Internet Shakespeare Editions

Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: W. L. Godshalk
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Troilus and Cressida (Quarto 1, 1609)


The history
marry thus my Lord my deere Lord, and most esteemed
1540friend your brother Troylus.
Hel. My Lord Pandarus hony sweet Lord,
Pan. Go too sweet Queene, go to?
Comends himselfe most affectionatly to you.
Hel. You shall not bob vs out of our melody,
1545If you do our melancholy vpon your head.
Pan. Sweet Queene, sweet Queene, thats a sweet Queene
I faith----------
Hel. And to make a sweet Lady sad is a sower offence.
Pan. Nay that shall not serue your turne, that shall it not
1550in truth la? Nay I care not for such words, no, no. And my
Lord hee desires you that if the King call for him at super.
You will make his excuse.
Hel. My Lord Pandarus.
Pan. What saies my sweete Queenem,y very very sweet
1555Queene?
Par. What exploit's in hand, where suppes he tonight?
Hel. Nay but my Lord?
Pan What saies my sweet Queene? my cozen will fall out
with you.
1560Hel. You must not know where he sups.
Par. Ile lay my life with my disposer Cresseida.
Pan. No, no? no such matter you are wide, come your
disposer is sicke.
Par. Well ile makes excuse?
1565Pan. I good my Lord, why should you say Cresseida, no,
your disposers sick.
Par. I spie?
Pan. You spy? what doe you spie? come, giue mee an in-
strument, now sweete Queene:
1570Hel. Why this is kindely done?
Pan. My Neece is horribly in loue with a thing you haue
sweete Queene.
Hel. Shee shall haue it my Lord, if it bee not my Lord
Paris.
1575Pand. Hee? no? sheele none of him, they two are
tawine.
Hel. Falling in after falling out may make them three.
Pand.