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But, to the sport abroad ;--Are you bound thither ?
Æne. In all swift haste.
Come, go we theu together.
Cres. Who were those went by?
Queen Hecuba, and Helen,
Up to the eastern tower,
What was his cause of anger? Aler. The poise goes, this : There is among the
Good; And what of him?
Cres. So do all men; unless they are drunk, sick, or have no legs.
Alex. This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts of their particular additions t; he is as valiant as the
Jion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant: a man into whom nature hath so crowded humours, tbat his valour is crushed* into folly, his folly sauced with discretion : there is no man hath a virtue that he hath not a glimpse of; nor any mao an attaint, but he carries some stain of it: he is melancholy without cause, and merry against the hairt: He hath the joints of every thing: but every thing so out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and bo use; or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight.
Cres. But liow should this man, that makes me smile, make Hector angry?
Alex. They say, he yesterday coped Hector in the battle, and struck him down: the disdain and shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector fasting and wakiug.
Cres. Who comes here?
Pan. Good morrow, cousin Cressid: What do you talk of?--Good morrow, Alexander.-How do , you, cousin? When were you at Ilium?
Cres. This morning, uucle.
Pan. What where you talking of, when I came ? Was Hector armed, and gone, ere ye came to Ilium ? IIelen was not up, was she?
Cres. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up.
Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause too; he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: and there is Troilus will not come far behind him; let them take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that too.
Cres. What, is he angry too?
Pan. Who, Troilus ? Troilus is the better man of the two.
Cres. 0, Jupiter! there's no comparison.
Pan. What, not betweeu Troilus and Hector? Do you know a man if you see him ?
Cres. Ay; if ever I saw him before, and knew him.
Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus.
Cres. Then you say as I say; for, I am sure, he is not Hector.
Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some degrees.
Cres. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself.
Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus! I would, he were,
Cres. So he is.
Pan. Himself? vo, he's not himself.-'Would 'a were himself! Well, the gods are above; Time must friend, or end: Well, Troilus, well,-I would, my heart were in her body!-No, Hector is not a better man than Troilus.
Cres. Excuse me.
Pan. The other's not.come to't; you shall tell me another tale, when the other's come to't. Hec. tor shall not have his wit this year.
Cres. He shall not need it, if he have his owu.
Pan. You have no judgement, niece: Heleu her. VOL. VI.
self swore the other day, that Troilus, for a brown favour, (for so 'tis, I must confess,)—Not brown veit her.
Cres. No, but brown.
Cres. Then, Troilus should have too much: if she praised him above, bis 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 lief, 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.
Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed. Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to him the other day into a compassed* window,-aud, you know, he has not past three or four hairs on his chin.
Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetick 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.
Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a liftert?
Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves him; --she came, and puts me her white haud to his clo. ven chin,
Cres. 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.
Cres. O, he smiles valiantly.
Pan. Why, go to then :- But to prove to you that Helen loves Troilus,
Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll prove it so,
Pan. Troilus? why, be esteems her no more than I esteem an addle egg. Cres. If
you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i'the shell.
Pan. I caunot choose but laugh, to think how she tickled his chin ;-Indeed, she has a marvellous wbite hand, I must needs confess.
Cres. Without the rack.
Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white hair on his chin.
Cres. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer.
Pan. But, there was such laughing ;-Queen Ho cuba laughed, that her eyes ran o'er.
Cres. With mill-stones.
Cres. But there was a more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes;-Did her eyes run o'er too?
Pan. And Hector laughed.
Pan. Marrs, at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus' chin.
Cres. Au't had been a greeu hair, I should have laughed too.
Pan. They laughed not so much at the hair, as at his pretty answer.
Cres. What was his answer ?
Pan, Quoth she, Here's but one and fifty hairs on your chin, and one of them is white.
Cres. This is her question.
Pan. That's true; make no question of that. One and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white: Thut white hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons. Jupiter! quoth she, which of these hairs is Paris my husband? The forked one, quoth he; pluck it out, and give it him. But, there was such
* A proverbial saying.