Pand. Why, ready money, ready money; you carry it about you:  give and take is square-dealing; for in my conscience he’s as arrant a maid as you are.  I was 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,
And give me swift transportance to Elysium,
And fly with me to Cressida.