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Enter Paris and Helen, attended.
Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair company! fair desires, in all fair measure, fairly guide them! especially to you, fair queen! fair thoughts be your fair pillow!
Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words.
Fair prince, here is good broken musick.
Par. You have broke it, cousin: and, by my life, you shall make it whole again; you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance:-Nell, he is full of harmony.
Pan. Truly, lady, no.
Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word ?
Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll hear you sing, certainly.
Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with me.-But (marry) thus, my lord,- My dear lord, and most esteemed friend, your brother Troilus
Helen. My lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,
Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to :commends bimself most affectionately to you.
Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody:
Pan. Sweet queen, sweet queen ; that's a sweet queen, i'faith.
Helen. And to make a sweet lady sad, is a sour offence.
Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such words; no, no.-And, my lord, he desires you, that,
• Parts of a song.
if the king call for him at supper, you will make his excuse.
Helen. My lord Pandarus,
Pun. What says my sweet queen,-my very very sweet queen?
Par. What exploit's in hand? where sups he to. night?
Helen. Nay, but my lord, -- Pan. What says my sweet queen ?- My cousin will fall out with you. You must not know where hé sups.
Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida,
Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide* ; come, your disposer is sick.
Par. Well, I'll make excuse. Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say Cressida? no, your poor disposer's sick,
Par. I spy. .
Pan. You spy! what do you spy ?-Come, give me an instrument.-- Now, sweet queen.
Helen. Why, this is kindly done,
Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have, sweet queen.
Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my lord Paris.
Pan. He! no, she'll none of him; they two are twain..
Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make them three.
Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; I'II sing you a song now.
Helen. Ay, ay, prythee now. By my troth, sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead.
Pan. Ay, you may, you may.
Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will undo us all. O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid !
Pan. Love! ay, that it shall, i'faith.
• Wide of your mark.
Helen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nose.
Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love.
Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, hot thoughts, and hot deeds? - Why, they are vipers : Is love a generation of vipers ? Sweet lord, who's a-field to-day?
Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy : I would fain have armed to-night, but my Nell would not have it so. How chance my brother Troilus went not?
Helen. He hangs the lip at something ;-you know all, lord Pandarus.
Pan, Not I, honey-sweet queen-I long to hear how they sped to-day.--You'll remember your bro. ther's excuse.
Par, To a hair.
[Erit. (A retreat sounded.
Par. They are come from field: let us to Priam's
Enter Pandarus and a Servant, meeting.
Pan. How now? Where's thy master? at my con. sin Cressida's ?
Sero. No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him thither.
Pan. o, here he comes.-How now, how now?
(Exit Servant. Pan. Have you seen my cousin ?
Tro. No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door,
Pan. Walk here i'the orchard, I'll bring her straight.
[Evit Pandarus. Tro. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense; What will it be, When that the watry palate tastes indeed Love's thrice-reputed nectar? death, I fear me; Swooning destruction; or some joy too fine, Too subtle-potent, tun'd too sharp in sweetness, For the capacity of my ruder powers : I fear it much; and I do fear besides, That I shall lose distinction in my joys; As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps The enemy flying.
Re-enter Pandarus. Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight: you must be witty now. She does so blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if she were frayed with a sprite: I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain :-she fetches her breath as short as a newta'en sparrow.
[Exit Pandarus. Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my bo
Enter Pandarus and Cressida. Pan. Come, come, what need you blush? shame's a baby.-Here she is now: swear the oaths now to her, that you have sworn to me.-What, are you gone again? you must be watched ere you be made tame, must you ? Come your ways, come your ways; an you draw backward, we'll put you i'the fills.-Why do you not speak to her?-Come, draw
Shafts of a carriage.