259colour enough, and the other higher, is too flaming a

260praise for a good complexion, I had as lieue Hellens gol-

261den tongue had commended Troylus for a copper nose.

262Pan. I sweare to you,

263I thinke Hellen loues him better then Paris.

264Cre. Then shee's a merry Greeke indeed.

265Pan. Nay I am sure she does, she came to him th'other

266day into the compast window, and you know he has not

267past three or foure haires on his chinne.

268Cres. Indeed a Tapsters Arithmetique may soone

269bring his particulars therein, to a totall.

270Pand. Why he is very yong, and yet will he within

271three pound lift as much as his brother Hector.

272Cres. Is he is so young a man, and so old a lifter?

273Pan. But to prooue to you that Hellen loues him, she

274came and puts me her white hand to his clouen chin.

275Cres. Iuno haue mercy, how came it clouen?

276Pan. Why, you know 'tis dimpled,

277I thinke his smyling becomes him better then any man

278in all Phrigia.

279Cre. Oh he smiles valiantly.

280Pan. Dooes hee not?

281Cre. Oh yes, and 'twere a clow'd in Autumne.

282Pan. Why go to then, but to proue to you that Hellen

283loues Troylus.

284Cre. Troylus wil stand to thee

285Proofe, if youle prooue it so.

286Pan. Troylus? why he esteemes her no more then I e-

287steeme an addle egge.

288Cre. If you loue an addle egge as well as you loue an

289idle head, you would eate chickens i'th' shell.

290Pan. I cannot chuse but laugh to thinke how she tick-

291led his chin, indeed shee has a maruel's white hand I must

292needs confesse.

293Cre. Without the racke.

294Pan. And shee takes vpon her to spie a white haire on

295his chinne.

296Cre. Alas poore chin? many a wart is richer.

297Pand. But there was such laughing, Queene Hecuba

298laught that her eyes ran ore.

299Cre. With Milstones.

300Pan. And Cassandra laught.

301Cre. But there was more temperate fire vnder the pot

302of her eyes: did her eyes run ore too?

303Pan. And Hector laught.

304Cre. At what was all this laughing?

305Pand. Marry at the white haire that Hellen spied on

306Troylus chin.

307Cres. And t'had beene a greene haire, I should haue

308laught too.

309Pand. They laught not so much at the haire, as at his

310pretty answere.

311Cre. What was his answere?

312Pan. Quoth shee, heere's but two and fifty haires on

313your chinne; and one of them is white.

314Cre. This is her question.

315Pan d That's true, make no question of that, two and

316fiftie haires quoth hee, and one white, that white haire is

317my Father, and all the rest are his Sonnes. Iupiter quoth

318she, which of these haires is Paris my husband? The for-

319ked one quoth he, pluckt out and giue it him: but there

320was such laughing, and Hellen so blusht, and Paris so

321chaft, and all the rest so laught, that it past.

322Cre. So let it now,

323For is has beene a grcat while going by.

324Pan. Well Cozen,

325I told you a thing yesterday, think on't.

326Cre. So I does.

327Pand. Ile be sworne 'tis true, he will weepe you

328an'twere a man borne in Aprill. Sound a retreate.

329Cres. And Ile spring vp in his teares , an'twere a nettle

330against May.

331Pan. Harke they are comming from the field, shal we

332stand vp here and see them, as they passe toward Illium,

333good Neece do, sweet Neece Cressida.

334Cre. At your pleasure.

335Pan. Heere, heere, here's an excellent place, heere we

336may see most brauely, Ile tel you them all by their names,

337as they passe by, but marke Troylus aboue the rest.

339Cre. Speake not so low'd.

340Pan. That's AEneas, is not that a braue man, hee's one

341of the flowers of Troy I can you, but marke Troylus, you

342shal see anon.

343Cre. Who's that?

345Pan. That's Antenor, he has a shrow'd wit I can tell

346you, and hee's a man good inough, hee's one o'th soun-

347dest iudgement in Troy whosoeuer, and a proper man of

348person: when comes Troylus? Ile shew you Troylus anon,

349if hee see me, you shall see him him nod at me.

350Cre. Will he giue you the nod?

351Pan. You shall see.

352Cre. If he do, the rich shall haue, more.

354Pan. That's Hector, that, that, looke you, that there's a

355fellow. Goe thy way Hector, there's a braue man Neece,

356O braue Hector! Looke how hee lookes? there's a coun-

357tenance; ist not a braue man?

358Cre. O braue man!

359Pan. Is a not? It dooes a mans heart good, looke you

360what hacks are on his Helmet, looke you yonder, do you

361see? Looke you there? There's no iesting, laying on, tak't

362off, who ill as they say, there be hacks.

363Cre. Be those with Swords?

365Pan. Swords, any thing he cares not, and the diuell

366come to him, it's all one, by Gods lid it dooes ones heart

367good. Yonder comes Paris, yonder comes Paris: looke

368yee yonder Neece, ist not a gallant man to, ist not? Why

369this is braue now: who said he came hurt home to day?

370Hee's not hurt, why this will do Hellens heart good

371now, ha? Would I could see Troylus now, you shall Troy-

372lus anon.

373Cre. Whose that?

375Pan. That's Hellenus, I maruell where Troylus is, that's

376Helenus, I thinke he went not forth to day: that's Hel-

377lenus.

378Cre. Can Hellenus fight Vncle?

379Pan. Hellenus no: yes heele fight indifferent, well, I

380maruell where Troylus is; harke, do you not haere the

381people crie Troylus? Hellenus is a Priest.

382Cre. What sneaking fellow comes yonder?

384Pan. Where? Yonder? That's Doephobus.'Tis Troy-

385lus! Ther's a man Neece, hem? Braue Troylus the Prince

386of Chiualrie.

387Cre. Peace, for shame peace.

388Pand. Marke him, not him: O braue Troylus: looke

389well vpon him Neece, looke you how his Sword is blou-

390died, and his Helme more hackt then Hectors, and how he