Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; I'll fing you a fong now.

Hel. Ay, ay, pr'ythee now. By my troth, fweet lord, thou haft a fine forehead.

Pan. Ay, you may, you may.

Hel. 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.
Pan. In good troth, it begins fo.

SONG.

Love, love, nothing but love, ftill more!

For, O, love's bow
Shoots buck and doe:
The shaft confounds
Not that it wounds,
But tickles fill the fore.

II.

These lovers cry—Oh, oh, they die!
Yet that which seems the wound to kill,
Doth turn oh oh to ha ha he;

So dying love lives ftill:

Ob ob a while, but ha ha ha;
Ob ob groans out for ha ha ha;

Hey bo!

Hel. 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, hos 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, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have arm'd to-day,

What mufic might make of this fong we will not pretend to determine, but in its present appearance there is more jingle than meaning. We must however recollect the whimsical character of the finger.

but

but my Nell would not have it fo. How chance mv brother Troilus went not?

Hel. He hangs the lip at fomething;-you know all, my lord Pandaras.

Pan. Not I, honey-fweet queen.-I long to hear how they fped to-day.-You'll remember your brother's ex cufe?

Par. To a hair.

Pan. Farewel, fweet queen.

Hel. Commend me to your niece.

Pan. I will, fweet queen.

[Exit. Retreat founded. Par. They're come from field: let us to Priam's hall,

To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I muft woo you
To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles,
With thefe your white enchanting fingers touch'd,
Shall more obey, than to the edge of steel,

Or force of Greekish finews; you fhall do more
Than all the island kings, difarm great Hector.

Hel. Twill make us proud to be his fervant, Paris. e Yea, what he shall 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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. The fame. Pandarus's Garden

Enter a Servant and Pandarus, meeting.

Pan. How now? where's thy mafter? at my coufin Creffida's?

Ser. No, fir; he stays for you to conduct him thither.

Enter Troilus.

Pan. O, here he comes.-How now, how now ♪

Tro. Sirrah, walk off.

Pan. Have you seen my coufin ?

[Exit S.ruanti

Tro. No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door,
Like a ftrange 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 lilly beds
Propos'd for the deferver! O gentle Pandarus,

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From Cupid's Moulder pluck his painted wings,
And fly with me to Creffid!

Pan. Walk here i'th'orchard, I'll bring her ftraight.
[Exit Pandarus,
Tro. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
The imaginary relish is fo fweet,

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 deftruction; or fome joy too fine,
Too fubtle-potent, and too sharp in sweetness,
For the capacity of my ruder 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 enemy flying.

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 he were fray'd with a sprite: I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain,-she fetches her breath as short as a new-ta'en fparrow.

[Exit Pandarus, Tro. Even fuch a paffion doth embrace my bofom : My heart beats thicker than a fev'rous pulse;

And all my powers do their bestowing lose,
Like vaffalage at unawares encount'ring
The eye of majesty.

Re-enter Pandarus, with Creffida

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Pan. Come, come, what need you blufh? 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'th'files.-Why do you not speak to her?-Come, draw this curtain, and let's fee your

*The ideas in this fpeech are of a very glowing and poetical. nature; they speak powerfully to fufceptible minds.

picture.

picture. Alas the day, how loth you are to offend daylight! an 'twere dark, you'd clofe fooner. So, fo; rub on, and kifs the miftrefs. How now, a kifs in fee-farm! build there, carpenter; the air is fweet. Nay, you fhall fight your hearts out, ere I part you. The falcon as the tercel, for all the ducks i'th' river: go to, go to. Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady.

Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but fhe'll bereave you o'th' deeds too, if the 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. [Exit Pandarus.

Cre. Will you walk in, my lord ?

Tro. O Creffida, how often have I wish'd me thus ? Cre. Wish'd, my lord ?-The gods grant!-O my lord.

Tro. What should they grant? what makes this pretty abruption What too curious dreg efpies my fweet lady in the fountain of our love?

Cre. More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes. Tro. Fears make devils of cherubims; they never fee truly.

Cre. Blind fear, that feeing reafon leads, finds faferfooting than blind reafon ftumbling without fear: To fear the worst, oft cures the worst.

Tro. O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cupid's pageant there is prefented no monster.

Cre. Nor nothing monftrous neither ?

Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings; when we vow to weep feas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers; thinking it harder for our mistress to devife impofition enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty impofed. This is the monftruofity in love, lady,-that the will is infinite, and the execution confin'd; that the defire is boundless, and the act a flave to limit.

Cre. They fay, all lovers fwear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and difcharging less than the tenth part of one. They that have the voice of lions, and the act of hares, are they not monsters ?

“Tro. Are there such? fuch are not we: Praise us as we are tafted, allow us as we prove; our head shall go bare, 'till merit crown it: no perfection in rever"fion fhall have a praife in prefent: we will not name "desert, before his birth; and, being born, his addi❝tion fhall be humble. Few words to fair faith : Troi•lus fhall be fuch to Creffid, as what envy can fay "worst, shall be a mock for his truth; and what truth can speak trueft, not truer than Troilus. Cre. Will you walk in, my ford è

Re-enter Pandarus.

Pan. What, blushing ftill? have you not done talking yet?

Cre. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you.

Pan. I thank you for that; you, you'll give him me:" he flinch, chide me for❜t.

"if my lord get a boy of Be true to my lord; if

Tro. You know now your hostages; your uncle's word, and my firm faith.

Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too: our kindred, though they be long ere they are wooed, they are conftant being won: they are burs, I can tell you; they'll fick where they are thrown.

Cre. Boldness comes to me now, and brings ma heart:

Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day,

For many weary months.

Tro. Why was my Crefid then so hard to win? Cre. Hard to feem won; but I was won, my lord, With the first glance that ever-Pardon me ; If I confess much, you wiH play the tyrant. I love you now; but not, 'till now, fo much But I might mafter it: in faith, I lie ; My thoughts were like unbridl'd children, grown Too headstrong for their mother: See, we fools! Why have I blab'd? who shall be true to us, When we are fo unfecret to ourselves? But, though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man ;