Enter PARIS and HELEN attended..

Pan. Fair be to you, my Lord, and to all this fair company! fair defires in all fair measure fairly guide them; especially to you, fair Queen, fair thoughts be your fair pillow!

Helen. Dear Lord, you are full of fair words. Pan. You fpeak your fair pleafure, fweet Queen Fair Prince, here is good broken music.

Par. You have broken it, coufin, and, by my life, you thall make it whole again; you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance.

is full of harmony.

Pan. Truly, Lady, no.

Helen. O, Sir

Neil, he

Pan. Rude, in footh; in good footh, very rude. Per. Well faid, my Lord; well, you fay fo in fits. Pan. I have bufinefs to my Lord, dear Queen; my Lord, will you vouchfafe me a word?

Helen. Nay, this fhall not hedge us out; we'll hear you fing, certainly.

Pan. Well, fweet Queen, you are pleasant with me; but, marry thus, my Lord;

my dear Lord, and most esteemed friend, your brother Troilus

Helen. My Lord Pandarus, honey-fweet Lord,---
Pan. Go to, fweet Queen, go to

Commends himself most affectionately to you.
Helen. You fhall not bob us out of our melody:
you do, our melancholy upon your head!
Pan. Sweet Queen, fweet Queen, that's a sweet
Queen, i'faith-

If

Helen. And to make a fweet Lady fad, is a four offence. Nay, that shall not ferve your turn, that fhall it not in truth, la. Nay, I care not for fuch words, no, no

Pan. 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 fweet Queen, my very very fweet Queen?

Par. What exploit's in hand? where fups he to-night?

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 difpofer Creffida. Pan. No, no, no fuch matter, you are wide; come, your disposer 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. 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. 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 fore-head.

Pan. Ay, you may, you may-

Helen. Let thy song 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
Pan. In good troth, it begins fo.

Love, love, nothing but love, ftill more:
For O, love's bow

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

But tickles ftill the fore.

Thefe lovers ery, oh! oh! they dier
Yet that which feems the wound to kill,
Doth turn, oh! oh! to ha, ha, he:
So dying love lives ftill.

O ho, a while; but ha, ha, ha;

O ho, groans out for ha, ha, ha---hey ho! Helen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nofe! 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 are 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, Helens,, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy. I would fali have armed to-day, but my Neil 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-sweet 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're come from field; let us to Priam's hall, [you, To greet the warriors.----Sweet Helen, I muft woo 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 thall do more Than all the island Kings, difarm great Hector. Helen. Twill make us proud to be his fervant, Yea, what he thall receive of us in duty

[Paris: Gives us more palm in beauty than we have, Yea, over-fhines ourself.

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

SCENE, an Orchard to Pandarus's House.

Enter PANDARUS, and TROILUS's Man.

Pan. Now, where's thy mafter? at my coufin
Creffida's?
/ [ther.
Serv. No, Sir, he ftays you to conduct him thi-

Enter TROILUS.

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

Pan. Have you seen my coufin ?

Troi. No, Pândarus: I stalk 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

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

Pan. Walk here i' th' orchard, I will bring her
Rtraight.
[Exit Pandarus,

Tri. I'm giddy; expectation whirls me round. Th' imaginary relith is fo fweet,

That it enchants my fenfe; what will it be,
When that the watry palate taftes, indeed,
Love's thrice-reputed nectar? death, I fear me;
Swooning destruction, or fome joy too fine,
Too fubtle-potent, and too fharp in fweetnefs,
For the capacity of my rude powers;

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 flying enemy.

row.

Re-enter PANDARUS.

Pan. She's making her ready, fhe'll come ftraight; you must be witty now. She does fo blush, and fetches her wind fo fhort, as if the were fraid with a fprite: I'll bring her. It is the prettiest villain, fhe fetches her breath as fhort as a new-ta'en fpar[Exit Pandarus. Troi. Ev'n fuch a paffion doth embrace my bofom: My heart beats thicker than a fev'rous pulle; And all my powers do their bestowing lose, Like vaffalage at unawares encountering The eye of Majefty.

Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA.

Pan. Come, come; what need you blufh? Shame'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 watched ere you be made tame, muft you? come your ways, come your ways; if you draw backward, we'll put you i' th' files: (24) Why do you not speak to her? Come,

(24) If you draw backward, we'll put you th' files:] Pan