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Pan. Himself? alas, poor Troilus! I would he were
Cre. So he is.

Pan, 'Condition 1 had gone bare-foot to India.
Cre. He is not Hector.

Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself; 'would he were himself! Well, the gods are above; time must friend, or end; well, Troilus, well, I would my heart were in her body!—No, Hector is not a better man than Troilus.

Cre. Excufe me,

Pan He is elder.

Gre. Pardon me, pardon me.

Pan. Th' other's not come to't; you fhall tell me another tale, when th' other's come to't.

not have his wit this year.

Hector fhall

Cre. He fhall not need it if he have his own.

Pan. Nor his qualities.

Gre No matter.

Pan. Nor his beauty.

Cre.. 'Twould not become him, his own's better.

Pan. You have no judgment, niece

Helen herfelf

fwore th' other day, that Troilus for a brown favour,

(for fo 'tis, I must confels), not brown neither

Gre. No, but brown.

Pan 'Faith, to fay truth, brown and not brown.

Gre. To fay the truth, true and not true.

Pan. She prais'd his complexion above Paris.
Gre. Why, Paris hath colour enough.

Pan. So he has.

Cre. Then Troilus fhould have too much; if the prais'd him above, his complexion is higher than his ; : he having colour enough, and the other higher, is too flaming a praife for a good complexion. I had as lieve Helen's golden tongue had commended Troilus for a copper-nose.

Pan. I fwear to you, I think Helen loves him better than Paris.

Cre. Then fhe's a merry Greek indeed.

Pan. Nay, I am fure fhe does. She came to him th' other day into the compass-window; and, you know,, he has not pass'd three or four hairs on his chin..

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Cre. Indeed a tapfler's arithmetic may foon bring his. particulars therein to a total.

Pan. Why, he is very young; and yet will he within three pound lift as much as his brother Hector.

Gre. Is he fo young a man, and fo old a lifter? Pan. But to prove to you that Helen loves him, she came, and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin. Gre. Juno, have mercy! how came it cloven?

Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled. I think his fmiling becomes him better than any man in all Phrygia. Cre. Oh, he fmiles valiantly.

Pan. Does he not?

Gre. O yes, an' 'twere a cloud in autumn.

Pan. Why, go to then- -but to prove to you that Helen loves Troilus

Gre. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll prove it fo.

Pan. Troilus why, he esteems her no more than I esteem an addle egg:

Gre. If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i' th' fhell.

Pan. I cannot chufe but laugh to think how the tickled his chin; indeed fhe has a marvellous white hand, I must needs confefs.

Cre. Without the rack.

Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white hair onhis chin.

Cre. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer.

Pan. But there was such laughing. Queen Hecuba. laugh'd that her eyes run o'er.

Gre With milftones.

Pan. And Caffandra laugh'd.

Cre But there was more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes did her eyes run o'er too?

Pan. And Hector laugh'd.

Gre. At what was all this laughing?

Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen fpied on Troilus's chin.

Cre. An't had been a green hair, I should have laugh'd too.

Pan. They laugh'd not fo much at the hair, as at his pretty aniwer.

Gre. What was his anfwer?

Pan. Quoth fhe, Here's but one and fifty hairs on your chin, and one of them is white.

Gre. This is her question.

Pan That's true, take no queftion of that. One and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white; that white hair is my father, and all the reft are his fons. Jupiter! quoth fhe, which of these hairs is Paris, my husband? The forked one, quoth he; pluck it out, and give it him. But there was fuch laughing, and Helen fo blufh'd, and Paris fo chaf'd, and all the reft fo laugh'd, that it past. Cre. So let it now, for it has been a great while going by.

Pan. Well, coufin, I told you a thing yesterday; think on't.

Cre. So I do.

Pan. I'll be fworn, 'tis true; he will weep you, an 'twere a man born in April.. [Sound a retreat. Gre. And I'll fpring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle against May.

Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field; fhall we ftand up here, and fee them as they pass towards Ilium? Good niece, do; fweet niece, Creffida..

Cre. At your pleasure.

Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place, here we may fee most bravely; I'll tell you them all by their names as they pass by; but mark Troilus above the rest. Eneas paffes over the stage.

Gre. Speak not fo loud,

Pan. That's Æneas; is not that a brave man ? he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you: but mark Troilus, you fhall fee anon.

Cre. Who's that?

Antenor passes over the stage.

Pan. That's Antenor; he has a fhrewd wit, I can tell you, and he's a man good enough; he's one o' th' foundeft judgment in Troy whofoever, and a proper man of perfon. When comes Troilus? I'll fhew you Troilus anon; if he fee me, you fhall fee him nod at me.

Cre. Will he give you the nod ?

Pan. You fhall fee.

Cre. If he do, the mich fhall have more.

Hector paffes over.

Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that :there's a fellow ! go thy way, Hector; there's a braveman, niece: O brave Hector! look how he looks!: there's a countenance! is't not a brave man?

Gre. O brave man!

Pan. Is he not? It does a man's heart good,look you, what hacks are on his helmet, look you yon. der, do you fee? look you there! there's no jefting;: there's laying on, take't off who will, as they fay, there be hacks.

Gre. Be thofe with fwords?

Paris pales over.

Pan. Swords, any thing, he cares not, an' the devil come to him, 'tis all one; by godflid, it does one's heart good. Yonder comes Paris, yonder comes Paris: look. ye yonder, niece, is't not a gallant man too, is't not? why, this is brave now: who faid he came home hurt. to day he's not hurt why. this will do Helen's heart good now, ha? 'Would I could fee Troilus now!. you fhall fee Troilus anon.

Cre, Who's that?

Helenus paffes over.

Pan. That's Helenus. I marvel where Troilus is;; that's Helenus- -I think he went not forth to-day;: that's Helenus.

Gre. Can Helenus fight, uncle?

Pan. Helenus, no-yes, he'll fight indifferent wellI marvel where Troilus is? hark, do you not hear the people cry Troilus? Helenus is a priest.

Gre. What fneaking fellow comes yonder?

Troilus paffes over.

Pan. Where yonder? that's Deiphobus. 'Tis Troilus! there's a man, niece-hem-brave Troilus!! the prince of chivalry!

Cre. Peace, for fhame, peace..

275 Pan. Mark him, note him: O brave Troilus! look well upon him, niece, look you how his fword is bloodied, and his helm more hack'd than Hector's, and how he looks, and how he goes! O admirable youth! he ne'er faw three and twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; had I a fifter were a grace, or a daughter a goddefs, he should take his choice. O admirable man! Paris?—Paris is dirt to him; and, I. warrant, Helen to change would give money to boot.

Enter common Soldiers.

Cre. Here come more.

Pan. Affes, fools, dolts, chaff and bran, chaff and bran; porridge after meat. I could live and die i' th' eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er look; the eagles are gone; crows and daws, crows and daws. I had rather be fuch a man as Troilus, than Agamemnon and all Greece.

Gre. There is among the Greeks Achilles, a better man than Troilus.

Pan. Achilles? a dray-man, a porter, a very camel. Cre. Well, well.

-Pan. Well, well-why, have you any difcretion? have you any eyes? do you know what a man is? is not birth, beauty, good fhape, difcourfe, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and to forth, the fpice and falt that seasons a man ?

Cre. Ay, a minc'd man; and then to be bak'd with no date in the pye, for then the man's date is out.Pan. You are fuch another woman, one knows not at what ward you lie.

Cre. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my fecrecy, to defend mine honesty; my mafk, to defend my beauty; and you to defend all thefe; and at all thefe wards I lie, at a thoufand watches.

Pan. Say one of your watches.

Gre. Nay, I'll watch you for that, and that's one of the chiefelt of them too; if I cannot ward what I would not have hit, I can watch you for telling how i took the blow; unless it fwell paft hiding, and then it is paft watching.

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