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Cre. No matter.
Pan. You have no judgment, Neice; Helen herself fwore th other day, that Troilus for a brown favour, (for so 'uis, I must confess) not brown neither
Cre. No, but brown.
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 Troi. lus 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 sure, she does. She came to him th' other day into the compass-window; and, you know, he has not past three or four hairs on his chin.
Cre. Indeed, a tapfer's arithmetic may soon 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 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.
Cre. Oh, he smiles valiantly..
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 fo.
Pan. Troilus ? why, he esteems 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 chuse but laugh to think how she cickled 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 Hecuba laught, that her eyes run o'er.
Cre. With milftones.
eyes run o'er too ?
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 one and fifty hairs on your chin, and one of them is white.
Cre. This is her queftion.
Pan. That's true, take 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 fhe, which of these hairs is Paris, my
pot of her
husband? the forked one, quoth he, pluck it out and give it him: but there was such laughing, and Helen so blush'd, and Paris so chaf'd, and all the rest fo laught, that it past.
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
Pan. I'll be sworn, ’ris true; he will weep you, an ’rwere a man born in April.
[Sound a retreat, Cre. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a metile against May.
Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field; shall we stand up here, and see them, as they pass towards Ilium? good neice, do; sweet neice Cresida. · 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 pases over the stage. Cre. Speak not so loud.
Pan. That's Æneas; is not that a brave man? he's one of the flowers of Troy, I
but mark Troilus, you shall see anon. Cre. Who's that ?
Antenor passes over the stage. Pan. That's Antenor, he has a shrewd wit, I can tell you, and he's a man good enongh; he's one o'th' foundest judgment in Troy whosoever, and a proper man of person ; when comes Troilus? I'll fhew you Troilus anon; if he see me, you shall see him nod at ine.
Cre. Will he give you the nod;
Cre. If he do, * the mich shall have more.
Hector passes over. Pan. That's Heftor, - that, that, look you, that: there's a fellow ! go thy way, Hector; there's a brave man, neice: 0 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 see? look you there! there's no jefting; there's laying on, take't off who will, as they say, there be hacks. Cre. Be ihose with swords?
Paris passes 'over. Pan. Swords, any thing, he cares not, an the devil come to him, it's all one; by godslid, it does one's 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 said, he came home hurt to-day? he's not hurt; why, this will do Helen's heart good now, ah? 'would, I could see Troilus now; you shall see Troilus anon. Cre Who's that?
Helenus paffes over. Pan. That's Helenus. I marvel, where Troilus is that's Helenus--I think, he went not forth to-day i 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 he people cry Truilus.? Helenus is a prielt.
-the rich shall have more.! To give one the nnd, was a Phrase fignifying to yive oue a Mark of foily. The Reply turns upon this Sente allu ling the Expression zivi, and thould be icad thus,
The nich should have more. i. e, much. He that has gauch Folly already shall then have more.
Cre. What sneaking fellow comes yonder ?.
Troilus passes over. Pan. Where ! yonder ? that’s Deiphcbus. 'Tis Troi lus! there's a man, neice- hem- -brave Troilus! the prince of chivalry!
Cre. Peace, for shame, peace.
Pan. Mark him, note him: O brave Troilus! look well upon him, neice, look you how his sword is bloodied, and his helm more hack'd than He&tor'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 fifter 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 money to boot.
Enter common Soldiers. Cre. Here come more.
Pan. Asses, fools, dolts, chaff and bran, chaff and bran; porridge after meat. I could live and die 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 ihan 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, manhord, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and so forth, the spice and salt, that seasons a man?
Cre. Ay, a minc'd man; and then to be bak'd with no date in the pie, for then the man's date is out.
Pan. You are such another woman, one knows not at what ward you lie.