_Pan._ I cannot choose but laugh, to think how she tickled his chin; indeed, she has a marvellous white hand, I must[1021] 130 needs confess,-- _Cres._ Without the rack. _Pan._ And she takes upon her to spy a white hair on his chin. _Cres._ Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer. 135 _Pan._ But there was such laughing! Queen Hecuba laughed, that her eyes ran o'er.[1022] _Cres._ With mill-stones. _Pan._ And Cassandra laughed. _Cres._ But there was more temperate fire under the pot[1023] 140 of her eyes: did her eyes run o'er too? _Pan._ And Hector laughed. _Cres._ At what was all this laughing? _Pan._ Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus' chin.[1024] 145 _Cres._ An't had been a green hair, I should have laughed[1025] too. _Pan._ They laughed not so much at the hair as at his pretty answer. _Cres._ What was his answer? 150 _Pan._ Quoth she, 'Here's but two and fifty hairs on[1026] your chin, and one of them is white.' _Cres._ This is her question. _Pan._ That's true; make no question of that. 'Two and[1027] fifty hairs,' quoth he, 'and one white: that white hair is my[1028] 155 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[1029] was such laughing! and Helen so blushed, and Paris so chafed, and all the rest so laughed, that it passed. 160 _Cres._ So let it now; for it has been a great while going by.[1030] _Pan._ Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterday; think[1031] on't.[1031] _Cres._ So I do.[1032] _Pan._ I'll be sworn 'tis true; he will weep you, an[165, 167] 165 'twere a man born in April. _Cres._ And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle[1033] against May. [_A retreat sounded._[1034] _Pan._ Hark! they are coming from the field: shall we stand up here, and see them as they pass toward Ilium?[1035] 170 good niece, do, sweet niece Cressida. _Cres._ At your pleasure. _Pan._ Here, here, here's an excellent place; here we may see most bravely: I'll tell you them all by their names as they pass by; but mark Troilus above the rest. 175 ÆNEAS _passes_.[1036] _Cres._ Speak not so loud. _Pan._ That's Æneas: is not that a brave man? he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you: but mark Troilus;[1037] you shall see anon. _Cres._ Who's that?[1038] 180 ANTENOR _passes_.