_Tro._ The Greeks are strong and skilful to their strength, Fierce to their skill and to their fierceness valiant, But I am weaker than a woman's tear, Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance,[938] 10 Less valiant than the virgin in the night, And skilless as unpractised infancy. _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[939] cake out of the wheat must needs tarry the grinding.[940] 15 _Tro._ Have I not tarried? _Pan._ Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting.[941] _Tro._ Have I not tarried? _Pan._ Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the leavening. _Tro._ Still have I tarried. 20 _Pan._ Ay, to the leavening; but here's yet in the word[942] 'hereafter,' the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, you must stay the[943] cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips.[944] _Tro._ Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be, 25 Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do.[945] At Priam's royal table do I sit;[946] And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts,--[947][948] So, traitor!--'When she comes!'--When is she thence?[948] _Pan._ Well, she looked yesternight fairer than ever I[949] 30 saw her look, or any woman else.[949] _Tro._ I was about to tell thee:--when my heart,[950] As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain, Lest Hector or my father should perceive me, I have, as when the sun doth light a storm,[951] 35 Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile: But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness. _Pan._ An her hair were not somewhat darker than[952] Helen's--well, go to--there were no more comparison between 40 the women: but, for my part, she is my kinswoman;[953] I would not, as they term it, praise her: but I would somebody[954] had heard her talk yesterday, as I did. I will not dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit, but--