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Cre. Then she's a a merry Greek, indeed.
Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to him the other day into the compass’d window,-and, you know, he has not past three or four hairs on his chin. i
Cre. Indeed, a tapster'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 ; The 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. O, he smiles valiantly.
an 'twere a cloud in autumn. Pan. Why, go to then :-But, to prove to you thar Helen loves Troilus,
Cre. Troilus 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’ the shell.
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 the takes upon her to spy a white hair on his chin. * a merry Greek]—a wanton lass. compafi'd window)-bow-window.
a lifter)-a thief. , an 'were]-as if it were, just like.
Cre. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer.
Pan. But, there was such laughing ;-Queen Hecuba laugh'd, that her eyes ran o'er.
Cre. With mill-ftones.
Cre. But there was more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes ;-Did her eyes run o'er too?
Pan. And Hector laugh’d.
Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus' chin.
Cre. An't had been a green lair, I should have laugh'd
Pan. They laugh'd 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 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 she, which of these hairs is Paris, my husband? The forked one, quoth he; pluck it out, and give it bim. But, there was such laughing ! and Helen so blush'd, and Paris so chaf'd, and all the rest fo laugh'd, that it pass’d.
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, '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 'cwere a ne ttle against May.
Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field : Shall we stand up here, and see them, as they pass toward Ilium? good niece, do; sweet niece Cressida.
Cre. At your pleasure.
Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place; here we may see moft 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 him anon. Cre. Who's that?
Antenor passes over. Pan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit, I can tell you; and he's a man good enough: he's one o' the foundest judgment in Troy, whosoever; and a proper man of person:—When comes Troilus ?-I'll shew you Troilus anon ; if he fee me, you shall see him nod at me.
Cre. Will he give you the nod ?
HeEtor passes over. Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that ; There's a fellow !--Go thy way, Hector ;— There's a brave man, niece.- brave Hector !-Look, how he looks! there's a countenance: Is't not a brave man?
Cre, O, a brave man! Pan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart good-Look eibe rich spall have more.)-you'll have more nods, be a greater addy than you are at present-perhaps alluding to the game at cards called Noddy.
you, what hacks are on his helmet ! look you yonder, do
you see? look you there! There's no jesting : laying on; take't 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 god's lid, it does one's 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 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: - 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, niece! Hem !-Brave Troilus ! the prince of chivalry!
Cre. Peace, for shame, peace !
Pan. Mark him; note him ;- brave Troilus -look well upon him, niece; look you, how his sword is bloody'd, 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 man! Paris? Paris is dirt to him; and, I warrant, Helen, to change, would give an eye to boot.
Enter Soldiers, &c. Cre. Here come more.
Pan. Afles, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff and bran! porridge after meat! I could live and die i' the 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 shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season 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 such a 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 secrecy, to defend
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