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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.
For, oh, love's bow
Not that it wounds,
Yet * that which seems to kill,
So dying love lives still :
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?
confounds]-destroys. i the fore.]-(pun) forel-the deer. *tbet zhich seems the wound to kill the wound which seems morfal, the killing wound.
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.
Par. They are come from field: let us to Priam's hall,
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,
Enter Pandarus, and Troilus' Man,
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.
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 ?
go get a fire.
9 do their beflowing loje, ]-are suspended, desert me.
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.