thy discourse thou handlest that hand of hers, in whose comparison, &c.
The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense a
Pan. I speak no more than truth.
Pan. 'Faith, I 'll not meddle in 't. Let her be as she is : if she be fair 't is the better for her; an she be not she has the mends in her own hands.'
Tro. Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus ?
Pan. I have had my labour for my travel; illthought on of her, and ill-thought on of you : gone between and between, but small thanks for my
labour. Tro. What, art thou angry, Pandarus ? what, with
me? Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore she's not so fair as Helen : an she were not kin to me, she would be as fair on Friday as Helen is on Sunday. But what care I? I care not an she were a black-a-moor; 't is all one to me.
Tro. Say I she is not fair ?
Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. fool to stay behind her father; let her to the Greeks; and so I 'll tell her the next time I see her : for my part, I 'll meddle nor make no more in the matter.
Tro. Pandarus,— Pan. Not I. Tro. Sweet Pandarus,Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will leave all as I found it, and there an end.
[Exit PANDARUS. An alarum. Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours ! peace, rude
sounds! a Johnson explains spirit of sense as the most exquisite sensibility of touch.
Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair,
Alarum. Enter Æneas.
Tro. Because not there : This woman's answer sorts,
Æne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt.
Troilus, by Menelaus.
[Alarum. Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town to-day! Tro. Better at home, if “ would I might” were
Come, go we then together.
[Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. Street,
Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER. Cres. Who were those went by ?