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Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i'the shell.
Pan. 1 cannot choose but laugh, to think how she tickled his chin;—Indeed, she has a marvellous white hand, I must needs confess.
Cres. Without the rack.
Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white hair on his chin.
Cres. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer.
Pan. But, there was such laughing;—Queen Hecuba laugh'd, that her eyes ran o'er.
Cres. With mill-stones.
Pan. And Cassandra laugh'd.
Cres. But there was a more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes;—Did her eyes run o'er too?
Pan. And Hector laugh'd.
Cres. At what was all this laughing?
Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus' chin.
Cres. An't had been a green hair, I should have laugh'd too.
Pan. They laugh'd 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 hairs on your chin, and one of them is n-ltite.
Cres. This is her question.
Pan. That's tnie; make no question of that. 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 w Paris, my husband? The forked one, quoth he; pluck it out, and give it trim. But, there was such laughing! and Helen so blush'd, and Paris so chafed, and all the rest so laugh'd, that it pass'd.
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.
Fan. I'll be sworn, 'tis true; he will weep you, an 'twere a man bor n 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.
vl.'JN r..\s passes over the stage.
Cres. Speak not so 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.
Cres. Who's that?
Antenor passes aver.
Pan. That's Anterior; he has a shrewd wit, I can tell you; and he's a man good enough: he's one o'the soundest judgements in Troy, whosoever, and a proper man of person:—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. You shall see. . .
Cres. If he do, the rich shall have more.
Hector posses over.
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. O, 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 hacks!
Cres. Be those with swords?
Pakis passes 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 said, he came hurt home to-day? he's not hurt: why, this will do Helen's heart good now. Ha! 'would I could sec Troilus now !—you shall see Troilus anon. Cres. Who's that?
Helenus passes over.
Pan. That's Helenas,—I marvel, where Troilus is: —That's Helenus;—I think he went not forth today :—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?
Troilus fosses over.
Pan. Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus: 'Tis Troilus! there's a man, niece!—Hem!—Brave Troilus! the prince of chivalry!
Crts. Peace, for shame, peace!
Pan. Mark him; note him;—O brave Troilus!— look well upon him, niece; look you, how his sword is bloody'd, and his helm more hack'd than Hector's; And how he looks, and how he goes !—O admirable youth! be ne'er saw three and twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; had 1 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.
Forces pass over the stage.
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 3 a better man than Troilus.
Pan. Achilles? a drayman, a porter, a very camel.
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, 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 pye,—for then the man's date is 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 Jie, at a thousand watches.