_Tro._ O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,-- 45 When I do tell thee, there my hopes lie drown'd, Reply not in how many fathoms deep[955] They lie indrench'd. I tell thee, I am mad[956][957] In Cressid's love: thou answer'st 'she is fair;'[957] Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart[958][959] 50 Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice,[959] Handlest in thy discourse, O, that her hand,[959][960][961] In whose comparison all whites are ink[961] Writing their own reproach, to whose soft seizure[961] The cygnet's down is harsh and spirit of sense[961][962] 55 Hard as the palm of ploughman: this thou tell'st me,[961] As true thou tell'st me, when I say I love her;[963] But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm, Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me The knife that made it. 60 _Pan._ I speak no more than truth. _Tro._ Thou dost not speak so much. _Pan._ Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as she is:[964] if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an she be not, she has[965] the mends in her own hands. 65 _Tro._ Good Pandarus, how now, Pandarus![966] _Pan._ I have had my labour for my travail; ill-thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you: gone between and between,[967] but small thanks for my labour. _Tro._ What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with me? 70 _Pan._ Because she's kin to me, therefore she's not so[968] fair as Helen: an she were not kin to me, she would be as[965][969] fair on Friday as Helen is on Sunday. But what care I?[970] I care not an she were a black-a-moor; 'tis all one to me.[965] _Tro._ Say I she is not fair? 75 _Pan._ I do not care whether you do or no. She's a 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 i' the matter.[971] _Tro._ Pandarus,-- 80 _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. An alarum._[972]