_Tro._ Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude sounds! 85 Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair, When with your blood you daily paint her thus. I cannot fight upon this argument; It is too starved a subject for my sword. But Pandarus--O gods, how do you plague me! 90 I cannot come to Cressid but by Pandar;[973] And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo[974] As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit.[975] Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love, What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we? 95 Her bed is India; there she lies, a pearl: Between our Ilium and where she resides,[976] Let it be call'd the wild and wandering flood,[977] Ourself the merchant, and this sailing Pandar Our doubtful hope, our convoy and our bark. 100 _Alarum. Enter_ ÆNEAS. _Æne._ How now, Prince Troilus! wherefore not afield?[978] _Tro._ Because not there: this woman's answer sorts, For womanish it is to be from thence. What news, Æneas, from the field to-day? _Æne._ That Paris is returned home, and hurt. 105 _Tro._ By whom, Æneas? _Æne._ Troilus, by Menelaus. _Tro._ Let Paris bleed: 'tis but a scar to scorn; Paris is gored with Menelaus' horn. [_Alarum._ _Æne._ Hark, what good sport is out of town to-day! _Tro._ Better at home, if 'would I might' were 'may.' 110 But to the sport abroad: are you bound thither? _Æne._ In all swift haste. _Tro._ Come, go we then together. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _The same. A street._ _Enter_ CRESSIDA _and_ ALEXANDER _her man_.[979] _Cres._ Who were those went by? _Alex._ Queen Hecuba and Helen[980] _Cres._ And whither go they? _Alex._ Up to the eastern tower. Whose height commands as subject all the vale, To see the battle. Hector, whose patience[981] Is as a virtue fix'd, to-day was moved:[982] 5 He chid Andromache and struck his armourer;[983] And, like as there were husbandry in war, Before the sun rose he was harness'd light,[984] And to the field goes he; where every flower Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw 10 In Hector's wrath. _Cres._ What was his cause of anger? Alex. The noise goes, this: there is among the Greeks[985] A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector; They call him Ajax. _Cres._ Good; and what of him? _Alex._ They say he is a very man per se,[986][987] 15 And stands alone.[986] _Cres._ So do all men, unless they are drunk, sick, or[988] have no legs.