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Cre. No matter.
Pan. Nor his beauty.
Cre. 'Twould not become him, his own's better.

Pan. You have no judgment, Neice; Helen herself swore th other day, that Troilus for a brown favour, (for so 'ris, 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.

Pan. I swear to you, I think, Helen loves him bet. ter 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 {miling becomes him better, than any man in all Phrygia.

Cre. Oh, he smiles valiantly.
Pan. Does he not?


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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 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 Hecuba laught, that her eyes run o'er.

Cre. With milftones.
Pan. And Caffandra laught.
Cre. But there was more temperate fire under the

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eyes run o'er too ?
Pan. And Hector 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 too.

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 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 she, which of these hairs is Paris, my


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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, coulin, I told you a thing Yesterday.; think on't.

Cre. So I do.

Pan. I'll be sworn, 'tis 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 niettle 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.

Ere. 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 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' soundelt 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

Cre. Will he give you the nod;
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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, He&tor; there's a brave man, neice: O brave Hettor! 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,-

what hacks are on his helmet, look you
yonder, do you see? look you there! there's no jeft-
ing; there's laying on, take't off who will, as they
lay, there be hacks.
Cre. Be those with swords ?

Paris paffes 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

Thall 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:
that's. Helenus.

Crel 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.

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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 Hector'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 inan! 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. Afles, 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 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 noć birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhord, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and so forth, the fpice 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



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