E'en so; Hector was stirring early.

CRES. That were we talking of, and of his anger.

PAN. Was he angry?

CRES. So he says here.

PAN. True, he was so; I know the cause too. He'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that, and there's Troilus will not come far behind him. Let them take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that too.

CRES. What, is he angry too?

PAN. Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man of the two.

CRES. O Jupiter, there's no comparison.

PAN. What, not between Troilus and Hector? Do you know a man if you see him?

CRES. Ay, if I ever saw him before and knew him.

PAN. Well, I say Troilus is Troilus.

CRES. Then you say as I say, for I am sure he is not Hector.

PAN. No, nor Hector is not Troilus in some degrees.

CRES. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself.

PAN. Himself? alas, poor Troilus, I would he were!

CRES. So he is.

PAN. Condition I had gone barefoot to India.

CRES. He is not Hector.

PAN. Himself? no! he's not himself. Would 'a were himself! Well, the gods are above, time must friend or end. Well, Troilus, well, I would my heart were in her body. No, Hector is not a better man than Troilus.

CRES. Excuse me.

PAN. He is elder.

CRES. Pardon me, pardon me.

PAN. 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 [wit] this year.

CRES.