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Cre. That were we talking of, and of his anger,
Pan. Was he angry?
Cre. So he says here.

Pan. True, he was fo; I know the cause too: he'll Jay about him to-day, I can tell them that ; and there's Troilus will not come far behind him, let them take heed of Troilus ; I can tell them that too.

Cre. What, is he angry too?

Pan. Who, Troilus ? Troilus is the better man of the two.

Cre, Oh Jupiter ! there's no comparison.

Pan. What, not between Troilus and Heator? do you know a man if you see him ?

Cre. Ay, if ever I saw him before, and knew him. Pan. Well, I fay Troilus is Troilus.

Cre. Then you say, as I say, for I am sure he is not Hestor.

Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some degrees.
Cre. 'Tis just to each of them, he is himself,
Pan. Himself? alas poor Troilus ! I would he were.
Cre. So he is.
Pan. 'On condition. I had gone bare-foot to India.
Cré. He is not Heitor.

Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself ; would he were himself! well, the Gods are above, time must friend or end; well, Troilus, well! I would my heart were in het body-tano, Hector is not a better man, than Troilus.

Cre. Excuse me.
Pan. He is elder.
Cre. Pardon mé, pardon me.

Pan. Th' other's not come to't, you shall tell me another tale when th other's come to't : HeEtor 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.

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

Pan. You have no judgment, neice ; Helen her self swore th 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's.
Cre. Why, Paris hath colour enough.
Pan. So he has.

Cre. Then Troilus should have too much; if she prais’d him about his complexion as higher than his, he having colour enough, 'the other higher is too faming a praise for a good complexion. I had as lieve Helen's golden tongue had commended Trailus for a

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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 compaft window ; . and you know he has not past three or four hairs on his chin.

Cre. Indeed a tapster's arithmetick may soon bring his particulars therein to a cotal.

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

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.

Cre. Oh, he smiles valiantly,
Pan. Does he not?
Cre. O yes, a las 'twere a cloud in autumn.

Pan. Why, go to then but to prove to you that
Helen loves Troilus.

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Cre. Troilys will stand 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 chuse but laugh to think how she tickled his chin ; indeed the 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. Pan. And Gasandra laught. Cre. But there was more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes; did her eyes run o'er too?

Pan. And Heator laught. Cre. At what was all this laughing ? Pan. Marry, at the white hair, that Helen spied on Troilus's chin.

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


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

Cre. What was his answer ?

Pan. Quoth she, here's but ?lone 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, quoth he, and one white; that white hair is my father, and all the rest are his fons. Jupiter ! quoth The, which of these hairs is Paris my husband ? the forked one, quoth he, pluck’t out and give it him :

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but there was such laughing, and Helen so blush'd, and Paris so chaft, and all the rest so laught, that it paft.a.

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 'cis true ; he will weep you s 'as. 'twere a man born in April.

[Sound a retreat. Cre. And I'll spring up in his tears, as ’rwere & nettle against May.

Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field , shall we stand up here and see them as they pass towards lium ? good neice, do, sweet neice 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 flowers of Troy, I can tell you ; but mark Iroilus, you shall see anon, Cre. Who's that?

Antenor palles over the Stage. Pan. That's Antenor ; he has a shrewd wit, I can tell you, and he's a man good enough ; he's one o'tk' foundeft judgment in Troy whosoever, and a proper man of person ; when comes Troilus? I'll shew you Troilus anon ; if he see me, you shall see him nod at me.

Cre. Will he give you the nod ?
Pan. You shall fee.
Cre. If he do, the rest shall have none.)

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

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2 fellow! go thy way, Hector ; there's a brave many 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 see? look you there : there's no jesting; there's laying on, take'r off who will, as they say; there be hacks. Cre. 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 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'c 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, ha! would I could see Troilus now ; you shall see Troilus anon. Cre. 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.

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 ?

Troilus passes over. Pan. Where ! yonder ? that's Deiphobus. 'Tis Troilus! 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



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