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Cres. But there was more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes :did her eyes run o'er too?
Pan. And Hector laughed.
Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus' chin.
Cres. An't had been a green 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(11) hairs on your chin, and one of them is white."
Cres. This is her question.
66 One and fifty hairs,” quoth he, “and one white: that 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’t out, and give it him.” But there was such 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 'twere 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.
Cres. Speak not so loud.
passes. 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.
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 judgments in Troy, whosoever, and a proper man of
- 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 nod ?
Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that; there's a fellow !-Go thy way, Hector!-- There's a brave man, niece. -O 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 lacks !
Cres. Be those with swords?
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 :
Paris passes. look ye yonder, niece; is't not a gallant man too, is’t not ?Why, this is brave now.-Who said he came hurt home today? he's not hurt: why, this will do Helen's heart good now,
ha !-Would I could see Troilus now!-You shall see Troilus anon.
Pan. That's Helenus :-I marvel where Troilus is :that's Helenus :-I think he went not forth to-day :-that's Helenus.
Cres. 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.
Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder?
Pan. Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus :'tis Troilus ! there's a man, niece !-Hem !-Brave Troilus ! the prince of chivalry!
Cres. Peace, for shame, peace!
Pan. Mark him; note him:-O brave Troilus! - look well upon him, niece: look you how his sword is bloodied, and his helm more hacked than Hector's; and how he looks, and how he goes !–0 admirable youth! he ne'er saw threeand-twenty.—Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way!-Had I a sister 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.
Cres. Here come more.
Pan. Asses, 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 such a man as Troilus than Agamemnon and all Greece.
Cres. There is among the Greeks Achilles,-a better man than Troilus.
Pan. Achilles ! a drayman, a porter, a very camel. .
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, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man?
Cres. Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked with no date in the pie,--for then the man's date's out.
Pan. You are such a woman! one knows not at what ward you
lie. Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my secrecy, to defend mine honesty; my mask, to defend my beauty; and you, to defend all these : and at all these wards I lie, at a thousand watches.
Pan. Say one of your watches.
; chiefest 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 swell past hiding, and then it's past watching.
Pan. You are such another !
Enter Troilus' Boy.
Pan. Good boy, tell him I come. [Exit Boy.] I doubt he be hurt.-—Fare ye well, good niece.
Cres. Adieu, uncle.
Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat,