_Pand._ Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown. Come, I swear to you, I think Helen loves him better than Paris: nay, I'm sure she does. She comes me to him the other day, into the bow-window,--and you know Troilus has not above three or four hairs on his chin,-- _Cres._ That's but a bare commendation. _Pand._ But to prove to you that Helen loves him, she comes, and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin. _Cres._ Has he been fighting then? how came it cloven? _Pand._ Why, you know it is dimpled. I cannot chuse but laugh, to think how she tickled his cloven chin. She has a marvellous white hand, I must needs confess. But let that pass, for I know who has a whiter. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterday; think on it, think on it. _Cres._ So I do, uncle. _Pand._ I'll be sworn it is true; he will weep ye, an' it were a man born in April. [_A retreat sounded._ Hark, they are returning from the field; shall we stay and see them as they come by, sweet niece? do, sweet niece Cressida. _Cres._ For once you shall command me. _Pand._ Here, here, here is an excellent place; we may see them here most bravely, and I'll tell you all their names as they pass by; but mark Troilus above the rest; mark Troilus, he's worth your marking. AENEAS _passes over the Stage._ _Cres._ Speak not so loud then. _Pand._ That's AEneas. Is it not a brave man that? he's a swinger, many a Grecian he has laid with his face upward; but mark Troilus: you shall see anon. _Enter_ ANTENOR _passing._ That's Antenor; he has a notable head-piece I can tell you, and he's the ablest man for judgment in all Troy; you may turn him loose, i'faith, and by my troth a proper person. When comes Troilus? I'll shew you Troilus anon; if he see me, you shall see him nod at me. HECTOR _passes over._ That's Hector, that, that, look you that; there's a fellow! go thy way, Hector; there's a brave man, niece. O brave Hector, look how he looks! there's a countenance. Is it not a brave man, niece? _Cres._ I always told you so. _Pand._ Is he not? it does a man's heart good to look on him; look you, look you there, what hacks are on his helmet! this was no boy's play, i'faith; he laid it on with a vengeance, take it off who will, as they say! there are hacks, niece! _Cres._ Were those with swords? _Pand._ Swords, or bucklers, faulchions, darts, and lances! any thing, he cares not! an' the devil come, it is all one to him: by Jupiter he looks so terribly, that I am half afraid to praise him. _Enter_ PARIS. Yonder comes Paris, yonder comes Paris! look ye yonder, niece; is it not a brave young prince too? He draws the best bow in all Troy; he hits you to a span twelve-score level:--who said he came home hurt to-day? why, this will do Helen's heart good now! ha! that I could see Troilus now! _Enter_ HELENUS. _Cres._ Who's that black man, uncle?