Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 491 words
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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 is 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 valiantly. Dooes he not? Oh yes, and 'twere a clowed 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 an 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 maruel's white hand I must needs confess. Without the rack. And she takes upon her to spy a white hair 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 more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes: did her eyes run over too? And Hector laughed. At what was all this laughing? Marry at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus chin. And t' had been a green hair, I should have laughed too. They laughed not so much at the hair, as at his pretty answer. What was his answer? Quoth she, here's but two and fifty hairs on your chin; and one of them is white. This is her question. That's true, make no question of that, two and fifty hairs quoth he, and one white, that white hair is my Father, and all the rest are his Sons. Iupiter quoth she, which of these hairs is Paris my husband? The forked one quoth he, plucked out and give it him: but there was such laughing, and Helen so blushed, and Paris so chafed, and all the rest so laughed, that it past. So let it now, For is has been a great while going by. Well Cousin, I told you a thing yesterday, think on't. So I does. I'll be sworn 'tis true, he will weep you an'twere a man borne in April. And I'll spring up in his tears, an'twere a nettle against May.
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I ſweare to you, I thinke Hellen loues him better then Paris. Then ſhee's a merry Greeke indeed. Nay I am ſure ſhe does, ſhe came to him th' other day into the compaſt window, and you know he has not paſt three or foure haires on his chinne. Indeed a Tapſters Arithmetique may ſoone bring his particulars therein, to a totall. Why he is very yong, and yet will he within three pound lift as much as his brother Hector. Is he is ſo young a man, and ſo old a lifter? But to prooue to you that Hellen loues him, ſhe came and puts me her white hand to his clouen chin. Iuno haue mercy, how came it clouen? Why, you know 'tis dimpled, I thinke his ſmyling becomes him better then any man in all Phrigia. Oh he ſmiles valiantly. Dooes hee not? Oh yes, and 'twere a clow'd 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 he eſteemes her no more then I eſteeme an addle egge. If you loue an addle egge as well as you loue an idle head, you would eate chickens i' th' ſhell. I cannot chuſe but laugh to thinke how ſhe tickled his chin, indeed ſhee has a maruel's white hand I muſt needs confeſſe. Without the racke. And ſhee takes vpon her to ſpie a white haire on his chinne. Alas poore chin? many a wart is richer. But there was ſuch laughing, Queene Hecuba laught that her eyes ran ore. With Milſtones. And Caſſandra laught. But there was more temperate fire vnder the pot of her eyes: did her eyes run ore too? And Hector laught. At what was all this laughing? Marry at the white haire that Hellen ſpied on Troylus chin. And t' had beene a greene haire, I ſhould haue laught too. They laught not ſo much at the haire, as at his pretty anſwere. What was his anſwere? Quoth ſhee, heere's but two and fifty haires on your chinne; and one of them is white. This is her queſtion. That's true, make no queſtion of that, two and fiftie haires quoth hee, and one white, that white haire is my Father, and all the reſt are his Sonnes. Iupiter quoth ſhe, which of theſe haires is Paris my husband? The forked one quoth he, pluckt out and giue it him: but there was ſuch laughing, and Hellen ſo bluſht, and Paris ſo chaft, and all the reſt ſo laught, that it paſt. So let it now, For is has beene a great while going by. Well Cozen, I told you a thing yeſterday, think on't. So I does. Ile be ſworne 'tis true, he will weepe you an'twere a man borne in Aprill. And Ile ſpring vp in his teares, an'twere a nettle againſt May.