Troilus and Cressida [with Biographical Introduction]

by William Shakespeare

PANDARUS. But to prove to you that Helen loves him: she came and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin— CRESSIDA. Juno have mercy! How came it cloven? PANDARUS. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled. I think his smiling becomes him better than any man in all Phrygia. CRESSIDA. O, he smiles valiantly! PANDARUS. Does he not? CRESSIDA. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn!