_Pan._ Himself! no, he's not himself: would a' were[1005] himself! Well, the gods are above; time must friend or end: well, Troilus, well, I would my heart were in her 75 body! No, Hector is not a better man than Troilus. _Cres._ Excuse me. _Pan._ He is elder. _Cres._ Pardon me, pardon me. Pan. Th' other's not come to't; you shall tell me another[1006] 80 tale, when th' other's come to't. Hector shall not have[1006] his wit this year.[1007] _Cres._ He shall not need it, if he have his own. _Pan._ Nor his qualities. _Cres._ No matter. 85 _Pan._ Nor his beauty. _Cres._ 'Twould not become him; his own's better. _Pan._ You have no judgement, niece: Helen herself swore th' other day, that Troilus, for a brown favour--for so 'tis, I must confess,--not brown neither,-- 90 _Cres._ No, but brown.[1008] _Pan._ Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown. _Cres._ To say the truth, true and not true. _Pan._ She praised his complexion above Paris.[1009] _Cres._ Why, Paris hath colour enough. 95 _Pan._ So he has. _Cres._ Then Troilus should have too much: if she praised[1010] him above, his complexion is higher than his; he having[1011] colour enough, and the other higher, is too flaming a praise[1012] for a good complexion. I had as lief Helen's golden tongue[1013] 100 had commended Troilus for a copper nose. _Pan._ I swear to you, I think Helen loves him better[1014] than Paris.[1014] _Cres._ Then she's a merry Greek indeed. _Pan._ Nay, I am sure she does. She came to him th' 105 other day into the compassed window,--and, you know, he has not past three or four hairs on his chin,-- _Cres._ Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon bring his particulars therein to a total. _Pan._ Why, he is very young: and yet will he, within 110 three pound, lift as much as his brother Hector.[1015] _Cres._ Is he so young a man and so old a lifter?[1016] _Pan._ But, to prove to you that Helen loves him: she came and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin-- _Cres._ Juno have mercy! how came it cloven? 115 _Pan._ Why, you know, 'tis dimpled: I think his smiling becomes him better than any man in all Phrygia. _Cres._ O, he smiles valiantly.[1017] _Pan._ Does he not? _Cres._ O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn.[1018] 120 _Pan._ Why, go to, then: but to prove to you that Helen loves Troilus,-- _Cres._ Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll prove[1019][1020] it so.[1019] _Pan._ Troilus! why, he esteems her no more than I esteem 125 an addle egg. _Cres._ If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i'the shell.