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Pam. Hark, they are coming from the field; shall we stand up here, and see them, as they pass towards Ilium ? good niece, do; sweet niece Cressida.
Cre. At your pleasure.
Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place, here we may see most bravely; I'll tell you them all by their names as they pass by; but mark Troilus above the rest.
Æneas passes over the stage.
Pan. That's Æneas; is not that a brave man? he's
Antenor pases over the stage. Pan. That's Antenor, he has a shrewd wit, I can tell you,
and he's a man good enough; he's one o'th' foundeit judgment in Troy whosoever, and a proper man of perfon; when comes Troilus? I'll shew you Troilus anon; if he see me, you shall see him nod at me.
Cre. Will he give you the nod ?
Hector pases over. Pan. That's Hektor, that, that, look you, that: there's a fellow! go thy way, Hector; there's a brave man, niece: O brave Hector! look, how he looks! there's a. countenance! is't not a brave man?
Cre, O brave man !
Pan. Is he 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 jefting; there's laying on, take't off who will, as they say, there be hacks.: Cre. 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 godslid, it does one's
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 faid, he came home hurt 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. Cre. Who's that?
Helenus pafjes over. Pan. That's Helenus. I marvel, where Troilus is : that's Helenus I think, he went not forth to day ; that's Helenus.
Cre. Can Helenus fight, uncle ?
Pan. Helenus, no yes, he'll fight indifferent wellI marvel, where Troilus is ? hark, do you not hear the people cry Troiluss? Helenus is a priest. Cre. What sneaking fellow comes yonder ?
Troilus pases over. Pan. Where! yonder that's Deiphobus, 'Tis Troilus ! there's a man, niece hem brave Troilus! the prince of chivalry!
Cre. Peace, for shame, peace.
Pan. Mark him, note him: O 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! O admirable youth! he ne'er faw 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 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 such 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 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 so forth, the spice and salt, that seasons 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. You are such another woman, one knows not at what ward you lie.
Cre. Upon my back, to defend my belly ; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my secresy, to defend mine honesty; my mask to defend 'my beauty, and you to defend all these; and at all these wards I lie, 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 swell past hiding, and then it is paft watching Pan. You are fuch another.
Enter Boy. Boy. Sir, my Lord would instantly speak with you. Pan. Where i Boy. At your own house, there he unarms him.
Pan. Good boy, tell him I come; I doubt, he be hurt. Fare ye well, good niece.
Cre. Adieu, uncle.
Cre. By the fame token, you are a bawd. [Exit Pan.
Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be ;
medes, Menelaus, with others.
Agam. P What grief hath fet the jaundice on your
before, Whereof we have record, trial did draw Bias and thwart ; not answering the aim, And that anbodied figure of the thought That gave't furmised fhape. Why then, you Princes, Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our Works ? And think them shame, 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,
Neft. With due observance of thy godlike Seat, (5)
(5) With due Observance of thy goodly Seat,] Goodly is an Epithet carries no very great Compliment with it; and Nestor seems here to be paying Deference to Agamemnon's State and Pre-eminence. The old Books have it, to thy godly Seat; godlike, as I have reform’d the Text, seems to me the Epithet design'd; and is very conformable to what Æneas afterwards says of Agamemnon ;
Which is that God in Office, guiding Men?