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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, nat between 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 vere,

Cres. So he is.
Pan. - 'Condition, I had gone barefoot to India.
Cres. He is not Hector.

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. He is elder.
Cres. Pardon me, pardon 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. Nor bis qualities;
Cres. No matter.
Pan, Nor his beauty.
Cres. "Twould not become him, bis own's better.

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 peither.

Cres. No, but brown.
Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown.
Cres. To say the truth, true and not true.
Pan. She prais'd his complexion above Paris.
Cries. Why, Paris, hath colour enough.
Pan. So he has

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,

Pun. 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 bas 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 lifter ti

Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves him ; --she came, and puts me her wbite 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. Does he not?
Cres. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn.

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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, he 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 white 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
Pan. And Cassandra laughed.

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.
Cres. At what was all this laughing?

Pan. Marry, 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 haire 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.

laughing! and Helen so blushed, and Paris so chafed, and all the rest so laughed, that it passed.

Cres. 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.

Cres. So I do.

Pan. I'll be sworn, 'tis true; he will weep you, an 'tweret a man born in April.

Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle against May.

(A Retreat sounded. 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.

Cres. 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. Cres. 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. Cres. Who's that?

Antenor passes oder. 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 soundest judgements in Troy, whosoever, and a proper man of person-When comes Troilus?-I'll show you Troilus anon; if he see me, you shall see him nod at me.

Cres. Will he give you the vodt?
Pan. You shall see.

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Cres. If he do, the rich shall have more.

Hector 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?

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?

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