Part 4

Cre. Then you ſay as I ſay, For I am ſure he is not Hector.

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

Cre. ’Tis just to each of them he is himſelfe.

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

Cre. So he is.

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

Cre. He is not Hector.

Pan. Himſelfe? no? hee’s not himſselfe, would a were himſelfe: well, the Gods are aboue, time muſt friend or end: well Troylus well, I would my heart were in her body; no, Hector is not a better man then Troylus.

Cre. Excuſe me.

Pan. He is elder.

Cre. Pardon me, pardon me.

Pan. Th’others not come too’t, you ſhall tell me another tale when th’others come too’t: Hector ſhall not haue his will this yeare.

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

Pan. Nor his qualities.

Cre. No matter.

Pan. Nor his beautie.

Cre. ’Twould not become him, his own’s better.

Pan. You haue no iudgment Neece; Hellen her ſelfe ſwore th’other day that Troylus for a browne favour (for ſo ’tis I must confeſſe) not browne neither.

Cre. No, but browne.

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

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

Pan. She prais’d his complexion above Paris.

Cre. Why Paris hath colour inough.

Pan. So he has.

Cre. Then Troylus should haue too much, if ſhe prasi’d him aboue, his complexion is higher then his, he hauing colour enough, and the other higher, is too flaming a praiſe for a good complexion. I had as lieue Hellens golden tongue had commended Troylus for a copper noſe.

Pan. I ſweare to you, I think Hellen loues him better then Paris.

Cre. Then ſhee’s a merry Greeke indeed.

Pan. Nay I am ſure ſhe does, ſhe came to him th’other day into the compaſt window, and you know he has not paſt three or foure haires on his chinne.