Cres. What was his answer? 150
Pan. Quoth she, 'Here's but two and fifty hairs on[1026]
your chin, and one of them is white.'
Cres. This is her question.
Pan. That's true; make no question of that. 'Two and[1027]
fifty hairs,' quoth he, 'and one white: that white hair is my[1028] 155
father, and all the rest are his sons.' 'Jupiter!' quoth she,
'which of these hairs is Paris my husband?' 'The forked
one,' quoth he, 'pluck't out, and give it him.' But there[1029]
was such laughing! and Helen so blushed, and Paris so
chafed, and all the rest so laughed, that it passed. 160
Cres. So let it now; for it has been a great while going by.[1030]
Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterday; think[1031]
on't.[1031]
Cres. So I do.[1032]
Pan. I'll be sworn 'tis true; he will weep you, an[165, 167] 165
'twere a man born in April.
Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle[1033]
against May. [A retreat sounded.[1034]
Pan. Hark! they are coming from the field: shall we
stand up here, and see them as they pass toward Ilium?[1035] 170
good niece, do, sweet niece Cressida.