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a fellow "Go thy way, Hector ;-There's a brave man, niece.-0 brave Hector!-Look, how he looks! there's a countenance: Is't not a brave man?
Cres. 0, a brave man!
Pan. Is'a 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't off who will, as they say: there be hacks! Cres. 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?-Wby, this is brave now.-Who said, he came hurt home 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. Cres. 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. Cres. 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, Troilas?-Helenus is a priest. Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder?
TROILUS pusses over. Pan. Where? yonder ? that's Deiphobus : 'Tis Troilus! there's a man, niece!-Hem!—Brave Troilus! the prince of chivalry!
Cres. Peace, for shame, peace!
Pan. Mark hiin; note bim ;-0 brave Troilus !-look well upon him, niece; look you, how his sword is bloodied, and his helin more hack'd than Hector's;
And how he looks, and how he goes!-0 admirable youth! he ne'er saw three and twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; had I a sister 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.
Forces pass over the Stage. Cres. Here come more.
Pan. Asses, fools, dolts! cbaff 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.
Cres. There is among the Greeks, Achilles; a belter man than Troilus.
Pan. Achilles ? a drayman, a porter, a very camel. Cres. 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?
Cres. Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked 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.
Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my secrecy, to defend mine honesty; my mask, to defend my beauty; and you, to defend all these : and at all these wards' 1 lie, at a thousand watches.
Pan. Say one of your watches.
Cres. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's one of the chiefest 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 swell past hiding, and then it is past watching
Pan. You are such another!
Enter Troilus' Boy. Boy. 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: [Exit Boy] I doubt, he be hurt. — Fare ye well, good niece.
Cres. Adieu, uncle.
That she belov'd knows nought, that knows not this,
MENELAUS, and others. Agam. Princes, What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks? The ample proposition, that hope makes In all designs begun on earth below, Fails in the promis'd largeness: checks and disasters Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd; As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap; Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain
Tortive and errant from his course of growth.
Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat,
Than by the tiger: but when the splitting wind
[To Agamemnon. And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life,
[To Nestor. I give to both your speeches,—which were such, As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece Should hold up high in brass; and such again, As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver, Should with a bond of air (strong as the axletree On which heaven rides), knit all the Greekish ears To his experienc'd tongue,-yel let it please both, Thou great, and wise,-to hear Ulysses speak.
Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca; and be’t of less
Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down,