TRO. By whom, Æneas? ENE. Troilus, by Menelaus. TRO. Let Paris bleed: 'tis but a fcar to scorn; Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. [Alarums. ENE. Hark! what good sport is out of town to-day! TRO. Better at home, if would I might were may. But, to the sport abroad; — Are you bound thither? ENE. In all swift hafte. TRO. Come, go we then together. SCENE II. The fame. A Street. Enter CRESSIDA, and Servant. CRE. Who were those went by ? Ser. CRE. And whither go they? Ser. Up to the eastern tower, [Exeunt. Whose height commands as fubject all the vale, he; CRE. What was his cause of anger? Ser. The noise goes, this: There is among the Greeks A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector; They call him, Ajax. CRE. Good; And what of him ; Ser. They say, he is a very man per fe, And ftands alone. 19 as a Vertue CRE. So do all men; unless they are drunk, fick, or have no legs. Ser. This man, lady, hath rob'd many beasts of their particular additions; he is as valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, flow as the elephant: a man into whom nature hath fo crowded humours, that his valour is crush'd into folly, his folly fauced with difcretion: there is no man hath a virtue, that he hath not a glimpfe of; nor any man an attaint, but he carries fome ftain of it: he is melancholy without cause, and merry against the hair: He hath the joints of every thing but every thing fo out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no ufe; or purblinded Argus, all eyes and no fight. CRE. But how fhould this man, that makes me smile, make Hector angry? Ser. They fay, he yesterday cop'd Hector in the battle, and ftrook him down; the difdain and shame whereof hath ever fincc kept Hector fafting and waking. Enter PANDARUS. CRE. Who comes here? Ser. Madam, your uncle Pandarus. Ser. As may be in the world, lady. PAN. What's that? what's that? CRE. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus. PAN. Good morrow, cousin Crefid: What do you talk of? Good morrow, Alexander : cousin? When were you at İlium? CRE. This morning, uncle. How do you, PAN. What were you talking of, when I came? Was Hector arm'd, and gone, ere ye came to Ilium? Helen was not up, was fhe? CRE. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up. CRE. That were we talking of, and of his anger. CRE. So he fays here. PAN. True, he was fo; I know the cause too; he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: and there's Troilus will not come far behind him; let them take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that too. CRE. What, is he angry too? PAN. Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man of the two. CRE. O Jupiter! there's no comparison. PAN. What, not between Troilus and Hector? Do you know a man, if fee him? you " CRE. Ay; if I ever faw him before, and knew him. PAN. Well, I fay, Troilus is Troilus. CRE. Then you fay as I fay; for, I am fure, he is not Hector. PAN. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in fome degrees. CRE. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself. PAN. Himfelf? Alas, poor Troilus! I would, he were, CRE. So he is. PAN. condition, I had gone bare-foot to India. PAN. Himfelf? no, he's not himself; 'Would, a were himself! Well, the gods are above; Time must friend, or end: Well, Troilus, well, I would, my heart were in her body! No, Hector is not a better man than Troilus. CRE. Excuse me. PAN. He is elder. CRE. Pardon me, pardon me. PAN. Th'other's not come to't; you fhall tell me another tale, when th'other's come to't. Hector fhall not have his wit this year: CRE. He fhall not need it, if he have his own. CRE. No matter. PAN. Nor his beauty. CRE. 'Twould not become him, his own's better. PAN. You have no judgment, niece: Helen herself fwore th'other day, that Troilus, for a brown favour, (for fo 'tis, I muft confefs)-Not brown neither. CRE. No, but brown. PAN. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown. PAN. So he has. CRE. Then, Troilus fhould have too much if she prais'd him above, his complexion is higher than his ; he having colour enough, and the other higher, is too flaming a praise for a good complexion. I had as lieve, Helen's golden tongue had commended Troilus for a copper nose. PAN. I fwear to you, I think, Helen loves him better than Paris. CRE. Then fhe's a merry Greek, indeed. PAN. Nay, I am fure the does. She came to him th'other day into the compaft window, and, you know, he has not paft three or four hairs on his chin. CRE. Indeed, a tapfter's arithmetick may foon bring 5 his will this his particulars therein to a total. PAN. Why, he is very young: and yet will he, within three pound, lift as much as his brother Hector. CRE. Is he fo young a man, and fo old a lifter? PAN. But, to prove to you that Helen loves him;-fhe came, and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin,— CRE. Juno have mercy! How came it cloven ? PAN. Why, you know, 'tis dimpl'd: I think, his fmiling becomes him better than any man in all Phrygia. CRE. O, he fmiles valiantly. PAN. Does he not? CRE. O, yes; an 'twere a cloud in autumn. PAN. Why, go to then: But, to prove to you that Helen loves Troilus ; [fo. CRE. Troilus will ftand to the proof, if you'll prove it PAN. Troilus? why, he esteems her no more than I esteem an addle egg. CRE. If you love an addle egg as well as you idle head, you would eat chickens i'the shell. love an PAN. I cannot choose but laugh, to think how fhe tickl'd his chin;- Indeed, she has a marvel's white hand, 1 muft needs confefs : CRE. Without the rack. [his chin: PAN. And fhe takes upon her to spy a white hair on CRE. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer. PAN. But, there was fuch laughing;- Queen Hecuba laugh'd, that her eyes ran o'er : CRE. With milstones. PAN. And Caffandra laugh'd: CRE. But there was more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes; - Did her eyes run o'er too? PAN. And Hector laugh'd: VOL. IX. B |