HEL. My lord Pandarus, PAN. What fays my fweet queen; my very very fweet queen? [night? PAR. What exploit's in hand? where fups he toHEL. Nay, but my lord, PAN. What fays my fweet queen? You must not know where he fups. PAR. I'll lay my life, with my difposer Creffida. PAN. No, no, no fuch matter, you are wide; come, your difposer is fick. PAR. Well, I'll make excufe. PAN. Ay, good my lord. Why should you fay― Creffida? no, your poor difposer's fick. PAR. Ifpy PAN. You fpy! what do you spy? Come, give me an inftrument now, fweet queen. HEL. Why, this is kindly done. PAN. My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have, fweet queen. HEL. 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. My cousin will fall out with you. HEL. 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. HEL. Ay, ay, pr'ythee now. By my troth, sweet lord, thou haft a fine forehead. PAN. Ay, you may, you may. HEL. Let thy fong be love: this love will undo us all. Oh, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid! 23 v. Note. PAN. Love! ay, that it shall, i'faith. PAR. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love. PAN. In good troth, it begins fo. SONG. Love, love, nothing but love, ftill more! fboots buck and doe: 2. These lovers cry-Oh, oh, they die! fo dying love lives ftill: oh oh a while, but ha ha ha; groans out for ha ha ha; Hey bo! HEL. 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 arm'd to-day, but my Nell would not have it fo. How chance my brother Troilus went not? HEL. He hangs the lip at fomething; - you know all, my lord Pandarus. PAN. Not 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, sweet queen. HEL. Commend me to your niece. PAN. I will, fweet queen. [Exit. Retreat founded. PAR. They're come from field: let us to Priam's hall, To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I muft woo you To help unarm our Hector: his ftubborn buckles, With these your white enchanting fingers touch'd, Shall more obey, than to the edge of steel, Or force of Greekish finews; you shall do more Than all the island kings, disarm great Hector. HEL. Twill make us proud to be his servant, Paris: Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty Gives us more palm in beauty than we have; PAR. Sweet, above thought I love thee. [Exeunt. SCENE 11. The fame. Pandarus' Garden. Enter a Servant, and PANDARUS, meeting. PAN. How now? where's thy master ? at my cousin Creffida's? Ser. No, fir; he ftays for you to conduct him thither. Enter TROILUS. PAN. O, here he comes. How now, how now ? TRO. Sirrah, walk off. PAN. Have you feen my cousin? [Exit Servant, TRO. No, Pandarus: I ftalk about her door, Like a strange foul upon the Stygian banks Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon, Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus, PAN. Walk here i'th'orchard, I'll bring her ftraight. [Exit PANDARUS. TRO. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is fo fweet, That it enchants my fenfe; What will it be, Re-enter PANDARUS. PAN. She's making her ready, fhe'll come ftraight; you must be witty now. She does fo blufh, and fetches her wind fo fhort, as if he were fray'd with a sprite: I'll fetch her. It is the prettieft villain,-she fetches her breath as short as a new-ta'en sparrow. [Exit PANDARUS. TRO. Even fuch a paffion doth embrace my bosom : My heart beats thicker than a fev'rous pulse; And all my powers do their bestowing lose, Like vaffalage at unawares encount'ring The eye of majesty. 12 pallats tafte 14 Sounding 15 fubtile, potent, Re-enter PANDARUS, with CRESSIDA. PAN. Come, come, what need you blufh fhame's a baby. Here he is now: fwear the oaths now to her, that you have fworn to me. What, are you gone again? you must be watch'd ere you be made tame, muft you? Come your ways, come your ways; an you draw backward, we'll put you i'th' files. Why do you not speak to her? Come, draw this curtain, and let's fee your picture. Alas the day, how loth you are to offend day-light! an 'twere dark, you'd close fooner. So, fo; rub on, and kifs the mistress. How now, a kifs in fee-farm! build there, carpenter; the air is fweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out, ere I part you. The falcon as the tercel, for all the ducks i'th' river: go to, go to. TRO. You have bereft me of all words, lady. PAN. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but she'll bereave you o'th'deeds too, if the call your activity in queftion. What, billing again? here's-In witness whereof the parties interchangeably - Come in, come in; I'll go get a fire. [Exit PANDARUS. CRE. Will you walk in, my lord? TRO. O Creffida, how often have I wish'd me thus ? CRE. Wifh'd, my lord?-The gods grant!-Omy lord, TRO. What fhould they grant? what makes this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg efpies my fweet lady in the fountain of our love? CRE. More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes. TRO. Fears make devils of cherubims; they never fee truly. CRE. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason ftumbling without fear: To 28 my teares |