fain to use violence to him, to pull him hither: and
he pulled, and I pulled: for you must know he's absolutely the
strongest youth in Troy. T'other day he took Helen in one hand, and
Paris in t'other, and danc'd 'em at one another at arms-end an' 'twere
two moppets:--there was a back! there were bone and sinews! there was
a back for you!

_Cress._ For these good procuring offices you'll be damned one day,
uncle.

_Pand._ Who, I damned? Faith, I doubt I shall; by my troth I think I
shall: nay if a man be damned for doing good, as thou say'st, it may
go hard with me.

_Cress._ Then I'll not see prince Troilus; I'll not be accessary to
your damnation.

_Pand._ How, not see prince Troilus? why I have engaged, I have
promised, I have past my word. I care not for damning, let me alone
for damning; I value not damning in comparison with my word. If I am
damned, it shall be a good damning to thee, girl, thou shalt be my
heir; come, 'tis a virtuous girl; thou shalt help me to keep my word,
thou shalt see prince Troilus.

_Cress._ The venture's great.

_Pand._ No venture in the world; thy mother ventured it for thee, and
thou shalt venture it for my little cousin, that must be.

_Cress._ Weigh but my fears: Prince Troilus is young.--

_Pand._ Marry is he; there's no fear in that, I hope: the fear were,
if he were old and feeble.

_Cress._ And I a woman.

_Pand._ No fear yet; thou art a woman, and he's a man; put them
together, put them together.

_Cress._ And if I should be frail--

_Pand._ There's all my fear, that thou art not frail: thou should'st
be frail, all flesh is frail.

_Cress._ Are you my uncle, and can give this counsel to your own
brother's daughter?

_Pand._ If thou wert my own daughter a thousand times over, I could do
no better for thee; what wouldst thou have, girl? he's a prince, and a
young prince and a loving young prince! an uncle, dost thou call me?
by Cupid, I am a father to thee; get thee in, get thee in, girl, I
hear him coming. And do you hear, niece! I give you leave to deny a
little, 'twill be decent; but take heed of obstinacy, that's a vice;
no obstinacy, my dear niece. [_Exit_ CRESSIDA.

_Enter_ TROILUS.

_Troil._ Now, Pandarus.

_Pand._ Now, my sweet prince! have you seen my niece? no, I know you
have not.

_Troil._ No, Pandarus; I stalk about your doors.
Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks,
Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon,
An