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

Gre. Indeed a tapfter'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.

Cre. Is he fo young a man, and fo old a lifter?--Pan. But to prove to you that Helen loves him, fhe 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 finiles valiantly.

Pan. Does he not?

Cre. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in Autumn.

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

Cre. Troilus will ftand to the proof, if you'll prove it fo.

Pan. Troilus? why he efteems her no more than I efteem an addle egg.

Cre. 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 she tickled his chin; indeed, the has a marvellous white hand, I must needs confefs.

Cre. Without the rack.

Pan. And fhe takes upon her to spy a white hair in his chin.

Gre. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer. Pan. But there was fuch laughing, Queen Hecuba laugh'd, that her eyes run o'er.

Cre. With millstones.

Pan. And Caffandra laugh'd.

Gre. But there was more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes; did her eyes run o'er too? Pan. And Hector laugh'd.

Cre. At what was all this laughing?

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

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

Pan. They laughed not fo much at the hair, as at his pretty answer.

Gre. 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, (8) quoth he, and one white; that white hair is my father, and all the reft 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 blufhed, and Paris fo chafed, and all the reft fo laughed, 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. I'll be fworn 'tis true; he will weep you, an 'twere a man born in April. [Sound a retreat.

(8) Two and fifty hairs, quoth be, and one white; that white hair is my father, and all the rest are his fons.] The copyists must have erred here in the number, and I have ventured to fubftitute one and fifty, I think with fome certainty. How elfe can the number make out Priam, and his fifty fons?

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 stand up here, and fee them as they pafs towards Ilium? (9) good niece, do; fweet niece, Creffida.

Gre. At your pleafure.

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

"ENEAS passes over the Stage.

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 Froilus, you fhall fee him anon.

Gre. 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' foundest 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 rich fhall have more.

(9) Hark, they are coming from the fell; shall we ftand up here and fee them, as they pass towards Ilium?] This conduct of the Poet, in making Pandarus decypher the warriors as they påfs, feems an imitation of Homer's Helen on the walls, where the fhews the Greeks to Priam. This incident was borrowed by Euripides, in his Phoe; and again copied by Statius, in the ninth book of his Thebais, where he makes Phorbas shew to Antigone the chiefs of the Theban army.

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 looks! 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, take't off who will, as they fay, there be hacks.

Cre. Be thofe with fwords?

PARIS paffes over.

Pan. Swords, any thing. he cares not, an the devil come to him, it's all one; by godflid, it does one's heart good. Yonder comes Paris, yonder comes Paris; look ye yonder, niece, is't not a gal. lant 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.

Cre. Can Helenus fight, uncle?

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 prieft.

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.

Pan. Mark him, note him; O brave Troilus! look well upon him, niece, look you how his fword is bloodied, and his helm more hacked than Hector's, and how he looks, and how he goes! O admirable youth he never faw three-and-twenty. Go thy way, Troilus; go thy way; had I a fifter were a Grace, or a daughter a Goddess, 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.

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

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

Gre. 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 shape, difcourfe, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, libeVOL. XI. Y