Cres. No matter. 85
Pan. Nor his beauty.
Cres. 'Twould not become him; his own's better.
Pan. You have no judgement, niece: Helen herself
swore th' other day, that Troilus, for a brown favour—for
so 'tis, I must confess,—not brown neither,— 90
Cres. No, but brown.[1008]
Pan. Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown.
Cres. To say the truth, true and not true.
Pan. She praised his complexion above Paris.[1009]
Cres. Why, Paris hath colour enough. 95
Pan. So he has.