_Pan._ That's Antenor: he has a shrewd wit, I can tell[1039] you; and he's a man good enough: he's one o' the soundest[1040] judgements in Troy, whosoever, and a proper man of person.[1041] When comes Troilus? I'll show you Troilus anon: if he see me, you shall see him nod at me.[1042] 185 _Cres._ Will he give you the nod? _Pan._ You shall see. _Cres._ If he do, the rich shall have more.[1043] HECTOR _passes_. _Pan._ That's Hector, that, that, look you, that; there's a fellow! Go thy way, Hector! There's a brave man, 190 niece. O brave Hector! Look how he looks! there's a countenance! is't not a brave man? _Cres._ O, a brave man![1044] _Pan._ Is a' not? it does a man's heart good. Look you[1045] what hacks are on his helmet! look you yonder, do you 195 see? look you there: there's no jesting; there's laying on,[1046] take't off who will, as they say: there be hacks![1047] _Cres._ Be those with swords? _Pan._ Swords! any thing, he cares not; an the devil[1048] come to him, it's all one: by God's lid, it does one's heart 200 good. Yonder comes Paris, yonder comes Paris. PARIS _passes_.[1049] Look ye yonder, niece; is't not a gallant man too, is't not? Why, this is brave now. Who said he came hurt home to-day?[1050] he's not hurt: why, this will do Helen's heart good now, ha! Would I could see Troilus now! you shall see[1051] 205 Troilus anon. _Cres._ Who's that? HELENUS _passes_. _Pan._ That's Helenus: I marvel where Troilus is. That's Helenus. I think he went not forth to-day. That's Helenus. 210 _Cres._ Can Helenus fight, uncle? _Pan._ Helenus! no; yes, he'll fight indifferent well. I[1052] marvel where Troilus is. Hark! do you not hear the[1053] people cry 'Troilus'? Helenus is a priest. _Cres._ What sneaking fellow comes yonder? 215 TROILUS _passes_. _Pan._ Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus. 'Tis Troilus! there's a man, niece! Hem! Brave Troilus! the prince of chivalry! _Cres._ Peace, for shame, peace! _Pan._ Mark him; note him. O brave Troilus! Look[1054] 220 well upon him, niece; look you how his sword is bloodied, and his helm more hacked than Hector's; and how he looks, and how he goes! O admirable youth! he never saw[1055] three-and-twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way! Had I a sister were a grace, or a daughter a goddess, he should take[1056] 225 his choice. O admirable man! Paris? Paris is dirt to him;[1057] and, I warrant, Helen, to change, would give an eye to boot. Common Soldiers _pass_.[1058] _Cres._ Here come more.[1059]