ACT III. SCENE I.
Paris's Apartment in the Palace in TROY.

Enter Pandarus, and a Servant.

Pan.FR

[Mufick within.]

Pan.RIEND! you! pray you, a word: do not you follow the young Lord Paris?

Ser. Ay, Sir, when he goes before me.

Ser. You do depend upon him, I mean?
Pan. Sir, I do depend upon the Lord.

Pan. You depend upon a noble gentleman : I must needs praise him.

Ser. The Lord be praised!

Pan. You know me, do you not?

Ser. 'Faith, Sir, fuperficially.

Pan. Friend, know me better, I am the Lord Pandarus.

Ser. I hope I fhall know your Honour better.

Pan. I do defire it.

Ser. Are you in the ftate of grace?

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Pan. Grace? not fo, friend: Honour and Lordship are

What mufick is this?

Ser. I do but partly know, Sir; it is mufick in parts. Pan. Know you the musicians?

Pan. At whofe pleasure, friend?

Ser. At mine, Sir, and theirs that love musick,
Pan. Command, I mean, friend.

Ser. Who fhall I command, Sir?

Pan. Friend, we understand not one another: I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning. At whofe request do these men play?

Ser. That's to't indeed, Sir; marry, Sir, at the request of Paris, my Lord, who's there in perfon; with him the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's vifible foul.

Pan. Who? my coufin Creffida?

Ser. No, Sir, Helen; could you not find out that by her attributes ?

Pan. It should feem, fellow, that thou haft not feen the

Lady

Lady Creffida. I come to speak with Paris from the Prince
Troilus: will make a complemental affault upon him, for
my bufinefs feethes.

Ser. Sodden business! there's a stew'd phrase indeed.
SCENE II.

Enter Paris and Helen, attended.

Pan. Fair be to you, my Lord, and to all this fair company ! fair defires in all fair meafure fairly guide them; efpecially to you, fair Queen, fair thoughts be your fair pillow !

Helen. Dear Lords, you are full of fair words.

Pan. You fpeak your fair pleasure, sweet Queen : fair S Prince, here is good broken musick.

Par. You have broken it, coufin, and by my life, you fhall make it whole again; you fhall piece it out with a piece of your performance. Nell, he is full of harmony, Pan. Truly Lady, no.

Helen. O, Sir

Pan. Rude in footh; in good footh, very rude.

Par. Well faid, my Lord; well you say so in fits. Pan. I have bufinefs 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 fing certainly.

Pan. Well, fweet 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, fweet Queen, go to-
Commends himself most affectionately to you.

Helen. You fhall not bob us out of our melody: if you

do, our melancholy upon your head!

Pan, Sweet Queen, fweet Queen, that's a sweet Queen, i'faith and to make a fweet Lady fad, is a fower offence. Helen. Nay, that shall not ferve your turn, that shall it not in truth la. Nay, I care not for fuch words, no,

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Pan. And, my Lord, he defires you, that if the King call for him at fupper, you will make his excuse.

Helen, My Lord Pandarus

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Pan.

Ran. What fays my fweet Queen? my very very sweet Queen?

Par. What exploit's in hand, where fups he to-night? Helen. Nay, but my Lord

Pan. What fays my fweet Queen ? my coufin will fall out with you- -You must not know where he fups. Par. I'll lay my life, with my difpofer Creffida.

Pan. No, no, no fuch matter, you are wide; come, your difpofer is fick.

Par. Well, I'll make excufe.

Pan. Ay, good my Lord; why should you fay Creffida? no, your poor difpofer's fick.

Par. I fpy

Pan. You spy? what do you fpy

inftrument now, fweet Queen.

Helen. Why, this is kindly done.

Pan. My neice is horribly in love with a thing you have, fweet Queen.

Helen. She fhall have it, my Lord, if it be not my Lord Paris.

Pan. He? no, fhe'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'll fing you a fong now.

Helen. Ay, ay, pr'ythee now; by my troth, fweet Lord, thou haft a fine fore-head.

Pan. Ay, you may, you may

Helen. Let thy fong be love: this love will undo us all. Oh, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid!

Pan. Love! ay, that it fhall, i'faith.

Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love.

Pan. In good troth it begins fo.

Love, love, nothing but love, fiill more :

For, 0, love's bow

Shoots buck and doe:

The shaft confounds

Not that it wounds,

But tickles ftill the fore:

Thefe lovers cry, ob ob they die :

Yet that which feems the wound to kill,

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Doth turn, oh, oh, to ba ba be:
So dying love lives fill.

O bo a while, but ba ba ba;

O bo groans out for ba ba ba-bey bo!

Helen. In love i'faith to the very tip of the nofe! 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 are 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 afield to-day?

Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy. I would fain have arm'd to-day, but my Nell would not have it fo. How chance my brother Troilus went not?

Helen. He hangs the lip at something; you know all, Lord Pandarus.

Pan. No I, honey-fweet Queen: I long to hear how they fped to-day. You'll remember your brother's excufe? Par. To a hair.

Pan. Farewel, fweet Queen.

Helen. Commend me to your neice.

Pan. I will, fweet Queen. [Exit. Sound a Retreat.
Par. They're come from field; let us to Priam's hall,
To greet the warriors. Helen, 1 muft woo you
To help unarm our Hector: his ftubborn buckles,
With these your white enchanting fingers toucht,
Shall more obey, than to the edge of steel,

Or force of Greekib finews: you shall do more
Than all the island Kings, difarm great Hector.

Helen. 'Twill make us proud to be his fervant, Paris : Yea, what he fhall receive of us in duty

Gives us more palm in beauty than we have,

Yea, over-fhines our self.

Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee.

SCENE III. Pandarus's Orchard.

Enter Pandarus, and Troilus's Man.

[Exeunt.

Pan. Now, where's thy mafter? at my coufin Creffida's? Ser. No, Sir, he ftays for you to conduct him thither.

Enter

Enter Troilus.

Pan. O, here he comes; how now, how now?
Troi. Sirrah, walk off.

Pan. Have you feen my coufin?

[To the Servant.

Trois No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door
Like a ftrange foul upon the Stygian banks
Staying for waftage. O be thou my Charon,
And give me swift tranfportance to those fields,
Where I may wallow in the lilly beds

Propos'd for the deferver! Gentle Pandarus,
From Cupid's fhoulder pluck his painted wings,
And fly with me to Creffid.

Pan. Walk here i'th orchard, I will bring her straight.

[Exit Pandarus.

Troi. I'm giddy; expectation whirls me round.

Th' imaginary relifh is fo fweet,

That it enchants my fenfe; what will it be
When that the watry palate tafts indeed

Love's thrice reputed nectar? death, I fear me ;
Swooning deftruction, or fome joy too fine,
Too fubtle, potent, and too fharp in fweetness,
For the capacity of my rude powers;

I fear it much, and I do fear befides
That I fhall lofe diftinction in my joys,
As doth a battle when they charge on heaps
The flying enemy.

Re-enter Pandarus.

Pan. She's making her ready, fhe'll come ftraight; you must be witty now. She does fo blush, and fetches her wind fo fhort, as if she were 'fraid with a sprite: I'll bring her. It is the prettieft villian, fhe fetches her breath as fhort as a new-ta'en fparrow. [Exit Pandarus.

Troi. Ev'n fuch a paffion doth embrace my bofom :
My heart beats thicker than a fev'rous pulfe,
And all my pow'rs do their bestowing lofe,
Like vaffalage at unwares encountring

The eye of Majefty.

SCENE IV. Enter Pandarus and Creffida. Pan. Come, come; what need you bluth? Shame's a baby. Here he is now: fwear the oaths now to her, that

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