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 nofe.

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

indeed.

Cre. Then she's a merry Greek, Pan. Nay, I am fure, fhe does. She came to him th' other day into the compafs-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 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.

Cre. 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. Cre. Juno, have mercy! how came it cloveny Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled. I think, his fmiling becomes him better, than any man in all Phrygia. Cre. Oh, he fmiles 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 ftand to the proof, if you'll prove it fo. Pan. Troilus? why, he efteems her no more than I efteem 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 the tickled his chin; indeed, fhe has a marvellous white hand, I muft 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.

Pan. But there was fuch laughing. Queen Hecuba laught, that her eyes run o'er.

Cre. With milftones.

Pan. And Caffandra laught.

Cre. But there was more temp'rate 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.

Gre. An't had been a green hair, I fhould have laught

too.

Pan. They laught not so much at the hair, as at his pretty answer.

Cre. What was his anfwer?

Pan. Quoth the, here's but one 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: one and fifty hairs. (4) quoth he, and one white; that white hair is my father, and all the reft are his fons. Jupiter! quoth fhe, which of these hairs is Paris, my husband? the forked one, quoth he, pluck it out and give it him : but there was fuch laughing, and Helen fo blufh'd, and Paris fo chaf'd, and all the reft fo laught, that it paft. 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 spring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle against May.

(4) Two and fifty hairs, queth he, and one white; that white Hair my Father; and all the reft are bis Sons ] The Copyifts muft have erred here in the Number; and I have ventured to fubftitute one and fifty, I think, with fome Certainty. How else can the number make out Priam, and his fifty Sons?

Pan.

Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field; fhalf we stand up here, and fee them, as they pafs towards Ilium? good niece, do; fweet niece Creida.

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 pafs by; but mark Troilus above the reft. Eneas paffes over the Stage.

Cre. Speak not so 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 fhall fee anon.

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 fee me, you fhall fee him nod at me.

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Cre. Will he give you the nod?

Pan. You fhall fee.

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

Hector paffes over.

Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that: there's 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 ?

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 fay, there be hacks. Cre. Be thofe with fwords?

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Paris paffes over.

Pan. Swords, any thing,, he cares not, come to him, it's all one; by godflid, it

an the devil does one's

heart

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 faid, he came home hurt to day? he's not hurt; why, this will do Helen's heart good now, ha would, I could fee Troilus now; you fhall fee Troilus anon.

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

that's Helenus.

Cre. Can Helenus fight, uncle?

Pan. Helenus, no-yes, he'll fight indifferent wellI marvel, where Troilus is? hark, do you not hear the people cry Troilus? Helenus is a priest."

Cre What fneaking fellow comes yonder?

-Pan Where! yonder that's Deiphobus. 'Tis Troilus! there's a man, niece -hem brave Troilus! the

prince of chivalry

Cre. Peace, for fhame, peace.

Pan. Mark him, note him: O brave Troilus! look well upon him, niece, look you how his fword is bloodied, and his helm more hack'd than Hector's, and how he looks, and how he goes! O admirable youth he never faw three and twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; had I a fifter were a grace, or a daughter a Goddefs, he should take his choice. O admirable man! Paris? -Paris is dirt to him, and, I warrant, Helen to change would give money to boot.

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 fuch a man as Troilus, than Agamemnon and all Greece.

Gre.

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 shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and fo forth, the fpice and falt, that seasons a man?

Cre. Ay, a minc'd man: and then to be bak'd with no date in the pye, for then the man's date is out,— Pan. You are fuch another woman, one knows not at what ward you lie.

Cre. Upon my back to defend my belly; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my fecrefy, to defend mine honefty; my mafk to defend my beauty, and you to defend all thefe; and at all these wards I lie, at a thoufand watches.

Pan. Say one of your watches.

Cre. Nay, I'll watch you for that, and that's one of the chiefeft 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 fwell paft hiding, and then it is past watching.

Pan. You are fuch another.

Bay. 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; I doubt, he be hurt. Fare ye well, good niece.

Cre. Adieu, uncle.

Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by.

Cre. To bring, uncle

Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.

Cre. By the fame token, you are a bawd. (Exit Pan. Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full facrifice, He offers in another's enterprize :

But more in Troilus thoμfand-fold I see,

Than