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?

Pand. That is Helenus.—­I marvel where Troilus is all this while;—­that is Helenus.—­I think Troilus went not forth to-day;—­that’s Helenus.

Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle?