Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pand. Pand.
Pand. Why he is very yong, and yet will he within
Pand. three pound lift as much as his brother Hector.
Cres. Cres.
Cres. Is he is so young a man, and so old a lifter?
Pan. Pan.
Pan. But to prooue to you that Hellen loues him, she
Pan. came and puts me her white hand to his clouen chin.
Cres. Iuno haue mercy, how came it clouen?
Pan. Why, you know 'tis dimpled,
Pan. I thinke his smyling becomes him better then any man
Pan. in all Phrigia.
Cre. Cre.
Cre. Oh he smiles valiantly.
Pan. Dooes hee not?
Cre. Oh yes, and 'twere a clow'd in Autumne.