Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have, fweet 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 fing you a fong now. Helen. Ay, ay, pr'ythee now. By my troth, fweet lord, thou haft a fine forehead. Pan. Ay, you may, you may. Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will undo us all. O, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid! Pan. Love! ay, that it shall, i'faith. Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love. Hey ho! Love, love, nothing but love, still more! For, oh, love's bow Shoots buck and doe: But tickles fill the fore. Thefe lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die! Yet that which feems the wound to kill, So dying love lives ftill: Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ba! Helen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nofe. Par. 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, but my Nell 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-fweet queen.-I long to hear how they fped to-day.-You'll remember your brother's excufe? Par. To a hair. Pan. Farewell, fweet queen. Helen. Commend me to your niece. Pan. I will, fweet queen. [Exit. [A Retreat founded. Par. They are come from field: let us to Priam's hall, Or force of Greekifh finews; you shall do more Helen. 'Twill make us proud to be his fervant, Paris: Yea, what he (hall receive of us in duty Gives us more palm in beauty than we have ; Yea, overthines ourself. Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. E 2 [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE II. · The fame. Pandarus' Orchard. Enter PANDARUS and a Servant, meeting. Pan. How now? where's thy master? at my cousin Creffida's? Serv. 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 cousin ? [Exit Servant. Tro. No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door, Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus, Pan. Walk here i'the orchard, I'll bring her straight. [Exit PANDARUS. Tro. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my fenfe; What will it be, |