_Pand._ That is Helenus.--I marvel where Troilus is all this while;--that is Helenus.--I think Troilus went not forth to-day;--that's Helenus. _Cres._ Can Helenus fight, uncle? _Pand._ Helenus! No, yes; he'll fight indifferently well.--I marvel in my heart what's become of Troilus:--Hark! do you not hear the people cry, Troilus?--Helenus is a priest, and keeps a whore; he'll fight for his whore, or he's no true priest, I warrant him. _Enter_ TROILUS _passing over._ _Cres._ What sneaking fellow comes yonder? _Pand._ Where, yonder? that's Deiphobus: No, I lie. I lie, that's Troilus! there's a man, niece! hem! O brave Troilus! the prince of chivalry, and flower of fidelity! _Cres._ Peace, for shame, peace! _Pand._ Nay, but mark him then! O brave Troilus! there's a man of men, niece! look you how his sword is bloody, and his helmet more hacked than Hector's, and how he looks, and how he goes! O admirable youth! he never saw two-and-twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way! had I a sister were a grace, and a daughter a goddess, he should take his choice of them. O admirable man! Paris, Paris is dirt to him, and I warrant, Helen, to change, would give all the shoes in her shop to boot. _Enter common Soldiers passing over._ _Cres._ Here come more. _Pand._ Asses, fools, dolts, dirt, and dung, stuff, and lumber, porridge after meat; but I could live and die with Troilus. Ne'er look, niece, ne'er look, the lions are gone: apes and monkeys, the fag end of the creation. I had rather be such a man as Troilus, than Agamemnon and all Greece. _Cres._ There's Achilles among the Greeks, he's a brave man. _Pand._ Achilles! a carman, a beast of burden; a very camel: have you any eyes, niece? do you know a man? is he to be compared with Troilus? _Enter Page._ _Page._ Sir, my lord Troilus would instantly speak with you. _Pand._ Where boy, where? _Page._ At his own house, if you think convenient. _Pand._ Good boy, tell him I come instantly: I doubt he's wounded. Farewell, good niece. But I'll be with you by and by. _Cres._ To bring me, uncle! _Pand._ Ay, a token from prince Troilus. [_Exit_ PANDAR. _Cres_. By the same token, you are a procurer, uncle. CRESSIDA _alone._ A strange dissembling sex we women are: Well may we men, when we ourselves deceive. Long has my secret soul loved Troilus; I drunk his praises from my uncle's mouth, As if my ears could ne'er be satisfied: Why then, why said I not, I love this prince? How could my tongue conspire against my heart, To say I loved him not? O childish love! 'Tis like an infant, froward in his play, And what he most desires, he throws away. [_Exit._ ACT II. SCENE I.--_Troy._ _Enter_ PRIAM, HECTOR, TROILUS, _and_ AENEAS. _Priam._ After the expence of so much time and blood, Thus once again the Grecians send to Troy;-- Deliver Helen, and all other loss Shall be forgotten.--Hector, what say you to it?