AENEAS.
Troilus, by Menelaus.

TROILUS.
Let Paris bleed: 'tis but a scar to scorn;
Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn.

[Alarum.]

AENEAS.
Hark what good sport is out of town to-day!

TROILUS.
Better at home, if 'would I might' were 'may.'
But to the sport abroad. Are you bound thither?

AENEAS.
In all swift haste.

TROILUS.
Come, go we then together. [Exeunt.]



ACT I.

SCENE 2. Troy. A street

[Enter CRESSIDA and her man ALEXANDER.]