CRESSIDA.
And’t had been a green hair I should have laugh’d too.
PANDARUS.
They laugh’d not so much at the hair as at his pretty answer.
CRESSIDA.
What was his answer?
PANDARUS.
Quoth she ‘Here’s but two and fifty hairs on your chin, and one of them is white.’
CRESSIDA.
This is her question.
PANDARUS.
That’s true; make no question of that. ‘Two and fifty hairs,’ quoth he ‘and one white. That white hair is my 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 was such laughing! and Helen so blush’d, and Paris so chaf’d; and all the rest so laugh’d that it pass’d.
CRESSIDA.
So let it now; for it has been a great while going by.
PANDARUS.
Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterday; think on’t.
CRESSIDA.
So I do.
PANDARUS.
I’ll be sworn ’tis true; he will weep you, and ’twere a man born in April.