Cres. So he is. 70
Pan. Condition, I had gone barefoot to India.[1004]
Cres. He is not Hector.
Pan. Himself! no, he's not himself: would a' were[1005]
himself! Well, the gods are above; time must friend or
end: well, Troilus, well, I would my heart were in her 75
body! No, Hector is not a better man than Troilus.
Cres. Excuse me.
Pan. He is elder.
Cres. Pardon me, pardon me.
Pan. Th' other's not come to't; you shall tell me another[1006] 80
tale, when th' other's come to't. Hector shall not have[1006]
his wit this year.[1007]
Cres. He shall not need it, if he have his own.
Pan. Nor his qualities.