1 you talk of?` Good morrow, Alexander. How do you, cousin? When were you at Ilium? Cres, This morning, uncle. 'Pan. What were you talking of, when I came? Was Hector arm'd, and gone, ere ye came to lliam ? Helen was not up, was she? Cres. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up. Pan. E'en so; Hector was stirring early. Cres. That were we talking of, and of his anger. Pan. Was he angry ? Cres. So he says here. Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause too; he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: And there is Troilus will not come far bebind him; let them take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that too. Cres. What, is he angry too?" Pan, Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man of the two. * Cres. O, Jupiter! there's no comparison. Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector? Do you know a man, if you see him? Cres. Ay; if I ever saw him before, and knew him. Pan, Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus. Cres. Then you say as I say; for, I am sure, he is not Hector Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some degrees. Cres. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself. Pan. Himself! Alas, poor Troilus! I would he Cres. He is not Hector. Pan, Himself? no he's not himself. Would 'a were himself! Well, the gods are above; Time must friend, or end: Well, Troilus, well, I would, my heart were in her body! tor is not a better man than Troilus. Cres. Excuse me. No, Hec ..d Cres. Pardon me, pardon me. Pan. The other's not come to't; you shall tell me another tale, when the other's come to't. Hec tor shall not have his wit this year. Cres. He shall not need it, if he have his own. Pan. Nor his qualities; Cres. No matter. Pan. Nor his beauty. Cres. "Twould not become him; better. Pan. You have no judgement, niece: self swore the other day, that Troilus, favour, (for so 'tis, I must confess,) neither. Cres. No, but brown. 59 d his own's 2910 Helen her for a brown Not brown Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown. Cres. To say the truth, true and not true, Pan. She prais'd his complexion above Parise, <i> Pan. So he has. Cres. Then, Troilus should have too much if she prais'd him above, his complexion is higher than his; he having colour enough, and the other higher, is too flaming a praise for a good comple+ xion. I had as lief, Helen's golden tongue had commended Troilus for a copper nose. I Pan. I swear to you, I think, Helen loves him better than Paris. Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed. Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to him the other day into the compass'd window, and, you know, he has not past three or four hairs on his chin. Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetick may soon bring his particulars therein to a total. Pan. Why, he is very young: and yet will he, within three pound, life as much as his brother Hector. Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a lifter? A Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves him; she came, and puts me her withe hand to his cloven chin, Cres. Juno have merey! cloven?!! Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled: I think, his smiling becomes him better than any man in all Phrygia. Cres. O, he smiles valiantly. Pan Does he not? Cres. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn. Pan. Why, go to then: - But to prove to yon that Helen loves Troilus, Cres. Troitus will stand to the proof, if you'll prove it so.. ཐ་ Pan. Troilus? why, he esteems her no more than I esteem an addle egg. Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i'the shell Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to think how she tickled his chin; - Indeed, she has a marvellous white band, I must needs confess. Cres. Without the rack. Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white hair on his chin. な 879'6 Cres, Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer, Pan. But, there was such laughing; →→ Queen Hecuba laugh'd, that her eyes ran o'er. えく Cres. With mill-stones. T Pan. And Cassandra laugh'd. Cres. But there was a more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes; too? Did her eyes run o'er Pan. And Hector laugh'd. Cres, At what was all this langhing? Pan, Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus' chin. Cres. An't it had been a green hair, I should have laugh'd too. Pan. They laugh'd not so much at the hair, as Pan, Quoth she, Here's but one and fifty hairs on your chin, and one of them is white. Cres. This is her question. Pan. That's true; make no question of that. One and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white a That white hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons, Jupiter! quoth she, which of these hairs is Paris, my husband? The forked one, quoth he; pluck it out, and give it him. But there was such laughing! and Helen so blush'd, and Paris s so chafed, and all the rest so laugh'd, that it pass'd. Cres. So let it now for it has been a great while going by. Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yester day; think on't. Cres. So I do. a Pan, I'll be sworn, 'tis true; you, an 'twere a man born in April. he will weep -Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere as they pass toward Ilium? good niece, do; sweet niece Cressida, Cres. At your pleasure. す 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 Troi¬ Jus above the rest. blode 1 AENEAS passes over the stage. Cres, Speak not so loud. Pan. That's Aeneas; Is not that a brave man? he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you; But mark Troilus; you shall see apon. Cres, Who's that? ANTENOR passes 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 soundest judgements in Troy, whosoever, When comes and a proper man of person: Troilus? I show you Troilus anon; if he see me, you shall see hiin nod at me, Cres. Will he give you the nod? Pan. You shall sec. Cres. If he do the rich shall have more. |