into the compast window, and you know he has not past three or foure haires on his chinne.

Cres. Indeed a Tapsters Arithmetique may soone bring his particulars therein, to a totall.

Pand. Why he is very yong, and yet will be within three pound lift as much as his brother Hedor.

Cres. Is he is so young a man, and so old a lifter?

Pan. But to proove to you that Hellen loves him, she came and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin.

Cres. Juno have mercy, how came it cloven?

Pan. Why, you know 'tis dimpled,

I thinke his smyling becomes him better then any man in all Phrigia.

Cre. Oh he smiles valiantly.

Pan. Dooes hee not?

Cre. Oh yes, and 'twere a clow'd in Autumne.

Pan. Why go to then, but to prove to you that Hellen loves Troylus.

Cre. Troylus wil stand to thee

Proofe, if youle proove it so.

Pan. Troylus? why he esteemes her no more then I esteeme an addle egge.

Cre. If you love an addle egge as well as you love an idle head, you would eate chickens i'th'shell.

Pan. I cannot chuse but laugh to thinke how she tickled his chin, indeed shee has a marvel's white hand I must needs confesse.

Cre. Without the racke.

Pan. And shee takes upon her to spie a white haire on his chinne.

Cre. Alas poore chin? many a wart is richer.

Pand. But there was such laughing, Queene Hecuba laught that her eyes ran ore.

Cre. With Milstones.

Pan. And Cassandra laught.

most bravely, Ile tel you them all by their names, as they passe by, but marke Troylus above the rest.

Enter Eneas.

Cre. Speake not so low'd.

Pan. That's Eneas, is not that a brave man, hee's one of the flowers of Troy I can you, but marke Troylus, you shal see anon.

Cre. Who's that?

Enter Antenor.

Pan. That's Antenor, he has a shrow'd wit I can tell you, and hee's a man good inough, hee's one o'th soundest judgement in Troy whosoever, and a proper man of person: when comes Troylus? Ile shew you Troylus anon, if hee see me, you shall

see him nod at me.

Cro. Will he give you the nod?

Pan. You shall see.

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

Enter Hedor.

Pan. That's Hector, that, that, looke you, that there's a fellow. Goe thy way Hedor, there's a brave man Neece, O brave Hedor! Looke how hee lookes? there's a countenance; ist not a brave

man?

Cre. O brave man!

Pan. Is a not?

It dooes a mans heart good, looke you what hacks are on his Helmet, looke you yonder, do you see? Looke you there? There's no jesting, laying on, tak't off, who ill as they say, there be hacks.

Cre. Be those with Swords?

Enter Paris.

him, it's all one, by Gods lid it dooes ones heart good. Yonder Pan, Swords, any thing he cares not, and the divell come to comes Paris, yonder comes Paris: looke yee yonder Neece, ist

not a gallant man to, ist not?
he came hurt home to day?
Hellens heart good now, ha?
you shall Troylus anon.
Cre. Whose that?

Why this is brave now: who said
Hee's not hurt, why this will do
Would I could see Troylus now,

Enter Hellenus.

Pan. That's Hellenus, I marvell where Troylus is, that's Helenus, I thinke he went not forth to day: that's Hellenus.

Cre. Can Hellenus fight Uncle?

Pan. Hellenus no: yes heele fight indifferent, well, I marvell where Troylus is; harke, do you not haere the people crie Troylus? Hellenus is a Priest,

Cre. What sneaking fellow comes yonder?

Enter Trylus.

Pan. Where? Yonder? That's Daphobus. "Tis Troylus! Ther's a man Neece, hem! Brave Troylus, the Prince of Chivalrie.

Cre. Peace, for shame peace.

Pand. Marke him, not him: O brave Troylus: looke well upon him Neece, looke you how his Sword is bloudied, and his Helme more hackt then Hectors, and how he lookes, and how he goes. O admirable youth! he ne're saw three and twenty. Go thy way Troylus, go thy way, had I a sister were a Grace, or a daughter a Goddesse, hee should take his choice. O admirable Paris? Paris is durt to him, and I warrant, Helen to change, would give money to boot.

man!

Enter common Souldiers.

Cres. Heere come more.

Pan. Asses, fooles, dolts, chaffe and bran, chaffe and bran; porredge after meat. I could live and dye i'th'eyes of Troylus. Ne're looke, ne're looke; the Eagles are gon, Crowes and Dawes, Crowes and Dawes : I had rather be such a man as Troylus, then Agamemnon and all Greece.

Cres. There is among the Greekes Achilles, a better man then Troylus.

Pan. Achilles? a Dray-man, a Porter, a very Camell.

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, gentlenesse, vertue, youth, liberality, and so forth: the Spice, and salt that seasons a man?

Cres. I, a minc'd man and then to be bak'd with no Date in the pye, for then the man's dates out.

Pan. You are such another woman, one knowes not at what ward you lye.

Cres. Upon my backe, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; uppon my secrecy, to defend mine honesty; my Maske, to defend my beauty, and you to defend all these: and at all these wardes I lye at, at a thousand watches.

Pan. Say one of your watches.

Cres. Nay Ile watch you for that, and that's one of the cheefest of them too: If I cannot ward what I would not have hit, I can watch you for telling how I took the blow, unlesse it swell past hiding, and then it's past watching.

Enter Boy.

Pan. You are such another.

Boy. Sir, my Lord would instantly speake with you.
Pan. Where?

Boy. At your owne house.

Pan. Good Boy tell him I come, I doubt he bee hurt.

Fare ye well good Neece.

Cres. Adieu Unkle.

Pan. Ile be with you Neece by and by.

Cres. To bring Unkle.

Pan. I, a token from Troylus.

Cres. By the same token, you are a Bawd.

Exit Pand.