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Cres. At your pleasure.
Pan. Here, bere, 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.
Æneas passes over the Stage. Cres. 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 shall see anon.
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 judgments in Troy, whosoever, and a proper man of person :- When comes Troilus ? - I'll show you Troilus anon ; if he see me, you shall see him nod at me.
Cres. Will he give you the nod?
Hector passes 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?
Cres. 0, 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 see? look you there! There's no jesting: there's laying on; take't off who will, as they say: there he hacks!
Cres. Be those with swords?
Paris passes 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 now.
Ha ! 'would I could see Troilus now !-you shall see Troilus anon.
Cres. Who's that?
Helenus passes over. Pan. That's Helenus,-I marvel, where Troilus is :That's Helenus ;-I think he went not forth to-day :That's Helenus.
Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle?
Pan. Helenus ? no ;-yes, he'll fight indifferent well:I marvel, where Troilus is !-Hark; do hear the people cry, Troilus ?-Helenus is a priest.
Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder ?
TROILUS passes over. Pan. Where? yonder ? that's Deiphobus : 'Tis Troilus! there's a man, niece !-Her !-Brave Troilus ! the prince of chivalry!
Cres. Peace, for shame, peace!
Pan. Mark him ; note him ;-0 brave Troilus ! look well upon him, niece ; look you, how his sword is
bloodied, and his helm more hack'd than Hector's; And how he looks, and how he goes !-O admirable youth ! he ne'er saw three and twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; had I a sister were a grace, or a daughter a goddess, 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 pass over the Stage. Cres. 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 are gone; crows and daws, crows and daws! I had rather be such a man as Troilus, than Agamemnon and all Greece.
Cres. There is among the Greeks, Achilles; a better man than Troilus.
Pan. Achilles ? a drayman, a porter, a very camel. Cres. Well, well.
Pan. Well, well ?-Why, have you any discretion ? have you any eyes? Do
know what a man is ? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man?
Cres. 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 such a woman! one knows not at what ward you lie.
Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly ; upon my wit, to defend my wiles ; upon my secrecy, to defend mine honesty; my mask, to defend my beauty; and you, to defend all these : and at all these wards I lie, at a thousand watches.
Pan. Say one of your watches.
Cres. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's one of the chiefest 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 such another!
Enter Troilus' Boy. Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you. Pan. Where? Boy. At your own house; there he unarms him,
Pan. Good boy, tell him I come: [Exit Boy. I doubt, he be hurt.-Fare ye well, good niece.
Cres. Adieu, uncle.
Therefore, this maxim out of love I teach,
SCENE III.--The Grecian Camp. Before Agamem
Trumpets. Enter AGAMEMNON, Nestor, ULYSSES,
MENELAUS, and Others.