Whose height commands as fubject all the vale,
To see the battle. Hector, whose patience
Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was mov'd:
He chid Andromache, and ftruck his armourer;
And, like as there were husbandry in war,
Before the fun rofe, he was harness'd light,
And to the field
goes
where every flower
Did, as a prophet, weep what it forefaw

In Hector's wrath.

Cref.

he;

What was his cause of anger?

Alex. The noise goes, this: There is among the Greeks A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector;

They call him, Ajax.

Cref.

Good; And what of him?

Alex. They fay he is a very man per fe,

And ftands alone.

Cref. So do all men; unless they are drunk, fick, or have no legs.

Alex. This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts of their particular additions; he is as valiant as the lion, churlish

as the bear, flow as the elephant: a man into whom nature hath fo crowded humours, that his valour is cruth'd into folly, his folly fauced with discretion: there is no man hath a virtue, that he hath not a glimpse of; nor any man an attaint, but he carries fome ftain of it: he is melancholy without caufe, and merry against the hair: He hath the joints of every thing; but every thing so out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no ufe; or purblind Argus, all eyes and no fight.

Cref. But how fhould this man, that makes me fmile, make Hector angry?

Alex. They fay, he yesterday coped Hector in the battle, and struck him down; the disdain and shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector fafting and waking.

Enter PANDARUS.

Cref. Who comes here?

Alex. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.

Cref. Hector's a gallant man.

Alex. As may be in the world, lady.
Pan. What's that? what's that?

Cref. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.

Pan. Good morrow, coufin Creffid: What do you talk of? Good morrow, Alexander.-How do you, cousin? When were you at Ilium?

Cref. This morning, uncle.

Pan. What were you talking of, when I came? Was Hector arm'd, and gone, ere ye came to Ilium? Helen was not up, was the ?

Cref. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up.

Pan. E'en fo; Hector was stirring early.

Cref. That were we talking of, and of his anger.
Pan. Was he angry?

Cref.

Cref. So he says here.

Pan. True, he was fo; I know the caufe too; he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: and there is Troilus will not come far behind 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.

Cref. O, Jupiter! there's no comparison.

Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector? Do you know a man, if you see him?

Cref. Ay; if I ever faw him before, and knew him.
Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus. ·

Cref. Then you say as I fay; for, I am fure, he is not

Hector.

Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in fome degrees. Cref. 'Tis juft to each of them; he is himself.

Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus! I would, he

were,

Cref. So he is.

Pan. -'Condition, I had gone bare-foot to India. Cref. 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!-No, Hector is not a better man than Troilus. Cref. Excufe me.

Pan. He is elder.

Cref. Pardon me, pardon me.

Pan. The other's not come to't; you fhall tell me another tale, when the other's come to't.

have his wit this year.

Hector fhall not

Cref. He fhall not need it, if he have his own.

Pan. Nor his qualities ;

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Cref

Cref. No matter.

Pan. Nor his beauty.

Cref. 'Twould not become him, his own's better.

Pan. You have no judgement, niece: Helen herself fwore the other day, that Troilus, for a brown favour, (for so 'tis, I must confess,)—Not brown neither.

Cref. No, but brown.

Pan. 'Faith, to fay truth, brown and not brown.

Cref. To fay the truth, true and not true.

Pan. She prais'd his complexion above Paris.
Grej. Why, Paris hath colour enough.

Pan. So he has.

Cref. Then, Troilus fhould 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 complexion. I had as lief, Helen's golden tongue had commended Troilus for a copper nose.

Pan. I fwear to you, I think, Helen loves him better than Paris.

Cref. Then he's a merry Greek, indeed.

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

Cref. Indeed, a tapfter's arithmetick 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.

Cref. Is he fo young a man, and fo old a lifter?

Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves him ;-she came, and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin,-Cref. Juno have mercy!-How came it cloven? Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled: I think, his smiling becomes him better than any man in all Phrygia.

Cref.

Cref. O, he smiles 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 ftand to the proof, if you'll prove it fo.

Pan. Troilus? why, he efteems her no more than I ef teem an addle egg.

Cref. 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 the tickled his chin;-Indeed, the has a marvellous white hand, I must needs confefs.

Cref. Without the rack.

Pan. And the 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?

fan.