Part 5

Cre. Indeed a Tapsters Arithmetique may ſoone bring his particulars therein to a totall.

Pan. Why he is very yong, and yet will he within three pound lift as much as his brother Hector.

Cre. Is he ſo young a man, and ſo old a lifter?

Pan. But to prooue to you that Hellen loues him, ſhe came and puts me her white hand to his clouen chin.

Cre. Juno haue mercy, how came it clouen?

Pan. Why, you know ’tis dimpled, I thinke his ſmyling becomes him better then any man in all Phrigia.

Cre. Oh he ſmiles valiantly.

Pan. Dooes hee not?

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

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

Cre. Troylus will ſtand to thee Proofe, if youle prooue it ſo.

Pan. Troylus? why he eſteemes her no more then I eſteeme an addle egge.

Cre. If you loue an addle egge as well as you loue an idle head, you would eate chickens i’ th’ ſhell.

Pan. I cannot chuſe but laugh to thinke how ſhe tickled his chin, indeed ſhee has a maruel’s white hand I muſt needs confeſſe.

Cre. Without the racke.

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

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

Pan. But there was ſuch laughing, Queen Hecuba laught that her eyes ran ore.

Cre. With Milſtones.

Pan. And Caſſandra laught.

Cre. But there was a more temperate fire vnder the pot of her eyes: did her eyes run ore too?

Pan. And Hector laught.

Cre. At what was all this laughing?

Pan. Marry at the white haire that Hellen ſpied on Troylus chin.

Cre. And t’had beene a greene haire, I ſhould haue laught too.

Pan. They laught not ſo much at the haire, as at his pretty anſwere.

Cre. What was his anſwere?

Pan. Quoth ſhee, heere’s but two and fifty haires on your chinne; and one of them is white.