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Cre. What, is he angry too?
Pan. Who, Troilus ? Troilus is the better man of the two. Cre. O Jupiter !-there's no comparison.
Pan. Whai, not between Troilus and Hector ? D. you
know a man, if you see him? Cre. Ay; if I ever saw him before, and knew him. Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus t.
“ Cre. Then you say as I say; for, I am sure, he is " not He&tor.
" Pan. No, nor Heitor is not Troilus, in some degrees. i Cre. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself.
“ Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus ! I would,' he " were,
* Cre. So he is. “ Pan. -condition, I had gone bare-foot to India. « Cre. He is not He&tor, “ Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself; 'Would, 2
were himfelf! Well, the gods are above ; time must " friend, or end: Well, Trailus, well,--I would, my “ heart were in her body! No, Hector is not a better
than Troiius, • Cre. Excuse me, “ Pan. He is elder. “ Cre. Pardon me, pardon me.
“ Pan. The other's not come to't ; you shall tell me * another tale, when th' other's come to't. Hector Thall
not have his wit this year. “ Cre; He shall not need it, if he have his own, " Pan. Nor his qualities : 66 Cre. No matter. 16 Pan. Nor his beauty. “ Cre. 'Twould not become him, his own's better.
" Pan. You have no judgment, niece : Helen herself “ swore th' other day, that Troilus, for a brown favour, “ (for so 'ris, I must confess) -- not brown neither
« Cre. No, but brown.
All from this line we have presumed to mark, as fitter to be omitted than retained,
" Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown.
“ Cre. Then, Troilus should have too much: if the “ prais'd him above, his complexion is higher than his; 4 he having colour enough, and the other higher, is tcó * Aaming a praise for a good complexion. I had as “ lieve, Helen's golden tongue had commended Troilus "..for a copper nose.
“ Pan. I swear to you, I think Helen loves him better " than Paris. 46 Cre. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed.
“ Pan. Nay, I am sure the does. She came to him * th' other day into the compaft window,-and, you “ know, he has not past three or four hairs on his chin.
“ Cre. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon 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 so young a man, and so old a lifter?
“ Pan. But to prove to you that Helen loves him ;-
• Cre. Juno have mercy !-how came it cloven ?
smiling becomes him better than any man in all « Phrygia.
“ Cre. o, he smiles valiantly.
“ Pan. Why, go to then : But to prove to you that « Helen loves Troilus ;
si Cre. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll prove 66 it fo.
“ Pan. Troilus? why, he esteems her no more than I 66 esteem an addle egg.
“ Cre. If you love an addle egg as well as you love an * idle head, you would eat chickens i'ch' fhell.
“ Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to think how the ** tickl'd his chin; indeed, she has a marvel's white was hand, I must needs confefs. 66 Gre. Without the rack. “ Par. And the takes upon her to spy a white hair
his chin : • Cre. Alas, poor chin, many a wart is richer.
cí Pan. But, there was such laughing.- Queen He“ cuba laughed, that her eyes ran o'er :
• Cre. With milftones. “ Pan. And Casandra laugh'd : “ Cre. But there was more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes.—Did her eyes run o'er too i Pan. And Heator laugh’d: • Cre. At what was all this laughing?
“ Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spy'd on " Troilus' chin.
“ Cre. An't had been a green hair, I should have u 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 " bair is my father, and all the rest are his fons. Jupiter ! “ quoth the, which of these bairs is Paris, my husband? “ The forked one, quoth he; pluck’t out and give it him. " But, there was sach laughing! and Helen so blush'd, " and Paris so chaf'd, and all the rest so laugh’d, that
“ Cre. So let it now; for it has been a great while going by
* Pan. 'Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterday; u think on't.
“ Cre. So I do. “ Pan. I'll be sworn, 'tis true; he will weep you an 'twere a man born in April.
• it pass’d.
“ Cre. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a 6 nettle against May.
(Retreat beard. Pan. Hark, they are coming from the held: Shall we tand up here, and see them, as they pass toward Ilium? good nieoe, do; sweet niece Creffida.
Cre. At your pleasure.
Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place ;- here we may fee moft bravely : I'll tell you them all by their names, as they pass by; but mark Troilus above the rest. Flourish. Enter certain Troops, and pass over;
Æneas with them. Cré. Speak not so 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 fall see anon.
Antenor passes over. Cre, Who's that?
Pan. That's Antenor ; he has a shrewd wit, I can vell you; and he's man. good enough: he's one o'th' foundeft judgments in Troy, whosoever; and a proper
person :-When comes ?roilus? I'll new yo: Froilus anon ; if he see me, you shall see him nod at me.
Cre. Will he give you the nod ?
Hector pafés over.
Cre. O, a brave man.
Par. Is a 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 : laying on ; take't off who will, as they say : there be hacks.
Cre. Be those with swords ?
Pan. Swords ? any thing, he cares not; an the devil come to him, it's all one: By god's lid, it does one's. heart good :-Yonder comes Paris, yonder comes Paris :
Paris pafjes over. Look ye yonder, niece ; Is't not a gallant man too, is't not Why, this is bravr now.
Who said, he came Hurt home to-day? he's not hurt: why, this will do Helen's heart good now. Ha! 'would I could see Troia has now!-you Thall see Troilus anon.
Helenus pafjes over.. Cre. Who's that ?
Par. That's Helenus ;-) marvel, 'where Troilus is ;that's Helenus ;-I think, he went inot forth to-day; that's Helenus.
Gre. 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 priest.
Troilus pafjes over.
Pan. Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus : 'Tis Trois lus! There's a man, niece !--hem !--Brave Troilus ! the prince of chivalry!
Cre. Peace, for shame, peace.
Pan. Mark him; note him;-- brave Troilus! look well upon him, niece; look you, how his sword is bloody'd, and his helm more hack'd than Hector's ; And how he looks, and how he goes! () admirable youth!--he ne'er saw three and twenty. Go thy way, Hoilus, go thy way; had I a litter were a grace, or a daughter a goddels, he should take his choice. Parii? Paris is dirt to him; and, I warrant, Helen, to change, would give money to boos.
" Orber Troops pass over. * Cre. Here come more.
“ Pan. Asses, fools, dolts; chaff and bran, chaff and " bran, porridge after meat. I could live and die i'the
eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er look; the eagles * There is no doubt but Shakespeare meant Pandarus as a characIT of humour, but it is in a very peculiar stile, and requires very exMaordinary talents to personate him exact to the author's ir.tention.