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

Pan. They laugh'd not so much at the hair as at his pretty answer.

Cre. What was his answer?

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

Cre. This is her question,

Pan. That's true, make no question of that. One and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white; that white hair is my father, and all the rest are his fons. Jupiter! quoth fhe, which of thefe 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 so chaf'd, and all the reft fo laugh'd, that it paft.

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. F'll be fworn 'tis true; he will weep you, an 'twere a man born in April. [Sound a retreat. Cre. 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 país towards Ilium? Good niece, do; sweet niece Ċreifida.

Cre. At your pleasure.

Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place, here we may see 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 flage.

Cre. 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 paffes over the stage.

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

Cre. Will he give you the nod ?

Pan. You fhall fee.

Cre. If he do, the rich 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 brave man, niece. O brave Hector! look, how he locks! there's a countenance! is't not a brave man? Cre. O brave man!

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

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Cre. Be those with swords?

Paris paffes over.

An the

Pan. Swords; any thing, he cares not. devil come to him, it is 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 see Troilus now; you shall see Troïus anon.

Cre. Who's that?"

Shimon Helenus passes over.

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

Cre. Can Helenus fight, uncle 2

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

Cre. What sneaking 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.

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 fhould 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 foldiers

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 drayman, a porter, a very ca mel

Cre. Well, well.

Pan Well, well-why, have you any discretion? have you any eyes? Do you know what a man is? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, difcourfe, manhood, learning, gentlenefs, virtue, youth, liberali-· ty, and to forth, the fpice and falt that feafons 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 ly.

Cre. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my fecrecy, to defend mine honefty; my mask to defend my beauty, and you to defend all these. At all thefe wards Ily, and at a thousand watches.

Pan. Say one of your watches.

Cre. Nay, I'll watch you for that, and that's one of the chiefeft 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 past hiding, and then it is paft watching.

Pan. You are fuch another.

Enter Boy.

Boy. Sir, my Lord would inftantly speak with you, Pan. Where?

Boy. At your own houfe, there he unarms him. Pan. Good boy, tell him I come. I doubt he be

hurt. Fare ye well, good niece.

Cre. Adieu, uncle.

Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by.

Cre To bring, uncle

Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.

Cre. By the fame token you are a bawd.

[Exit Pandarus. Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full facrifice, He offers in another's enterprize:

But more in Troilus thousand-fold I fee

Than in the glafs of Pandar's praise may be ;
Yet hold I off Women are angels, wooing;
Things won are done; joy's foul lyes in the doing:
That the belov'd knows nought that knows not
this; -

Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is..
That he was never yet that ever knew
Love got fo fweet, as when defire did fue:
Therefore this maxim out of love I teach,
Atchievement is command; ungain'd, befeecks.

Then though my heart's content + firm love doth

bear,

Nothing of that fhall from mine eyes appear. [Exit.

Changes to Agamemnon's Tent in the Grecian Camp.

Trumpets. Enter Agamemnon, Neftor, Ulyffes, Diomedes, Menelaus, with others.

Agam. Princes,

What grief hath fet the jaundice on your cheeks? The ample propofition that hope makes

In all defigns begun on earth below,

Fails in the promis'd largenefs. Checks and difafters
Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd;
As knots by the conflux of meeting sap

Infect the found pine, and divert his grain
Tortive and errant from his course of growth.
Nor, Princes, is it matter new to us,
That we come fhort of our suppose so far,
That after fev'n years' fiege, yet Troy-walls ftand,
Sith every action that hath gone before,
Whereof we have record, trial did draw
Bias and thwart; not anfwering the aim,
And that unbodied figure of the thought
That gave't furmifed fhape Why then, you Princes,
Do you with cheeks abath'd behold our works?
And think them thame, which are, indeed, nought
But the protractive trials of great Jove,
To find perfiftive conftancy in men?
The fineness of which metal is not found

[elfe

In fortune's love; for then the bold and coward,
The wife and fool, the artist and unread,
The hard and foft, feem all affin'd and kin:
But in the wind and tempest of her frown,
Diftinction, with a broad and powerful fan
Puffing at all, winnows the light away;

+ Content for capacity. Warburton