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Enter PARIS and HELEN attended.. Pan. Fair be to you, my Lord, and to all this fair company ! fair desires 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 speak your fair pleasure, sweet Queen. Fair Prince, here is good broken music.

Par. You have broken it, cousin, and, by pry life, you thall make it whole again ; you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance. Neil, ke is full of harmony.

Pan. Truly, Lady, no.
Helen. (, Sir
Pan. Rude, in footh; in good footh, very rude.
Por. Well said, my Lord; well, you say fo in fits.

Pan. I liave business to my. Lord, dear Queen; my Lord, will you vouchsafe me a word?

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

Pan. Well, sweet 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-sweet Lord,.-

Pan. Go to, sweet Queen, go to
Commends himself most affectionately to you.

Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody: If

you do, our melancholy upon your head !

Pan. Sweet Queen, sweet Queen, that's a sweet Queen, i'faith

Helen. And to make a sweet Lady sad, is a sour offence. Nay, that shall not serve your turn, that Thall it not in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such words, no, noncom

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Pan. And, my Lord, he desires, you, that if the King call for him at supper, you will make his excuse.

Helen. My Lord Pandarus.

Pan. What says 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 says my sweet Queen? my cousin will fall out with you.

Helen. You must not know where he sups.
Par. I'll lay my life, with my difpofer Cressida.

Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide; come, your disposer is fick.

Par. Well, I'll make excuse.

Pan. Ay, good my Lord; why should you say, Cressida? no, your poor disposer's fick.

Par. I spy

Pan. You spy, what do you spy? come, give me 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.

Helen. Falling in after falling out, may make them three.

Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this. I'll sing you a song now.

Helen. Ay, ay, pr’ythee now; by my troth, sweet Lord, thou hast a fine fore-head.

Pan. Ay, you may, you may

Kelen. Let thy song be love: this love will un. do us all. Oh, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid !

Pan. Love !...ay, that it thall, i'faith,
Par. Ay, food now, love, love, nothing but love
Pan. In good troth, it bugins fo.

Love, lov?, nothing but love, still more:
For (), leve's bow
Shoots buck and doe:
The shaft confound's
Not that it wounds,
But tickles still the fore.
These lovers ery, oh! oh! they die :-
Yet that which seems the wound to kill,
Doth turn, oh! oh! to ha, ha, he:
So dying love lives itil.
O ho, a while ; but ha, ha, ha;

O ho, groans out for ha, ha, la---hey ho!
Helen. In love, i faith, to the very tip of the pose!

Par: He eats nothing but doves, love, and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thonghts, and hot thoughts beget bot deeds, and hot deeds are bove.

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, Heleni Sg. Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy. I would fa a have arme ed to-day, but my Neil would not have it so. Hovi chance my brother Troilus went not?

Helen. He hangs the lip at fomething; you know all. Lord Pandarus. 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, sweet Queen.
Helen. Commend me to your niece.

Pan. I will, sweet Queen. [Exit. Sound a Retreats Par. They're come from field, let us to Priain's hall,

[you, To greet the warriors.----Sweet Helen, I must woo

To help unarın our Hector: his stubborn buckles,
With these your white enchanting fingers touch'd,
Shall more obey, than to the edge of iteel,
Or force of Greekish finews: you ihall do more
Than all the island Kings, disarm great

Helen. 'Twill make us proud to be his servant,
Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty [Paris :
Gives us more palm in beauty than we have,
Yea, over-thines 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 master? at my cousin
Creffida's ?

! [ther. Seru. No, Sir, he stays you to conduct him thi.

Pan. O, here he comes; how now, how now?
Troi. Sirrah, walk off.
Pan. Have you feen my cousin ?

Troi. No, Pândarus: I stalk 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
Proposed for the deserver ! O gentle Pandarus,
From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings,
And Ay with me to Cressid.
Pan. Walk here i'th'orchard, I will bring her

[Exit Pandarus, Tigi. I'm giddy; expectation whirls me round. Th' imaginary relih is fo sweet, That it enchants my fense; what will it be, When that the watry palate tates, indeed, Love's thrice-reputed nectar? dearh, I fear me; Swooning deitruction, or some joy too fine, Too subtle-potent, and too sharp in sweetness, For the capacity of my rude powers; I fear it much, and I do fear befides, That I Thall lose distinction in my joys; As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps The flying enemy.

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 the were fraid with a sprite: I'll bring her. It is the prettiest villain, the fetches her breath as short as a new-ta'en ipar

[Exit Pandarus. Troi. Evin such a passion doth embrace my bolo.n: My heart beats thicker than a fev'rous pulle; And all my powers do their bestowing lose, Like vafalage at unawares encountering The eye of Majesty.

Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA. Pan. Come, come; what need you blush? Shame's a baby. Here she is now: swear the oaths now to her, that


have sworn to me. What, are you gone again? you must be watched ere you be made tame, must you ? come your ways, come your Wys; if you draw backward, we'll put you i'th files :

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