Pan. Quoth fhe, Here's but one and fifty bairs on your chin, and one of them is white. Cref. This is her question. Pan. That's true; make no question of that. One and fifty bairs, quoth he, and one white: That white hair is my father, and all the reft are his fons. Jupiter! quoth the, which of thefe bairs 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 so chafed, and all the rest so laugh'd, that it pass'd. Cref. So let it now; for it has been a great while going by. Pan. Well, coufin, I told you a thing yesterday; think on't. Cref. So I do. Pan. I'll be fworn, 'tis true; he will weep you, an 'twere a man born in April. Cref. And I'll fpring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle againft May. [A Retreat founded. Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field: Shall we ftand up here, and fee them, as they pass toward Ilium ? good niece, do; fweet niece Creffida. Cref. 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 pafs by; but mark Troilus above the reft. ENEAS paffes over the ftage. Cref. Speak not so 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 shall see anon. Cref. Who's that? ANTENOR 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 foundeft judgements in Troy, whofoever, and a proper man of perfon :-When comes Troilus?-I'll show you Troilus anon; if he fee me, you fhall fee him nod at me. Cref. Will he give you the nod? Pan. You fhall fee. Gres. If he do, the rich shall have more. HECTOR paffes over. Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, 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 ? Cref. O, á 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: there's laying on; take't off who will, as they fay: there be hacks! Cref. Be those with swords? PARIS 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 faid, he came hurt home to-day? he's not hurt: why, this will do Helen's heart good good now. Ha! 'would I could fee Troilus now!-you fhall fee Troilus anon. Cref. Who's that? HELENUS pases over. Pan. That's Helenus,-I marvel, where Troilus is :That's Helenus;-I think he went not forth to-day :That's Helenus. Cref. 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. Cref. 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! Cref. Peace, for fhame, peace! Pan. Mark him; note him ;-0 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!-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 goddefs, he fhould take his choice. O admirable man! Paris? Paris is dirt to him; and, I warrant, Helen, to change, would give an eye to boot. 2 Forces pafs over the stage. Cref. Here come more. Pan. 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. Cref. 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 difcretion? have you any eyes? Do you know what a man is? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, difcourfe, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and fuch like, the spice and falt that season a man ? Cref. 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 fuch a woman! one knows not at what ward you lie. Cref. 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 beauty; and you, to defend all these and at all these wards I lie, at a thoufand watches. : Pan. Say one of your watches. Cref. 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 past watching. Pan. You are fuch another! Enter TROILUS' Boy. Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you." Pan. Where ?. Boy. At your own house, there he unarms him. Pan. Good boy, tell him I come: [Exit Boy.] I doubt, he be hurt.-Fare ye well, good niece. Cref. Adieu, uncle. Pan, I'll be with you, niece, by and by. Cref. To bring, uncle,- Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus. Cref. By the fame token-you are a bawd.-- [Exit PANDARUS. Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full facrifice, But more in Troilus thousand fold I fee Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be ; Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing: That she was never yet, that ever knew Love got fo fweet, as when defire did fue: Achievement is command; ungain'd, befeech: Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear, [Exeunt. SCENE III. The Grecian Camp. Before Agamemnon's Tent. Trumpets. Enter AGAMEMNON, NESTOR, ULYSSES, MENELAUS, and Others. Agam. Princes, What grief hath fet the jaundice on your cheeks? |