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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..

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 the other's come to't. Hector shall not have his wit this year.

Cre. He shall not need it, if he have his own.
Pan. Nor his qualities.
Cre. No matter.
Pan. Nor his beauty.
Cre. 'Twould not become him, his own's better.

Pan. You have no judgment, niece : Helen her. self swore the other day, that Troilus, for a brown favour (for so 'tis, I must confess),--Not brown neither.

Cre. No, but brown.
Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown.
Cre. To

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

Cre. 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 complexion. I had as




lieve, Helen's golden tongue had commended Troilus for a copper nose.

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

Cre. 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.

Cre. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon bring his particulars therein to a total.

240 Pan. Why, he is very young: and yet will he, with. in 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; she came, and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin,--

Cre. 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.

250 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,

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

it so.

Pan. Troilus? why, he esteems her no more than L'esteem an addle egg.

Cre, If you love an addle egg as well as you love


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Pan. I cannot chuse but laugh, to think how she tickled his chin ;-Indeed, she has a marvellous white hand, I must needs confess,

Cre. Without the rack.

Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white hair on his chin,

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

Pan. But, there was such laughing ;-Queen He. cuba laugh'd, that her eyes ran o'er.

270 Cre. With mill-stones. Pan. And Cassandra laugh'd.

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

Pan. And Hector laugh’d.
Cre. At what was all this laughing ?

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

Cre. An't had been a green hair, I should have laugh'd too.

280 Pan. They laugh'd not so much at the hair, as at his pretty answer.

Cre. What was his answer ?

Pan. Quoth she, Here's but one and fifty hairs on your chir, 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 hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons. Jupiter ! quoth she, which of these hairs is Paris, my husband ? cij


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The forked one, quoth he; pluck it out, and give it him. But, there was such laughing I and Helen so blush'd, and Paris so chaf'd, and all the rest so laugh'd, that it pass'd.

Cre. So let it now; for it has been a great while going by.

Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterday; think on't. Cre. So I do.

299 Pan. I'll be sworn, 'tis true; he will weep you, an 'twere a man born in April. [Sound a Retreat.

Cre. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle against May.

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

Cre. 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.


Æneas passes over the Stage. Cre. Speak not so loud.

Pan. That's Æneas ; Is not that a brave man? he's one of the wers of Troy, I can tell you; But mark. Troilus; you shall see anon.

Cre. 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 judgment in Troy, whosoever ; and a proper man of person :-When comes Troilus -I'll she

you Troilus anon; if he see me, you shall see him nod at me.

323 Cre. Will he give you the nod? Pan. You shall see. Cre. If he do, the rich shall have more.

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?

330 Cre. 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 see? look you there! There's no jesting i laying on; take't off who will, as they say: there bę hacks!

Cre. Be those with swords?

an the

PARIS passes over, Pan. Swords? any thing, he cares not : devil come to him, it's all one: By. god's lid, it does one's heart good :-Yonder comes Paris, yondor



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