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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.
Pan, And Cassandra 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 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,
For it has been a great while going by.

Pan. Well, Cousin,
I told you a thing Yesterday ; think on't.

Cre. So I do.
Pan. I'll be sworn 'tis true; he will weep you an 'ewers i
Man born in April

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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 ?
Pan. You mall see.
Cre. If he do, the Rich Mall have more.

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,
Cre. Well, well.

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,

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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

Cre. Nay, I'll watch you for that, and that's one of the
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 is past watching.

Enter Boy
Pan. You are such another.
Boy. Sir, my Lord would instantly speak with you,
Pan. Where?
Boy. At your own House,

Pan. Good Boy, tell him I come, I doubt he b: hurt,
Fare ye well, good Niece,

Cre. Adieu, Uncle
Pan. I'll be with you, Nicce, by and by,
Cre. To bring, Uncl
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 ļ see,
Than in the Glass of Pandar's praise may be.
Yet hold I off. Women are Angels wooing,
Things won are done, the Soul's joy lyes in doing:

That the belov'd, knows nought that knows not this;
Men prize the thing ungain'd, more than it is.
That she, was never yet, that ever knew
Love go so sweet, as when desire did sue:
Atchievement is command; ungain'd, beleech.
Therefore this Maxim out of Love I teach;
That though my Hearts Content's firm love doth bear,
Nothing of that shall from ming Eyes appear. [Exit,


SCENE II. Agamemnon's Tent in the Grea

cian Camp

Trumpets. Enter Agamemnon, Nestor, Ulysses, Diomedes,

Menelaus, with others.
Agam. Princes;
What Grief hath set the Jaundise on your, Cheeks?
The ample Proposition that hopes make
In all designs begun on Earth below,
Fails in the promis'd largeness; checks and disasters
Grow in the veins of A&ions highest rear d.
As knots by the conflux of meeting Sap,
Infed the sound Pine, and divert his Grain
Tortive and errant from his course of growth.
Nor, Princes, is it matter new to us,
That we come short of our suppose so far,
That after seven years Siege, yet Troy Walls stand;
Sith every Adion that hath gone before,
Whereof we have Record, Trial did draw
Bias and thwart, not answering the aim,
And that unbodied Figure of the thought
That gav't surmised shape. Why then, you Princes,
Do you with Checks abash'd, behold our Works,
And think them shame, which are, indeed, nought else
But the protractive Trials of great Jové,
To find perfiftive Constancy in Men?
The fineness of which Metal is not found
In Fortune's love; for then, the Bold and Coward,
The Wife and Fool, the Artist and unread,
The hard and soft, seem all affin'd, and kins.
But in the Wind and Tempest of her Frown,
Distin&ion with a loud and powerful Fan,
Puffing at all, winnows the light away;
And what hath Mals, or Matter by it felf,
Lies rich in Virtue, and unmingled.

Neft. With due observance of thy godly Seat,
Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply
Thy latest Words.
In the reproof of Chance,

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