127It is too staru'd a subiect for my Sword,

128But Pandarus: O Gods! How do you plague me?

129I cannot come to Cressid but by Pandar,

130And he's as teachy to be woo'd to woe,

131As she is stubborne, chast, against all suite.

132Tell me Apollo for thy Daphnes Loue

133What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we:

134Her bed is India, there she lies, a Pearle,

135Between our Ilium, and where shee recides

136Let it be cald the wild and wandring flood,

137Our selfe the Merchant, and this sayling Pandar,

138Our doubtfull hope, our conuoy and our Barke.

140AEne. How now Prince Troylus?

141Wherefore not a field?

142Troy. Because not there; this womans answer sorts.

143For womanish it is to be from thence:

144What newes AEneas from the field to day?

145AEne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt.

146Troy. By whom AEneas?

147AEne. Troylus by Menelaus.

148Troy. Let Paris bleed, 'tis but a scar to scorne.

149Paris is gor'd with Menelaus horne. Alarum.

150AEne. Harke what good sport is out of Towne to day.

151Troy. Better at home, if would I might were may:

152But to the sport abroad, are you bound thither?

153AEne. In all swift hast.

154Troy. Come goe wee then togither. Exeunt.

156Cre. Who were those went by?

157Man. Queene Hecuba, and Hellen.

158Cre. And whether go they?

159Man. Vp to the Easterne Tower,

160Whose height commands as subiect all the vaile,

161To see the battell: Hector whose pacience,

162Is as a Vertue fixt, to day was mou'd:

163He chides Andromache and strooke his Armorer,

164And like as there were husbandry in Warre

165Before the Sunne rose, hee was harnest lyte,

166And to the field goe's he; where euery flower

167Did as a Prophet weepe what it forsaw,

168In Hectors wrath.

169Cre. What was his cause of anger?

170Man. The noise goe's this;

171There is among the Greekes,

172A Lord of Troian blood, Nephew to Hector,

173They call him Aiax.

174Cre. Good; and what of him?

175Man. They say he is a very man per se and stands alone.

176Cre. So do all men, vnlesse they are drunke, sicke, or

177haue no legges.

178Man. This man Lady, hath rob'd many beasts of their

179particular additions, he is as valiant as the Lyon, churlish

180as the Beare, slow as the Elephant: a man into whom

181nature hath so crowded humors, that his valour is crusht

182into folly, his folly sauced with discretion: there is no

183man hath a vertue, that he hath not a glimpse of, nor a-

184ny man an attaint, but he carries some staine of it. He is

185melancholy without cause, and merry against the haire,

186hee hath the ioynts of euery thing, but euery thing so

187out ot ioynt, that hee is a gowtie Briareus, many hands

188and no vse; or purblinded Argus, all eyes and no sight.

189Cre. But how should this man that makes me smile,

190make Hector angry?

191 Man. They say he yesterday cop'd Hector in the bat-

192tell and stroke him downe, the disdaind & shame where-

193of, hath euer since kept Hector fasting and waking.

195Cre. Who comes here?

196Man. Madam your Vncle Pandarus.

197Cre. Hectors a gallant man.

198Man. As may be in the world Lady.

199Pan. What's that? what's that?

200Cre. Good morrow Vncle Pandarus.

201Pan. Good morrow Cozen Cressid: what do you talke

202of? good morrow Alexander: how do you Cozen? when

203were you at Illium?

204Cre. This morning Vncle.

205Pan. What were you talking of when I came? Was

206Hector arm'd and gon ere yea came to Illium? Hellen was

207not vp? was she?

208Cre. Hector was gone but Hellen was not vp?

209Pan. E'ene so; Hector was stirring early.

210Cre. That were we talking of, and of his anger.

211Pan. Was he angry?

212Cre. So he saies here.

213Pan. True he was so; I know the cause too, heele lay

214about him to day I can tell them that, and there's Troylus

215will not come farre behind him, let them take heede of

216Troylus; I can tell them that too.

217Cre. What is he angry too?

218Pan. Who Troylus?

219Troylus is the better man of the two.

220Cre. Oh Iupiter; there's no comparison.

221Pan. What not betweene Troylus and Hector? do you

222know a man if you see him?

223Cre. I, if I euer saw him before and knew him.

224Pan. Well I say Troylus is Troylus.

225Cre. Then you say as I say,

226For I am sure he is not Hector.

227Pan. No not Hector is not Troylus in some degrees.

228Cre. 'Tis iust, to each of them he is himselfe.

229Pan. Himselfe? alas poore Troylus I would he were.

230Cre. So he is.

231Pan. Condition I had gone bare-foote to India.

232Cre. He is not Hector.

233Pan. Himselfe? no? hee's not himselfe, would a were

234himselfe: well, the Gods are aboue, time must friend or

235end: well Troylus well, I would my heart were in her bo-

236dy; no, Hector is not a better man then Troylus.

237Cre. Excuse me.

238Pan. He is elder.

239Cre. Pardon me, pardon me.

240Pan. Th'others not come too't, you shall tell me ano-

241ther tale when th'others come too't: Hector shall not

242haue his will this yeare.

243Cre. He shall not neede it if he haue his owne.

244Pan. Nor his qualities.

245Cre. No matter.

246Pan. Nor his beautie.

247Cre. 'Twould not become him, his own's better.

248Pan. You haue no iudgement Neece; Hellen her selfe

249swore th'other day, that Troylus for a browne fauour (for

250so 'tis I must confesse) not browne neither.

251Cre. No, but browne.

252Pan. Faith to say truth, browne and not browne.

253Cre. To say the truth, true and not true.

254Pan. She prais'd his complexion aboue Paris.

255Cre. Why Paris hath colour inough.

256Pan. So he has.

257Cre. Then Troylus should haue too much, if she prasi'd

258him aboue, his complexion is higher then his, he hauing