Cres. Then Troilus should have too much: if she praised[1010]
him above, his complexion is higher than his; he having[1011]
colour enough, and the other higher, is too flaming a praise[1012]
for a good complexion. I had as lief Helen's golden tongue[1013] 100
had commended Troilus for a copper nose.
Pan. I swear to you, I think Helen loves him better[1014]
than Paris.[1014]
Cres. Then she's a merry Greek indeed.
Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to him th' 105
other day into the compassed window,—and, you know, he
has not past three or four hairs on his chin,—
Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon bring his
particulars therein to a total.
Pan. Why, he is very young: and yet will he, within 110
three pound, lift as much as his brother Hector.[1015]
Cres. Is he so young a man and so old a lifter?[1016]
Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves him: she
came and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin—
Cres. Juno have mercy! how came it cloven? 115
Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled: I think his smiling
becomes him better than any man in all Phrygia.