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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.
" Gre. To say the truth, true and not true.
" Pan. She prais'd his complexion above Paris,
Cre. Why, Paris bath colour enough.
* Pan. So he has.

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 ;-
“ the came, and puts me her white hand to his cloven
+ chin.

Cre. Juno have mercy !-how came it cloven ?
Pan. Why, you know 'tis dimpl'd: I think, his

smiling becomes him better than any man in all « Phrygia.

Cre. o, he smiles 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 ;

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.

Pan. But, there was such laughing.- Queen Hecuba 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 ?
Pan. You shall fee.
Cre. If he do, the rich fall bave more.

Hector pafés over.
Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that;
There's a fellow !-Go thy way, Hector ; -There's a
brave man, niece ;-0 brave Hector!-Look how he
tooks; there's a countenance ; is't not a brave man?

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 :

man of

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.
Cre. What sneaking fellow comes yonder ?

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.



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