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Pan. What says my sweet queen; my very very sweet



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

Pan. What says my sweet queen? You must not know where he sups.

Helen. I'll lay my life, ' with my deposer Cressida.

Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide; come, your deposer is sick.

Par. Well, I'll make excuse.

Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say, Cressida ? no, your poor deposer's sick.

Per. I spy.

Pan. You spy! what do you spy?-Come, give 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 -My cousin will fall out with you.

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 song now.

Helen. Ay, ay, pr’ythee now. By my troth, sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead.

Pan. Ay, you may, you may

"With my depojer Cressida.]-Helen calls Cresida her deposer, because she had supplanted her in the affections of Troilus, whom Pandarus in a preceding scene declares the loved better than Paris.Par.-with any difpafer--the lady, who holds me at her disposal. 8 may make riem three.)-may produce a third.

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

Pon. 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 fore.
These lovers cry-Oh! Oh! they die !

Yet * that which seems to kill,
Doth turn ob ! oh! to ha! ha! be!

So dying love lives still :
Ob! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha!
Ob! 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.

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, biit my Nell would not have it so. How chance my brother Troilus went not?

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

Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen.--I long to hear how they sped to-day.-You'll remember your brother's excuse?

Par. To a hair.
Pan. Farewell, sweet queen.
Helen. Commend me to your niece.
Pan. I will, sweet 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 Greekish finews; you shall do mare
Than all the island kings, disarm great Hector.

Helen. '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, Yea, over-thines ourself,

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

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Enter Pandarus, and Troilus' Man,
Pan. How now? Where's thy master? at my cousin
Cressida'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.


you seen

Pan. Have


cousin ?
Troi. No, Pandarus : I ftalk 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 will bring her straight.

[Exit Pandarus. Troi. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. 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

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 Aying.

Re-enter Pandarus. 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 P fray'd with a sprite: I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain :-- he fetches her breath as short as a new-ta’en sparrow.

[Exit Pandarus, for the deferuer!)-as the reward of merit. orchard,]-garden.

watry]-longing, • As doch a battle,] As do forces. o fray'd with a sprite :}-frighted by a ghost.

my ruder

Troi. 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 Cresda. Pan. Come, 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.-What, are you gone again? you must be watch'd ere you be made tame, must 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 see your picture. Alas the day, how loath you are to offend daylight! an 'twere dark, you'd clofe sooner. So, so; rub on, and kiss * the mistress. How now, a kiss " in feefarm! build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out, ere I part you. 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 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

[Exit Pandarus. Cre. Will you walk in, my lord ?

w The

go get a fire.

9 do their beflowing loje, ]-are suspended, desert me.
I le watch'd]-kept awake" as we watch these kites."

TAMING OF THE Shrew, Vol. II. p. 334. Pet. sithe files. ]—in the middle ranks, where they place cowards. itbe mistress]—the jack at bowls. u in fee-farm!]-never ending.

w The faulcon as the tercel,]—I'll back the faulcox against the tercel; P'll wager that Crefida is a match for Troilus.

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