Part 7

Enter Hellenus.

Pan. That’s Hellenus, I maruell where Troylus is, that’s Helenus, I thinke he went not forth to day: that’s Hellenus.

Cre. Can Hellenus fight, Vncle?

Pan. Hellenus no: yes heele fight indifferent, well, I maruell where Troylus is; harke, do you not heare the people crie Troylus? Hellenus is a Prieſt.

Cre. What ſneaking fellow comes yonder?

Enter Troylus

Pan. Where? Yonder? That’s Daphobus. ’Tis Troylus! Ther’s a man Neece, hem; Braue Troylus, the Prince of Chiualrie.

Cre. Peace, for ſhame, peace.

Pan. Marke him, not him: O braue Troylus: looke well vpon him Neece, looke you how his Sword is bloudied, and his Helme more hackt than Hectors, and how he lookes, and how he goes. O admirable youth! he ne’er ſaw three and twenty. Go thy way Troylus, go thy way, had I a ſiſter were a Grace, or a daughter a Goddeſſe, hee ſhould take his choice. O admirable man! Paris? Paris is durt to him, and, I warrant, Helen to change, would giue money to boot.

Enter common Soldiers.

Cre. Heere come more.

Pan. Aſſes, fooles, dolts, chaff and bran, chaffe and bran; porredge after meat. I could liue and dye i’ th’ eyes of Troylus. Ne’re looke, ne’re looke; the Eagles are gon, Crowes and Dawes, Crowes and Dawes: I had rather be ſuch a man as Troylus, then Agamemnon and all Greece.

Cre. There is among the Greekes Achilles, a better man then Troylus.

Pan. Achilles? A Dray-man, a Porter, a very Camell.

Cre. Well well.

Pan. Well, well? Why haue you any diſcretion? haue you any eyes? Do you know what a man is? Is not birth, beauty, good ſhape, diſcourſe, manhood, learning, gentleneſſe, vertue, youth, liberality, and ſo forth; the Spice, and ſalt that ſeaſon a man?

Cre. I, a minc’d man and then to be bak’d with no Date in the pye, for then the man’s dates out.

Pan. You are ſuch another woman, one knowes not at what ward you lye.

Cre. Vpon my backe, to defend my belly; vpon my wit, to defend my wiles; vppon my ſecrecy, to defend mine honeſty; my Maske, to defend my beauty, and you to defend all theſe: and at all theſe wardes I lye at, at a thouſand watches.

Pan. Say one of your watches.

Cre. Nay Ile watch you for that, and that’s one of the cheefeſt of them too. If I cannot ward what I would not haue hit, I can watch you for telling how I took the blow, unleſſ it ſwell paſt hiding, and then it’s paſt watching

Enter Boy.

Pan. You are ſuch another.

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.

Cre. Adieu, uncle.