Shakespeare, William · published 1609 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 515 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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Th'other's not come to't, you shall tell me another tale when th'other's come to't, Hector shall not have his will this year. He shall not need it if he have his own. Not his qualities. No matter. Nor his beauty. 'twould not become him, his own's better. 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. No, but brown. Faith to say truth, brown and not brown. To say the truth, true and not true. She praised his complexion above Paris. Why Paris hath colour enough. So he has. Then Troylus should have too much, if she praised him above, his complexion is higher than his, he having colour enough, and the other higher, is too flaming a praise for a good complexion, I had as lief Helen's golden tongue had commended Troilus for a copper nose. I swear to you I think Helen loves him better than Paris. Then she's a merry greek indeed. Nay I am sure she does, she came to him th'other day into the compassed window, and you know he has not past three or four hairs on his chin. Indeed a Tapster's arithmetic may soon bring his particulars therein to a total. Why he is very young, and yet will he within three pound lift as much as his brother Hector. Is he so young a man, and so old a lifter. But to prove to you that Helen loves him, she came and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin. Iuno have mercy, how came it cloven? Why, you know 'tis dimpled, I think his smiling becomes him better than any man in all Phrigia. Oh he smiles valianty. Does he not? Oh yes, and 'twere a cloud in Autumn. Why go to then, but to prove to you that Helen loves Troilus. Troilus will stand to thee proof if you'll prove it so. Troilus, why he esteems her no more than I esteem and addle egg: If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head you would eat chickens i'th' shell. I cannot choose but laugh to think how she tickled his chin, indeed she has a marvelous white hand I must needs confess. Without the rack. And she takes upon her to spy a white hear on his chin. Alas poor chin many a wart is richer. But there was such laughing, Queen Hecuba laughed that her eyes ran over. With millstones. And Cassandra laughed. But there was a more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes: did her eyes run over to? And Hector laughed. At what was all this laughing. Marry at the white hear that Helen spied on Troilus chin. And 't'had been a green hear I should have laughed too. They laughed not so much at the hear as at his pretty answer. What was his answer? Quoth she here's but two and fifty heirs on your chin; and one of them is white. This is her question.
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Th'others not come too't, you shall tell me another tale when th'others come too't, Hector shall not haue his will this yeare. He shall not neede it if he haue his owne. Not his qualities. No matter. Nor his beautie. Twould not become him, his own's better. You haue no iudgement neece; Hellen her selfe swore th'other day that Troylus for a bowne fauour (for so tis I must confesse) not browne neither. No, but browne. Faith to say truth, browne and not browne. To say the truth, true and not true. She praisd his complexion aboue Paris. Why Paris hath colour inough. So he has. Then Trylus should haue too much, if shee praizd him aboue, his complexion is higher then his, hee hauing colour enough, and the other higher, is too flaming a praise for a good complexion, I had as lieue Helens golden tongue had commended Troylus for a copper nose. I sweare to you I thinke Helen loues him better then Paris. Then shees a merry greeke indeed. Nay I am sure she dooes, she came to him th'other day into the compast window, and you know hee has not past three or foure haires on his chinne. Indeed a Tapsters Arithetique may soone bring his particulars therein to a totall. Why he is very yong, and yet will he within three pound liste as much as his brothers Hector. Is he so yong a man, and so old a lifter. But to prooue to you that Hellen loues him, shee came and puts mee her white hand to his clouen chin. haue mercy, how came it clouen? Why, you know tis dimpled, I thinke his smyling becomes him better then any man in all Phigia. Oh he smiles valianty. Dooes hee not? Oh yes, and twere a clowd in Autumne. Why go to then, but to proue to you that Hellen loues Troylus. Troylus wil stand to thee proofe if youle prooue it so. Troylus, why hee esteemes her no more then I esteeme and addle egge: If you loue and addle egge as well as you loue and idle head you would eate chickens ith shell. I cannot chuse but laugh to thinke how she ticled his chin, indeed shee has a marel's white hand I must needs confesse. Without the rack. And shee takes vpon her to spie a white heare on his chinne. Alas poore chin many a wart is ritcher. But there was such laughing, Queene Hecuba laught that her eyes ran ore. With milstones. And Cassandra laught. But there was a more temperate fire vnder the por of her eyes: did her eyes run ore to? And Hector laught. At what was all this laughing. Marry at the white heare that Hellen spied on Troylus chin. And t'had beene a greene heare I should haue laught too. They laught not so much at the heare as at his pretty answere. What was his answere? Quoth shee heere's but two and fifty heires on your chinne; and one of them is white. This is her question.