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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 jesting : there's laying on, take't off who will, as they say; there be hacks ! Cres. Be those with swords?
PARIS passes over. Pan. Swords ? any thing, he cares not; an the devil come to him, it's all one : by god's lid, it does one's heart good.—Yonder comes Paris ; yonder comes Paris : look ye yonder, niece: is 't not a gallant man too, is 't ; not ?-_Why, this is brave now.—Who said he came hurt home to-day ? he's not hurt : why, this will do Helen's heart good now. Ha ! would I could see Troilus now.-You shall see Troilus anon. Cres. Who's that ?
HELENUS passes over. Pan. That's Helenus.- I marvel, where Troilus is. That's Helenus.- I think he went not forth to-dayThat's Helenus.
Cres. 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 priest. Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder ?
TROILUS passes over. Pan. Where? yonder ? that's Deiphobus. — 'T is Troilus ! there's a man, niece !-Hem!—Brave Troilus, the prince of chivalry !
Cres. Peace! for shame; peace !
Pan. Mark him; note him.-0 brave Troilus !look well upon him, niece: look you how his sword is bloodied, and his helm more hack'd than Hector's; and how he looks, and how he goes !_0 admirable youth ! he ne'er saw 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 an eye? to boot.
Soldiers pass over the Stage. Cres. Here come more.
Pan. Asses, fools, dolts, chaff and bran, chaff and bran; porridge after meat. I could live and die i' the
money : in folio.
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.
Cres. There is among the Greeks Achilles, a better man than Troilus.
Pan. Achilles ? a drayman, a porter, a very camel. Cres. Well, well.
Pan. Well, well ?-Why, have you any discretion ? have you any eyes? Do you know what a man is ? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like', the spice and salt that season a man?
Cres. Ay, a minced man; and then to be baked with no date in the pyes-for then the man's date 's out.
Pan. You are such a woman! one knows not at what ward you lie.
Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly ; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my secrecy, to defend mine honesty ; upon my mask, to defend my beauty; and upon you, to defend all these : and at all these wards I lie, at a thousand watches.
Pan. Say one of your watches.
Cres. 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's past watching. Pan. You are such another !
Enter Troilus' Boy. Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you. Pan. Where? Boy. At your own house”; there he unarms him.
Pan. Good boy, tell him I come. [Exit Boy. I doubt he be hurt.-Fare ye well, good niece.
Cres. Adieu, uncle.
[Exit PANDARUS. Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice,
1 80 forth : in folio. . The rest of the line is not in the folio. Vol. VI.-3
He offers in another's enterprise ;
MENELAUS, and others.
gave 't surmised shape. Why then, you princes, Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our wrecks, And calls them shames, which are, indeed, nought else But the protractive trials of great Jove, To find persistive constancy in men ? The fineness of which metal is not found In fortune's love; for then, the bold and coward, The wise and fool, the artist and unread,
1 Achievement is command : in f. e. 2 works : in f. e. in folio.
The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin:
Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat,
[TO AGAMEMNON. And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life,
[To NESTOR. I give to both your speeches, which were such,
1 loud : in folio. * ? Gadsly. 3 Returns: in f. e. A change by Pope, of “retires," in the old copies.
As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece
Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down,
1 Ornamented. % This speech is not in the quartos.