Pan. Faith to fay Truth, brown and not brown. 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 commanded Troilus for a copper Nole. Pan. I fwear to you, I think Helen loves him better than Paris. Pan. Nay, I am fure the doe. She came to him th’other Day into the compast Window, and you know he has not paft three or four Hairs on his Chin. Cre. Indeed a Tapfters 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 fold a Lifter? Pan. But to prove to you that Helen loves him, the 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 Phrigia. Cre, Ch, he fmiles valiantly. Pan. Does he not? Cre. Oh yes, and 'twere a Cloud in Autumn. Pan. Why go to then Helen loves Troilus. Cre. Troilus will ftand to the Proof, if you'll prove it fo. but to prove to you that Pan. Troilus? why he efteems her no more, than I c fteem an addle Egg. Cre. If you love an addle Egg, as well as you love an idle Head, you would eat Chickens 'ch' fhell. Pan. I cannot chufe but Laugh to think how the tickled his Chin; indeed the has a Marvel's white Hard, I muft needs confefs. Cre. Cre. Without the Rack. Pan. And he takes upon her to fpy 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 Eye 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 fpied on Troilus's Chin. too. Cre. And 'had been a green Hair, I should have laught Pad. They laught not fo much at the Hair as at his pretty Answer. Cre. What was his Anfwer? Pan. Quoth fhe, here's but two 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: Two and fifty Hairs, quoth he, and one white, that white Hair is my Father, and all the reft are his Sons. Jupiter, quoth fhe, which of thefe Hairs is Paris, my Husband? The forked one, quoth he, pluck't out and give it him: But there was fuch laughing, and Helen fo blush'd, and Paris so chaft, and all the reft fo laught, that it past. Cre. So let it now, For it has been a great while going by. I told you a thing Yesterday; think on't. 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, as 'twere a Nettle agaief May. K Pan. Hatk, 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. Cre. Cre. At your Pleasure, Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent Place, here we may fee most bravely, I'll tell you them all by their Names, as they pafs 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 shall see anon. Cre. Who's that? Antenor paffes over the Stage. Pan. That's Antenor, he has a fhrewd Wit, I can tell you, and he's a Man good enough, he's one o'th' foundest Judgment in Troy whofoever, and a proper Man of Perfon; when comes Troilus? I'll fhew you Troilus anon; if he feee me, you fhall 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 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 fee? Look you there? There's no jefting; laying on, tak't off who will, as they fay; there be hacks. Cre. Be thofe with Swords? Paris paffes over. Pan. Swords, any thing, he cares not, and the Devil come to him, it's all one; by Godslid it does ones 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, ha? Would I could fee Troilus now, you fhall fee Troilus anon. Cre. Who's that? Helenus Helenus paffes over. Pan. That's Helenus. I marvel where Troilus is, that's He- \ Lexus Pan Helenus, no—Yes, he'll fight indifferent well —I marvel were Troilus is; hark, do you not hear the People cry Troilus? Helenus is a Priest. Cre. What faeaking Fellow comes yonder? Troilus paffes over. Pan. Where! Yonder? That's Deiphobus. 'Tis Troilus! 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 Sword is bloodied, and his Helm more back'd then 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 Sifter were a Grace, or a Daughter a Goddefs, he should take his choice. O admirable Man! Paris? Paris is dirt to him, and I warrant, Helen to change would give Mony 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 dye ith' 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. 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, Difcourfe, Manhood, Learning, Gen tlenefs, Virtue, Youth, Liberality, and fo forth, the Spice and Salt that feafons 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. Pan. You are fuch another Woman, one knows not at what ward you lye. Cre. Upon my Back, to defend my Belly; upon my Wit, to defend my Wiles; upon my Secrefie, to defend mine Honefty; my Mask to defend my Beauty, and you to defend all thefe; and at all these Wards I lye 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 paft hiding, and then it is paft watching. Enter Boy. Pan. You are fuch another. Boy. Sir, my Lord would inftantly speak with you. Boy. At your own House. Pan. Good Boy, tell him I come, I doubt he be hurt. Fare ye well, good Niece. Cre. Adicu, Uncle 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 Pan. Words, Vows, Gifts, Tears, and Loves full Sacrifice, He offers in another's Enterprize: But more in Troilus thousand fold I fee, Then in the Glaís of Pandar's praife may be. Yet hold I off. Women are Angels wooing, That though my Heart Content's firm love doth bear, [Exit. SCENE |