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Pan. And Hector laugh'd.

Cre. At what was all this laughing?

Pan, Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus chin.

Cre. An't had been a green hair, I fhould have laugh'd too.

Pan. They laugh'd not fo much at the hair, as at his pretty answer.

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; make 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 thefe hairs is Paris, my husband? The forked one, quoth he; pluck it out, and give it him. But, there was fuch laughing? and Helen fo blush'd, and Paris fo chaf'd, and all the reft fo laugh'd, that it pass'd.

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

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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 tears, an 'twere a nettle against May.

Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field: Shall we ftand up here, and fee them, as they pafs toward Ilium? good niece, do; fweet niece Creffida. Cre. At your pleasure.

Pan, Here, here, here's an excellent place; here

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we may see most bravely: I'll tell you them all by their names, as they pafs by; but mark Troilus a bove the reft.

ENEAS paffes over the Stage.

Cre. Speak not fo 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 fhall fee anon.

Cre. Who's that?

ANTENOR paffes over.

Pan. That's Antenor; he has a fhrewd wit, I can tell you; and he's a man good enough: he's one o' the foundest judgement in Troy, whofoever; and a proper man of perfon:-When comes Troilus? I'll fhew you Troilus anon; if he fee me, you shall fee him nod at me.

Cre. Will he give you the nod?

Pan. You fhall fee.

Cre. If he do, the rich 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, a brave man!

Pan. Is a' not? It does a man's heart goodLook you, what hacks are on his helmet? look you yonder, do you fee? look you there! There's no jesting; laying on; take't off who will, as they say: there be hacks!

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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 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?-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. Ha! 'would I could fee Troilus now!-you fhall 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?

Pan Helenus? no;-yes, he'll fight indifferent well:-I marvel, where Troilus is!-Hark! do you not hear the people cry, Troilus? Helenus is a priest.

Cre. What fneaking fellow comes yonder?

TROILUS paffes over.

Pan. Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus: 'Tis Troilus! there's a man, niece!- Hem!-Brave

Troilus the prince of chivalry!

Cre. Peace, for fhame, peace!

Pan. Mark him; note him;-O brave Troilus!look well upon him, niece; look you, how his fword is bloody'd, and his helm more hack'd than Hector's; And how he looks, and how he goes!

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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 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.

Enter Soldiers, Sc.

Cre. Here come more.

Pan. Affes, fools, dolts! chaff 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 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 difcretion? have you any eyes? Do you know what a man is? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentlenefs, virtue, youth, liberality, and fuch like, the fpice and falt that feafon a man?

Cre. Ay, a minc'd man: and then to be bak'd with no date in the pye, for then the man's date

is out.

Pan. You are fuch a woman! one knows not at what ward you lie.

Cre. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my fecrecy, to defend mine honesty; my mask, to defend my beau

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ty; and you to defend all these and at all these wards I lie, at a thousand watches.

Pan. Say one of your watches.

Cre. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's one of the chiefeft 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 fwell past hiding, and then it is past watching.

Pan. You are fuch another!

Enter TROILUS' Boy.

Boy. Sir, my lord would inftantly speak with

you.

Pan, Where?

Boy. At your own houfe; there unarms him. Pan. Good boy, tell him I come [Exit Boy]; I doubt he be hurt.--Fare ye well, good niece.Cre. Adieu, uncle.

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Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by.
Cre. To bring, uncle,

Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.

Cre. By the fame token-you are a bawd.

[Exit PANDARUS,

Words, vows, gifts, tears, love's full facrifice, He offers in another's enterprize :

But more in Troilus thoufand fold I fee

Than in the glafs of Pandar's praise may be;
Yet hold I off. Women are angels wooing;
Things won are done, joy's foul lies in the doing:
That the belov'd knows nought, that knows not this,
Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is:
That fhe was never yet, that ever knew
Love got fo fweet, as when defire did fue:
Therefore this maxim out of love I teach,-

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