1568Pan. You spie, what doe you spie: come, giue me an

1569Instrument now sweete Queene.

1570Hel. Why this is kindely done?

1571Pan. My Neece is horrible in loue with a thing you

1572haue sweete Queene.

1573Hel. She shall haue it my Lord, if it be not my Lord

1574Paris.

1575Pand. Hee? no, sheele none of him, they two are

1576twaine.

1577Hel. Falling in after falling out, may make them three.

1578Pan. Come, come, Ile heare no more of this, Ile sing

1579you a song now.

1580Hel. I, I, prethee now: by my troth sweet Lord thou

1581hast a fine fore-head.

1582Pan. I you may, you may.

1583Hel. Let thy song be loue: this loue will vndoe vs al.

1584Oh Cupid, Cupid, Cupid.

1585Pan. Loue? I that it shall yfaith.

1586Par. I, good now loue, loue, no thing but loue.

1587Pan. In good troth it begins so.

1588 Loue, loue, no thing but loue, still more:

1589For O loues Bow,

1590Shootes Bucke and Doe:

1591The Shaft confounds not that it wounds,

1592But tickles still the sore:

1593These Louers cry, oh ho they dye;

1594Yet that which seemes the wound to kill,

1595Doth turne oh ho, to ha ha he:

1596So dying loue liues still,

1597O ho a while, but ha ha ha,

1598O ho grones out for ha ha ha----hey ho.

1599Hel. In loue yfaith to the very tip of the nose.

1600Par. He eates nothing but doues loue, and that breeds

1601hot bloud, and hot bloud begets hot thoughts, and hot

1602thoughts beget hot deedes, and hot deedes is loue.

1603Pan. Is this the generation of loue? Hot bloud, hot

1604thoughts, and hot deedes, why they are Vipers, is Loue a

1605generation of Vipers?

1606Sweete Lord whose a field to day?

1607Par. Hector, Deiphoebus, Helenus, Anthenor, and all the

1608gallantry of Troy. I would faine haue arm'd to day, but

1609my Nell would not haue it so.

1610How chance my brother Troylus went not?

1611Hel. He hangs the lippe at something; you know all

1612Lord Pandarus?

1613Pan. Not I hony sweete Queene: I long to heare how

1614they sped to day:

1615Youle remember your brothers excuse?

1616Par. To a hayre.

1617Pan. Farewell sweete Queene.

1618Hel. Commend me to your Neece.

1619Pan. I will sweete Queene. Sound a retreat.

1620Par. They're come from fielde: let vs to Priams Hall

1621To greete the Warriers. Sweet Hellen, I must woe you,

1622To helpe vnarme our Hector: his stubborne Buckles,

1623With these your white enchanting fingers toucht,

1624Shall more obey then to the edge of Steele,

1625Or force of Greekish sinewes: you shall doe more

1626Then all the Iland Kings, disarme great Hector.

1627Hel. 'Twill make vs proud to be his seruant Paris:

1628Yea what he shall receiue of vs in duetie,

1629Giues vs more palme in beautie then we haue:

1630Yea ouershines our selfe.

1631Sweete aboue thought I loue thee. Exeunt.

1633Pan. How now, where's thy Maister, at my Couzen

1634Cressidas?

1635Man. No sir, he stayes for you to conduct him thither.

1637Pan. O here he comes: How now, how now?

1638Troy. Sirra walke off.

1639Pan. Haue you seene my Cousin?

1640Troy. No Pandarus: I stalke about her doore

1641Like a strange soule vpon the Stigian bankes

1642Staying for waftage. O be thou my Charon,

1643And giue me swift transportance to those fields,

1644Where I may wallow in the Lilly beds

1645Propos'd for the deseruer. O gentle Pandarus,

1646From Cupids shoulder plucke his painted wings,

1647And flye with me to Cressid.

1648Pan. Walke here ith'Orchard, Ile bring her straight.

1650Troy. I am giddy; expectation whirles me round,

1651Th'imaginary relish is so sweete,

1652That it inchants my sence: what will it be

1653When that the watry pallats taste indeede

1654Loues thrice reputed Nectar? Death I feare me

1655Sounding distruction, or some ioy too fine,

1656Too subtile, potent, and too sharpe in sweetnesse,

1657For the capacitie of my ruder powers;

1658I feare it much, and I doe feare besides,

1659That I shall loose distinction in my ioyes,

1660As doth a battaile, when they charge on heapes

1661The enemy flying. Enter Pandarus.

1662Pan. Shee's making her ready, sheele come straight; you

1663must be witty now, she does so blush, & fetches her winde

1664so short, as if she were fraid with a sprite: Ile fetch her; it

1665is the prettiest villaine, she fetches her breath so short as a

1666new tane Sparrow. Exit Pand.

1667Troy. Euen such a passion doth imbrace my bosome:

1668My heart beates thicker then a feauorous pulse,

1669And all my powers doe their bestowing loose,

1670Like vassalage at vnawares encountring

1671The eye of Maiestie.

1673Pan. Come, come, what neede you blush?

1674Shames a babie; here she is now, sweare the oathes now

1675to her, that you haue sworne to me. What are you gone a-

1676gaine, you must be watcht ere you be made tame, must

1677you? come your wayes, come your wayes, and you draw

1678backward weele put you i'th fils: why doe you not speak

1679to her? Come draw this curtaine, & let's see your picture.

1680Alasse the day, how loath you are to offend day light? and

1681'twere darke you'ld close sooner: So, so, rub on, and kisse

1682the mistresse; how now, a kisse in fee-farme? build there

1683Carpenter, the ayre is sweete. Nay, you shall fight your

1684hearts out ere I part you. The Faulcon, as the Tercell, for

1685all the Ducks ith Riuer: go too, go too.

1686Troy. You haue bereft me of all words Lady.

1687Pan. Words pay no debts; giue her deedes: but sheele

1688bereaue you 'oth' deeds too, if shee call your actiuity in

1689question: what billing againe? here's in witnesse where-

1690of the Parties interchangeably. Come in, come in, Ile go

1691get a fire?

1692Cres. Will you walke in my Lord?

1693Troy. O Cressida, how often haue I wisht me thus?

1694Cres. Wisht my Lord? the gods grant? O my Lord.

1695Troy. What should they grant? what makes this pret-

1696ty abruption: what too curious dreg espies my sweete La-

1697dy in the fountaine of our loue?