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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 fwore th other day, that Troilus for a brown favour, (for fo 'tis, I must confefs) not brown neither

Cre. No, but brown.

Pan. Faith, to fay truth, brown and not brown.
Cre. To fay 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 fhould have too much; if the 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 nofe.

Pan. I fwear to you, I think, Helen loves him better than Paris.

Cre. Then he's a merry Greek, indeed.

Pan. Nay, I am fure, fhe does. She came to him th' other day into the compafs-window; and, you know, he has not paft three or four hairs on his chin. Cre. Indeed, a tapfter's arithmetic may foon 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 fo 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 fmiling becomes him better, than any man in all Phrygia.

Cre. Oh, he fmiles 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 Helen loves Troilus..

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Cre. Troilus will ftand to the proof, if you'll prove

it fo.

Pan. Troilus? why, he efteems 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 chufe but laugh to think how she tickled his chin; indeed, fhe has a marvellous white hand, I must needs confefs.

Cre. Without the Rack.

Pan. And he 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 pot of her eyes; did her 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 fhould have laught too.

Pan. They laught not so much at the hair, as at his pretty anfwer.

Cre. What was his anfwer?

Pan. Quoth fhe, 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, take no queftion of that: one and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white; that white hair is my father, and all the reft are his fons. Jupiter! quoth fhe, which of these hairs is Paris, my husband?

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husband? the forked one, quoth he, pluck it out and give it him: but there was fuch laughing, and Helen fo blufh'd, and Paris fo chaf'd, and all the reft fo laught, that it past.

Cre. So let it now, for it has been a great while going by.

Pan. Well, coufin, I told you a thing Yesterday; think on't.

Cre. So I do.

Pan. I'll be fworn, 'tis true; he will weep you, an 'twere a man born in April.: [Sound a retreat. Cre. And I'll fpring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle against May.

› Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field; fhall we ftand up here, and fee them, as they pafs towards Ilium? good neice, do; fweet neice Creffida.

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 reft.:

Eneas paffes over the stage.

Cre. Speak not fo loud.

Pan. That's Eneas; is not that a brave man ? he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you; but mark Troilus, you fhall fee anon.

Cre. Who's that?

Antenor paffes over the flage.

Pan. That's Antenor, he has a fhrewd wit, I can tell you, and he's a man good enongh; he's one o'th' foundeft judgment in Troy whofoever, and a proper man of perfon; when comes Troilus? I'll fhew you Troilus anon; if he see me, you fhall fee him nod

at me.

Cre. Will he give you the nod;
Pan. You fhall fee.

Cre.

Cre. If he do,* the mich fhall have more.

Hector paffes over.

Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that: there's a fellow! go thy way, Hector; there's a brave man, neice: O brave Hector! 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,look you, what hacks are on his helmet, look you yonder, do you fee? look you there! there's no jefting; there's laying on, take't off who will, as they fay, there be hacks.

Cre. Be thofe with fwords?

Paris paffes over.

Pan. Swords, any thing, he cares not, an the devil come to him, it's all one; by godflid, 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 faid, he came home hurt to-day? he's not hurt; why, this will do Helen's heart good now, ah? 'would, I could fee Troilus now; you shall fee 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.

Cre Can Helenus fight, uncle?

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Pan. Helenus, no-yes, he'll fight indifferent wellI marvel, where Troilus is? hark, do you not hear he people cry Troilus? Helenus is a pricft.

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-the rich fhall have more.] To give one the nod, was a Phrafe fignifying to give one a Mark of foily. The Reply turns upon this

Sente alluding the Expreflion give, and thould be read thus,

The mich fhould have more.

i. e. much. He that has much Folly already fhall then have more.

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Cre.

Cre. What fneaking fellow comes yonder ?.

Troilus paffes 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 fhame, peace.

Pan. Mark him, note him: O brave Troilus! look well upon him, neice, look you how his fword 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 faw three and twenty. Go thy way Troilus, go thy way; had I a fifter were a Grace, or a daughter a Goddefs, he fhould take his choice. O admirable man! 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. Affes, 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 fuch 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 fhape, difcourfe, manhod, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and fo forth, the fpice and falt, 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 fuch another woman, one knows not at what ward you lie.

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