_Troil._ I'll make one, And try to lose an anxious thought or two In heat of action. Thus, coward-like, from love to war I run, Seek the less dangers, and the greater shun. [_Exit_ TROIL. _Enter_ CRESSIDA. _Cres._ My lord AEneas, who were those went by? I mean the ladies. _AEn._ Queen Hecuba and Helen. _Cres._ And whither go they? _AEn._ Up to the western tower, Whose height commands, as subject, all the vale, To see the battle. Hector, whose patience Is fixed like that of heaven, to-day was moved; He chid Andromache, and struck his armourer, And, as there were good husbandry in war. Before the sun was up he went to field; Your pardon, lady, that's my business too. [_Exit_ AENEAS. _Cres._ Hector's a gallant warrior. _Enter_ PANDARUS. _Pand._ What's that, what's that? _Cres._ Good-morrow, uncle Pandarus. _Pand._ Good-morrow, cousin Cressida. When were you at court? _Cres._ This morning, uncle. _Pand._ What were you a talking, when I came? Was Hector armed, and gone ere ye came? Hector was stirring early. _Cres._ That I was talking of, and of his anger. _Pand._ Was he angry, say you? true, he was so, and I know the cause. He was struck down yesterday in the battle, but he'll lay about him; he'll cry quittance with them to-day. I'll answer for him. And there's Troilus will not come far behind him: let them take heed of Troilus, I can tell them that too. _Cres._ What, was he struck down too? _Pand._ Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man of the two. _Cres._ Oh Jupiter! there's no comparison! Troilus the better man. _Pand._ What, no comparison between Hector and Troilus? do you know a man if you see him? _Cres._ No: for he may look like a man, and not be one. _Pand._ Well, I say Troilus is Troilus. _Cres._ That's what I say; for I am sure he is not Hector. _Pand._ No, nor Hector is not Troilus: make your best of that, niece! _Cres._ 'Tis true, for each of them is himself. _Pand._ Himself! alas, poor Troilus! I would he were himself: well, the gods are all-sufficient, and time must mend or end. I would he were himself, and would I were a lady for his sake. I would not answer for my maidenhead.--No, Hector is not a better man than Troilus. _Cres._ Excuse me. _Pand._ Pardon me; Troilus is in the bud, 'tis early day with him; you shall tell me another tale when Troilus is come to bearing; and yet he will not bear neither, in some sense. No, Hector shall never have his virtues. _Cres._ No matter. _Pand._ Nor his beauty, nor his fashion, nor his wit; he shall have nothing of him. _Cres._ They would not become him, his own are better. _Pand._ How, his own better! you have no judgment, niece; Helen herself swore, the other day, that Troilus, for a manly brown complexion,--for so it is, I must confess--not brown neither. _Cres._ No, but very brown.