Pan. Say one of your watches.
Cres. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's one of the
chiefest of them too: if I cannot ward what I would not have[1068]
hit, I can watch you for telling how I took the blow; unless
it swell past hiding, and then it's past watching.[1069] 255
Pan. You are such another!
Enter Troilus's Boy.[1070]
Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you.
Pan. Where?
Boy. At your own house; there he unarms him.[1071]
Pan. Good boy, tell him I come. [Exit Boy.] I doubt[1072] 260
he be hurt. Fare ye well, good niece.
Cres. Adieu, uncle.
Pan. I will be with you, niece, by and by.[1073]