Cre. No matter.

Pan. Nor his beauty.

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

Pan. You have no judgement, neice; Helen her self swore th' other day, that Troilus for a brown favour, (for so 'tis I must confefs) 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 fhould have too much; if the 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.

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 fure the does.

She came to him th' other day into the compaft window; and you know he has not past three or four hairs on his chin.

Cre. Indeed a tapfter's arithmetick may foon bring his particu

lars therein to a total.

Pan. Why he is very young, and yet will he within three pound lift as much as his brother Hector.

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

Pan. But to prove to you that Helen loves him, fhe 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.

Cre. Oh, he fmiles valiantly.

Pan.

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 ftand to the proof, if you'll prove it so.

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

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

Pan. I cannot chufe but laugh to think how she tickled his chin; indeed she has a marvellous white hand, I must needs confefs.

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 Hecuba laught that her eye run o'er.

Cre. With milftones.

Pan. And Caffandra laught.

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

Pan. And Hector laught.

Cre. At what was all this laughing?

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

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

Pan. They laught not so much at the hair as at his pretty answer. Cre. What was his answer?

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

Cre. This is her question.

Pan. That's true, make no question of that: two and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white; that white hair is the father, and

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all the reft are his fons. Jupiter, quoth fhe, which of these hairs is Paris, my husband? the forked one, quoth he, pluck't out and give it him: but there was fuch laughing, and Helen fo blush'd, and Paris so chaft, and all the reft fo laught, that it past.

Cre. 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.
Cre. So I do.

Pan. I'll be fworn 'tis true; he will weep you an 'twere a man born in April. [Sound a retreat. Cre. And I'll fpring up in his tears, as 'twere a nettle against May.

Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field, fhall we stand up here and see them as they pass towards Ilium? good neice do, fweet neice Creffida.

Cre. At your pleasure.

Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place, here we may fee 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.

Cre. Speak not fo loud.

Pan. That's Eneas; is not that a brave man? he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you; but mark Troilus, you shall see

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Cre. Who's that?

Antenor paffes over the Stage.

Pan. That's Antenor, he has a fhrewd wit, I can tell you, and he's a man good enough, he's one o'th' foundest judgment in Troy whofoever, and a proper man of perfon; when comes Troilus? I'll fhew you Troilus anon; if he see me, you shall see him nod at me. Cre. Will he give you the nod?

Pan. You fhall fee.

Cre. If he do, the rich fhall have more.

Hector

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, neice: O brave Hector! look how he looks? there's a countenance! is't not a brave

man?

Cre. O brave man!

Pan. Is he 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.

Cre. Be those with fwords?

Paris passes over.

Pan. Swords, any thing, he cares not, an the devil come to him, it's all one; by godslid is does ones heart good. Yonder comes Paris, yonder comes Paris: look ye yonder, neice, is't not a gallant man too, is't not? why, this is brave now: who faid he came home hurt to-day? he's not hurt; why, this will do Helen's heart good now, ha? would I could see Troilus now, you fhall fee Troilus anon.

Cre. Who's that?

Helenus passes over.

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

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Cre. 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..

Cre. What sneaking fellow comes yonder?

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Troilus

Troilus paffes over.

Pan. Where! yonder? that's Deiphobus. 'Tis Troilus! there's a man, neice ---- hem - brave Troilus; the prince of chivalry. Cre. Peace, for fhame, peace.

Pan. Mark him, note him: O brave Troilus: look well upon him, neice, look you how his fword is bloodied, and his helm more hack'd then 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 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 one eye to boot.

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Enter common Soldiers.

Cre. Here come more.

Pan. Affes, fools, dolts, chaff and bran, chaff and bran; porridge after meat. I could live and dye i'th' 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.

Cre. There is among the Greeks Achilles, a better man than Troilus.

Pan. Achilles a dray-man, a porter, a very camel.

Cre. Well, well.

Pan. Well, well why, have you any discretion? have you any eyes? do you know what a man is? is not birth, beauty, good fhape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and so forth, the spice and salt that seasons a man?

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Che. Ay, a minc'd man, and then to be bak'd with no date in pye, for then the man's date is out.

Pan. You are fuch another woman, one knows not at what ward you lye.

Cre. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to de