Pan. 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 sweet queen? You must not know where he fups. f Helen. I'll lay my life, with my depofer Creffida. Pan. No, no, no fuch matter, you are wide; come, your depofer is fick. Par. Well, I'll make excufe. Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why fhould you sayCreffida? no, your poor depofer's fick. Par. I fpy. Pan. You fpy! what do you fpy?-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. 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 coufin will fall out with you. Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make them three. g 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 forehead. Pan. Ay, you may, you may With my depofer Creffida.]—Helen calls Creffida her depofer, becaufe fhe had fupplanted her in the affections of Troilus, whom Pandarus in a preceding scene declares fhe loved better than Paris.Par.-with my difpofer the lady, who holds me at her difpofal. 8 may make them three.]-may produce a third. Helen. 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. Love, love, nothing but love, ftill more! i But tickles ftill the fore. Thefe lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die! k Yet that which feems to kill, Dotb turn ob! ob! to ha! ba! be! So dying love lives ftill: Ob! ob! a while, but ha! ha! ba! 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. 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 today? Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have arm'd to-day, Nell would not have it fo. How chance my brother Troilus went not? but my h confounds]-deftroys. the fore.]-(pun) forel-the deer. that which feems the wound to kill the wound which feems mor jal, the killing wound. Helen. Helen. He hangs the lip at fomething;-you know all, lord Pandarus. Pan. Not I, honey-fweet queen.-I long to hear how they sped to-day.-You'll remember your brother's excufe? Par. To a hair. Pan. Farewell, 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, 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 Greekifh 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 ourself. Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. SCENE II, Pandarus' Garden. Enter Pandarus, and Troilus' Man. [Exeunt. Pan. How now? where's thy mafter? at my cousin Creffida's? Serv. No, fir; he stays for you to conduct him thither. Enter Troilus. Pan. O, here he comes.-How now, how now? Troi. Sirrah, walk off. Pan. Pan. Have you feen my coufin? Troi. No, Pandarus: I ftalk about her door, Propos'd' for the deferver! O gentle Pandarus, 122 Pan. Walk here i'the orchard, I will bring her ftraight. [Exit Pandarus. Troi. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. That it enchants my fenfe; What will it be, 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 enemy flying. 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 fhe were P fray'd with a fprite: I'll fetch her. It is the prettieft villain:-fhe fetches her breath as short as a new-ta'en fparrow. [Exit Pandarus. watry]-longing. fray'd with a sprite :]-frighted by a ghost. Troi. Even fuch a paffion doth embrace my bofom: My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse; And all my powers do their bestowing lofe, Like vaffalage at unawares encount❜ring The eye of majesty. Enter Pandarus, and Creffida. Pan. Come, come, what need you blush? 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'the files.-Why do not you speak to her?-Come, draw this curtain, and let's fee your picture. Alas the day, how loath you are to offend daylight! an 'twere dark, you'd clofe fooner. So, fo; rub on, and kiss the mistress. How now, a kifs "in feefarm! build there, carpenter; the air is fweet. 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. t Troi. You have bereft me of all words, lady. W Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she 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. Cre. Will you walk in, my lord? [Exit Pandarus. a do their bestowing lofe,]-are fufpended, defert me. TAMING OF THE SHREW, Vol. II. p. 334. Pet. the files.]—in the middle ranks, where they place cowards. the mistress]-the jack at bowls. " in fee-farm!]-never ending. The faulcon as the tercel,]-I'll back the fauleen against the tercel; I'll wager that Creffida is a match for Troilus. |