shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such words; no, no. And, my Lord, he desires you, that, if the King call for him at supper, you will make his excuse.

Helen. My Lord Pandarus,

Pan. What says my sweet Queen? - my very very sweet Queen?

Par. What exploit's in hand? where sups he tonight?

Helen. Nay, but my Lord,

Pan. What says my sweet Queen?

My cou

sin will fall out with you. You must not know where he sups."

Pan. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cres

sida.

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 ine 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'll sing you a song now.

Helen. Ay, ay, pr'ythee now. By my troth, sweet Lord, thou hast a fine forehead.h

Pan. Ay, you may, you may.

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Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will ondo us all. O, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid!

Pun. Love! ay, that it shall, i'faith.

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

Pan. In good troth, it begins so:

Love, love, nothing but love, still more!
For, oh, love's bow
Shoots buck and doe:
The shaft confounds
Not that it wounds,

But tickles still the sore.

These lovers

cry Oh! oh! they die!
Yet that which seems the wound to kill,
Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he!
So dying love lives still:

Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha!
Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha!
Hey ho!

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.

Why, lood,

Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot thoughts, and hot deeds? vipers: Is love a generation af vipers? Lord, who's a-field to-day?

Sweet they are

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 so. How chance my brother Troilus went not?

Helen. He, hangs the lip at something 1⁄2 know all, Lord Pandarus.

you

1

You'll remember

Pan. Not I, honey-sweet Queen. hear how they sped to-day. your brother's excuse?

Par. To a hair.

Pan. Farewell, sweet Queen.

Helen. Commend me to your niece.
Pan. I will, sweet Queen.

[Exit.

[4 Retreat sounded. Par. They are come from field: let us to Priam's

hall,

To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo

you

To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles,
With these your white enchanting fingers touch'd,
Shall more obey, than to the edge of steel,
Or force of Greekish sinews; you shall do more
Than all the island Kings, disarm great Hector.
Helen. "Twill make us proud to be his servant,
Paris:

t

Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty
Gives us more palm in beauty than we have; įr
Yea overshines ourself.

Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee.

[Exeunt.

Enter PANDARUs and a Servant, meeting.

Pan. How now? where's thy Master? at my cousin Cressida's?

Serv. No, Sir; he stays for you to conduct him thither.

Enter TROILUS.

Pan. O, here he comes.

now?

How now, how

[Exit Servant.

Tro. Sirrah, walk off.

Pan. Have you seen my cousin?

Tro. No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door, Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks Staying for waftage. O, be thou

my Charon, And give me swift transportance to those fields, Where I may wallow in the lily beds

Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus, From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, And fly with me to Cressid!

Pan. Walk here i'the orchard, I'll bring her straight. [Exit PANDARUS. Tro. I am giddy; expectation whirls me ronnd. 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 PANDÁRUS.

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 fray'd with a sprite: I'll fetch her. It is the

prettiest villain: she fetches her breath as short as a new-ta'en sparrow.

[Exit PANDARUS. I Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my

bosom:

My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse
And all my powers do their bestowing lose,
Like vassalage at unawares encount'ring
The eye of majesty.

Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA.

Pan. Come, c 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.

be watch'd

What, are you gone again? you muCome your

ere you be made tame, must you?

--

ways, come your ways; an you draw backward, we'll put you 'the fills. Why do you not speak to her? Come draw this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas the day, how loath you are to offend day-light! an 'twere dark, you'd close sooner. So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistress. How now, a kiss in fee-farm! build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out, ere I part you. The faulcon as the tercel, for all the ducks i'the river: go to go to.

Tro. You have bereft me of all words, Lady,T Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds but she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she call your activity in question. What, billing again? Here's In witness whereof the parties interchangeably- Come in, come in; I'll go get a [Exit PANDARUS. Cres, Will you walk in'; my Lord? at Monosk