Cres. O, he smiles valiantly.[1017]
Pan. Does he not?
Cres. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn.[1018] 120
Pan. Why, go to, then: but to prove to you that Helen
loves Troilus,—
Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll prove[1019][1020]
it so.[1019]
Pan. Troilus! why, he esteems her no more than I esteem 125
an addle egg.
Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as you love an
idle head, you would eat chickens i'the shell.
Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to think how she tickled
his chin; indeed, she has a marvellous white hand, I must[1021] 130
needs confess,—
Cres. Without the rack.
Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white hair on
his chin.