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! 280 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 admirable man! Paris, Paris is dirt to him, and I warrant, Helen, to change, would give all the shoes in her shop to boot.
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Cres. Here come more.
Pand. Asses, fools, dolts, dirt, and dung, stuff, and lumber, porridge after meat; but I could live and die with Troilus. Ne'er look, niece, ne'er look, the lions are gone: apes and monkeys, the fag end of the creation. I had rather be such a man as Troilus, than Agamemnon and all Greece.
Cres. There's Achilles among the Greeks, he's a brave man.
Pand. Achilles! a carman, a beast of burden; a very camel: have you any eyes, niece? do you know a man? is he to be compared with Troilus?
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