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Cre. Without the Rack. Pan. And the takes upon her to spy a white Hair oo 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 Milltones.
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 spied on Troilet's Chin, Cre . And 'had been a green Hair, I should have laught
a Pan. They laught not so much at the Hair as at his pretCre. What was his Answer?
Pan. Quoth me, 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 question of that: Two and fifty Hairs, quoth he, and one white, that whice Hair is my Father, and all the rest are his Sins. Jupiter, quoth ne, which of these Haiis is Paris, my Husband? The forked ope, quoth he, pluck's out and give it him. But there was such laughing, and Helen so blush'd, and Paris so chaft, and all the rest lo laught, that it past.
Cre. So let it now,
Pan. Well, Cousin,
Cre. So I do.
[Sound a Retreas. Cue. And l’úl spring up in his Tcars, as'cwere a Nettle a-. gainst May.
Pan. Hark, they are coming from the Field, thall we stand up here and see them, as they pass towards Ilime good Neice do, sweet Neice Crellida.
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Cre. At your Pleasure. 3 Pan. Here, hete, 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.
1.) Æneas passes over the Stage. Cre. 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 Troilms, you thall fee anonu: Gre. Who's that?
Antenor passes 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 cne o'ch' foundist judga ment in Troy whosoever, and a proper Man of Person; when comes Troilas? I'll thew you Troilms anon; if he fee me, you Thall see him nod at me.
Cre. Will he give you the nod ?
Heator paffes over. Pan. That's HeEtor, that," that, look you, that, there's a Fellow. Go thy way, Heltor, there's a brave Man, Nicce, O brave Hector! Look how he looks there's a Countenance! is't not a brave Man • Cre, O brave Map ! · 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 jefting; laying on, cak't off who will, as they say; there be hacks. Cre. Be those with Swords?
Paris palfis over, Par. 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 bravç now: Who said he came home hurt to Day? He's not hurti whiy, this willfdo Helen's Heat good now, ha? Would I could see Troilus now, you shall Ice Troilus anon, Cre. Who's that?
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3 Helenus passes 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, noYes, he'll fight indifferent well 1 marvel where Troilus is ; bark, do you not hear the People cry Troilus? Helenus is a Prieste Cre. What Ineaking Fellow comes yonder
Troilus pajjes over. Pan. Where! Yonder? That's Deiphobus, 'Tis Troilus! There's a Man, Neice....hem----brave Troilus ; the Prince of Chivalry.
Cre. Peace, for shame, peace.
Pan. Mark him, note him: 0 brave Trolus: Look well upon him, Neice, look. you how his Sword is bloodied, and his Helm more hack'd than Heftor'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 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 Mony to boot.
Enter coinmon Soldiers. Cre. Here come more.
Pan. Alles, Fools, Doles, Chaff and Bran, Chaff and Bran; Porridge after Meat. I could live and dye i'ch 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.
Cre. There is among the Greeks Achilles, a better Man than Troilus,
Pan. Achilles? a Dray-man, a Porter, a very Çamel,
Pan. Well, well !----Why, have you anysDiscretion? Have you any Eyes? Do you know what a Man is ? Is ngt Birth. Bcauty, good shape, Discourse, Manhood, Learning, Gentlenels, Virtue, Youth, Liberality, and so forth, the Spice and Sale that seasons 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 to
Pan. You are such another Woman, one knows not af what ward you lye.
Cre. Upon my Back, to defend my Belly; upon my Wit, to defend my Wiles ; upon my Secresie, to defend mine Honesty, my Mask to defend my Beauty, and defend all these; and at all these Wards I lye at a thousand Watches, Pan. Say one of your
Pan. Good Boy, tell him I come, I doubt he b: hurt,
Cre. Adieu, Uncle
Cre. By the fame token, you are a Bawd, [Exit Pan.
That the belov'd, knows nought that knows not this;
SCENE II. Agamemnon's Tent in the Grea
Trumpets. Enter Agamemnon, Nestor, Ulysses, Diomedes,
Menelaus, with others.
Neft. With due observance of thy godly Seat,