Cres. Who's that?
Helenus passes.
Pan. That's Helenus: I marvel where Troilus is.
That's Helenus. I think he went not forth to-day. That's
Helenus. 210
Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle?
Pan. Helenus! no; yes, he'll fight indifferent well. I[1052]
marvel where Troilus is. Hark! do you not hear the[1053]
people cry 'Troilus'? Helenus is a priest.
Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder? 215
Troilus passes.
Pan. Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus. 'Tis Troilus!
there's a man, niece! Hem! Brave Troilus! the prince of
chivalry!
Cres. Peace, for shame, peace!
Pan. Mark him; note him. O brave Troilus! Look[1054] 220
well upon him, niece; look you how his sword is bloodied,
and his helm more hacked than Hector's; and how he looks,
and how he goes! O admirable youth! he never saw three-and-twenty.[1055]
Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way! Had I a
sister were a grace, or a daughter a goddess, he should take[1056] 225
his choice. O admirable man! Paris? Paris is dirt to him;[1057]
and, I warrant, Helen, to change, would give an eye to boot.