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.

Helen. And to make a fweet lady fad, is a four offence.

Pan. Nay, that fhall not ferve your turn; that fhall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for fuch words; no, no.-And, my lord, he defires you, that, if the king call for him at fupper, you will

make his excufe.

Helen. My lord Pandarus,

Pan. What fays my sweet queen; my very very fweet queen?

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

Helen. Nay, but my lord,

Pan. What fays my fweet queen? My coufin will fall out with you.

Helen. 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 difpofer is fick.

Par. Well, I'll make excufe.

Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why fhould you fay Creffida? no, your poor difpofer's fick.

Par. I fpy.

Pan. You fpy! what do you spy?—Come, give me an inftrument.-Now, fweet queen.

Helen. Why this is kindly done.

Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing You have, fweet queen.

Helen.

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. Comé, 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 hast a fine forehead,

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 thall, i'faith.

Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love,
Pan. In good troth, it begins fo:

Love, love, nothing but love, ftill more!
For, oh, love's bow

Shoots buck and doe:
The fhaft confounds
Not that it wounds,

But tickles fill the fore.

Thefe lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die!

Yet that which feems the wound to kill,
Doth turn! oh! to ha! ha! he!

So dying love lives ftill:

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 thoughtra

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?

Helen. He hangs the lip at fomething;-you know all, 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, fweet queen.

Helen. Commend me to your niece.

Pan. I will, fweet queen. [Exit. Sound a Retreat. Par. They are come from field : let us to Priam's

hall,

Togreet 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 finews; you fhall do more
Than all the island kings, disarm great Hector.
Helen. "Twill make us proud to be his fervant,
Paris:

Yea, what he Thall receive of us in duty
Gives us more palm in beauty than we have ;
Yea, over-thines ourself.

Par, Sweet, above thought I love thee.[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE II. PANDARUS' Garden,

Enter PANDARUS, and TROILUS' Man. Pan. How now? where's thy mafter? at my coufin Creffida's?

Serv. No, fir; he ftays for you to conduct him thither.

Enter TROILUS,

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

Pan. Have you feen my coufin?

Troi. No, Pandarus: I ftalk about her door,
Like a strange foul upon the Stygian banks,
Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon,
And give me fwift tranfportance to thofe fields,
Where I may wallow in the lily beds

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

Pan. Walk here i' the orchard, I will bring her
ftraight.
[Exit PANDARUS.
Troi. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
The imaginary relifh is fo fweet

That it enchants my fenfe; What will it be,
When that the watery palate tastes indeed
Love's thrice-reputed nectar? death, I fear me ;
Swooning deftruction; or fome joy too fine,
Too fubtle-potent, tun'd too fharp in sweetness,
For the capacity of my ruder powers:
I fear it much; and I do fear befides,
That I fhall lofe distinction in my joys;
As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
The enemy flying.

Re-enter

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Re-enter PANDARUS.

Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight: you must be witty now. She does fo blush, and fetches her wind fo fhort, as if the were fray'd with a fprite: I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain :fhe fetches her breath as short as a new-ta’en spar[Exit PANDARUS. Troi. Even fuch a paffion doth embrace my bofom :

row.

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

Enter PANDARUS, and CRESSIDA.

Pan. Come, come, what need you blush? shame's a baby.-Here she 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 yourways, come your ways; an you draw backward, we'll put you i' the 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 kiss the mistress. How now, a kifs in fee-farm! build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, you fhall fight your hearts out, ere I part you. The faulcon as the tercel, for all the ducks i' the river; go to, go to.

Troi. You have bereft me of all words, lady. Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but fhe'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she call your activity