tenor; he has a notable head-piece I can tell you, and he's
the ablest man for judgment in all Troy; you may turn him loose,
i'faith, and by my troth a proper person. When comes Troilus? I'll
shew you Troilus anon; if he see me, you shall see him nod at me.

HECTOR _passes over._

That's Hector, 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 it not a brave man, niece?

_Cres._ I always told you so.

_Pand._ Is he not? it does a man's heart good to look on him; look
you, look you there, what hacks are on his helmet! this was no boy's
play, i'faith; he laid it on with a vengeance, take it off who will,
as they say! there are hacks, niece!

_Cres._ Were those with swords?

_Pand._ Swords, or bucklers, faulchions, darts, and lances! any thing,
he cares not! an' the devil come, it is all one to him: by Jupiter he
looks so terribly, that I am half afraid to praise him.

_Enter_ PARIS.

Yonder comes Paris, yonder comes Paris! look ye yonder, niece; is it
not a brave young prince too? He draws the best bow in all Troy; he
hits you to a span twelve-score level:--who said he came home hurt
to-day? why, this will do Helen's heart good now! ha! that I could see
Troilus now!

_Enter_ HELENUS.

_Cres._ Who's that black man, uncle?

_Pand._ That is Helenus.--I marvel where Troilus is all this
while;--that is Helenus.--I think Troilus went not forth
to-day;--that's Helenus.

_Cres._ Can Helenus fight, uncle?

_Pand._ Helenus! No, yes; he'll fight indifferently well.--I marvel in
my heart what's become of Troilus:--Hark! do you not hear the people
cry, Troilus?--Helenus is a priest, and keeps a whore; he'll fight for
his whore, or he's no true priest, I warrant him.

_Enter_ TROILUS _passing over._

_Cres._ What sneaking fellow comes yonder?

_Pand._ Where, yonder? that's Deiphobus: No, I lie. I lie, that's
Troilus! there's a man, niece! hem! O brave Troilus! the prince of
chivalry, and flower of fidelity!

_Cres._ Peace, for shame, peace!

_Pand._ Nay, but mark him then! O brave Troilus! there's a man of men,
niece! look you how his sword is bloody, and his helmet more hacked
than Hector's, and how he looks, and how he goes! O admirable youth!
he never saw two-and-twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way! had I a
sister were a grace, and a daughter a goddess, he should take his
choice of them. O adm