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Cre. Without the Rack.

Pan. And fhe, takes upon her to fpy a white Hair on his Chin.

Cre. Alas, poor Chin! many a Wart is richer.

Pan. But there was fuch laughing, Queen Hecuba laught that her Eye run o'er.

Cre. With Milftones.

Pan. And Caffandra laught.

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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 Troilus's Chin.

Cre. And had been a green Hair, I fhould have laught

too.

Pan. 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 Queftion.

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Pan. That's true, make no queftion of that: Two and fif ty 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 fuck laughing, and Helen fo blufh'd, and Paris fo chaft, and all the reft fo laught, that it paft.

Cre. So let it now,

For it has been a great while going by.

Pan. Well, Coufin,

I told you a thing Yefterday; think on't.
Cre. So I do.

Pan. I'll be fworn 'tis true; he will weep you an 'twered Man born in April. [Sound a Retreat Cle. And I'll fpring up in his Tears, as 'twere a Nettle against May.

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Hark, they are coming from the Field, fhall we ftand up here and fee them, as they pafs towards Ilium? good Neice do, fweet Neice Creida

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Cre. At your Pleasure.

Pan. Here, here; here's an excellent Place, here we may fee moft bravely, I'll tell you them all by their Names, as they pass 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 fhall fee anon.

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Gre. 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' found ft Judg ment in Troy whofoever, and a proper Man of Perfon; when comes Troilus? I'll thew you Troilus anon; if he fee 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 passes over.

Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that, there's a Fellow. Go thy way, Hector, 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 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 Heat good now, ha? Would I Could fee Troilus now, you fhall fee Troilus anon, Cre. Who's that?

Helen us

Helenus paffes over.

Pan, That's Helenus. I marvel where Troilus is, that's He lenus I think he went not forth to Day; that's Helenus, Cre. 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 Prieft.

Cre. What fneaking 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 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 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 i'th 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.
Cre. Well, well.

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 tlenels, 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 these; and at all thefe Wards 1 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 Roy.

Pan. You are fuch another.

Boy. Sir, my Lord would inftantly speak with you.

Pan. Where?

Boy. At your own House,

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

Cre. Adieu, 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,

Than in the Glafs 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 the, was never yet, that ever knew
Love go fo fweet, as when defire did fue:
Atchievement is command; ungain'd, befeech.
Therefore this Maxim out of Love I teach;
That though my Hearts Content's firm love doth bear,
Nothing of that fhall from mine Eyes appear.

[Exit.

SCENE

SCENE II. Agamemnon's Tent in the Gre cian Camp.

Trumpets. Enter Agamemnon, Neftor, Ulyffes, Diomedes, Menelaus, with others.

Agam. Princes;

What Grief hath fet the Jaundife on your

The ample Propofition that hopes make

In all defigns begun on Earth below,

Cheeks?

Fails in the promis'd largenefs; checks and difafters
Grow in the veins of Actions highest rear'd.
As knots by the corflux of meeting Sap,
Infect the found Pine, and divert his Grain
Tortive and errant from his courfe of growth.
Nor, Princes, is it matter new to us,
That we come short of our suppose fo far,
That after feven years Siege, yet Troy Walls ftand;
Sith every Action 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 furmifed fhape. Why then, you Princes,
Do you with Checks abafh'd, behold our Works,
And think them fhame, which are, indeed, nought elfe
But the protractive Trials of great Jové,

To find perfiftive Conftancy 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 Artift and unread,
The hard and foft, seem all affin'd, and kins.
But in the Wind and Tempeft of her Frown,
Diftinction with a loud and powerful Fan,
Puffing at all, winnows the light away;
And what hath Mafs, or Matter by it felf,
Lies rich in Virtue, and unmingled.

Neft. With due obfervance of thy godly Seat,
Great Agamemnon, Neftor fhall apply
Thy latest Words.

In the reproof of Chance,

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