Cref. O, he fmiles valiantly.

Pan. Does he not?

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

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

Cref. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll prove

it fo.

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

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

Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to think how the tickled his chin;-Indeed, the has a marvellous white hand, I muft needs confefs.

Cref. Without the rack.

Pan. And he takes upon her to fpy a white hair on his chin.

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

Pan. But, there was fuch laughing;-Queen Hecuba laugh'd, that her eyes ran o'er.

Cref. With mill-ftones.

Pan. And Caffandra laugh'd.

Cref. But there was a more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes;—Did her eyes run o'er too?

Pan. And Hector laugh'd.

Cref. At what was all this laughing?

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

Cref. 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 answer.

Cref. What was his answer?

Pan.

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

Cref. This is her question.

Pan. That's true; make 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 she, 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 blush'd, and Paris fo chafed, and all the reft so laugh'd, that it pass'd.

Cref. 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.

Cref. So I do.

Pan. I'll be fworn, 'tis true; he will weep you, an 'twere a man born in April.

Cref. And I'll fpring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle against May. [A Retreat founded.

Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field: Shall we ftand up here, and fee them, as they pass toward Ilium ? good niece, do; sweet niece Creffida.

Cref. 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 stage.

Cref. Speak not fo loud.

Pan. That's neas; 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.

Cref. Who's that?

ANTENOR

ANTENOR paffes over.

Pan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit, I can tell you; and he's a man good enough: he's one o'the foundeft judgements in Troy, whofoever, and a proper man of perfon:-When comes Troilus ?-I'll show you Troilus anon; if he see me, you shall see him nod at me.

Cref. Will he give you the nod ?

Pan. You fhall fee.

Cres. If he do, the rich shall 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 looks! there's a countenance: Is't not a brave man ?

Cref. O, a brave man !

Pan. 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: there's laying on; take't off who will, as they say: there be hacks! Cref. Be those with swords?

PARIS paffes over.

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: look ye yonder, niece; Is't not a gallant man too, is't not ?— Why, this is brave now.-Who said, he came hurt home to-day? he's not hurt: why, this will do Helen's heart

good

good now. Ha! 'would I could see Troilus now!—you fhall fee Troilus anon..

Cref. Who's that?

HELENUS pales over.

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

Cref. 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. Cref. 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!

Cref. Peace, for shame, peace!

Pan. Mark him; note him ;-0 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 !-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 an eye to boot.

Forces pafs over the stage.

Cref. Here come more.

Pan.

Pan. Affes, 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 are gone; crows and daws, crows and daws! I had rather be such a man as Troilus, than Agamemnon and all Greece. Cref. There is among the Greeks, Achilles; a better man than Troilus.

Pan. Achilles? a drayman, a porter, a very camel.
Cref. 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 fuch like, the spice and falt that season a man?

Cref. Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked with no date in the pye,-for then the man's date is out.

Pan. You are fuch a woman! one knows not at what

ward you lie.

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

:

Cref. 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 swell past hiding, and then it is past watching.

Pan. You are fuch another!

Enter TROILUS' Boy.

Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you.

Pan. Where?

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Boy