1439He is not emulous, as Achilles is.

1440Vlis. 'Know the whole world, he is as valiant.

1441Aia. A horson dog, that shal palter thus with vs, would

1442he were a Troian.

1443Nest. What a vice were it in Aiax now---

1444Ulis. If he were proud.

1445Dio. Or couetous of praise.

1446Vlis. I, or surley borne.

1447Dio. Or strange, or selfe affected.

1448Vl. Thank the heauens L. thou art of sweet composure;

1449Praise him that got thee, she that gaue thee sucke:

1450Fame be thy Tutor, and thy parts of nature

1451Thrice fam'd beyond, beyond all erudition;

1452But he that disciplin'd thy armes to fight,

1453Let Mars deuide Eternity in twaine,

1454And giue him halfe, and for thy vigour,

1455Bull-bearing Milo: his addition yeelde

1456To sinnowie Aiax: I will not praise thy wisdome,

1457Which like a bourne, a pale, a shore confines

1458Thy spacious and dilated parts; here's Nestor

1459Instructed by the Antiquary times:

1460He must, he is, he cannot but be wise.

1461But pardon Father Nestor, were your dayes

1462As greene as Aiax, and your braine so temper'd,

1463You should not haue the eminence of him,

1464But be as Aiax.

1465Aia. Shall I call you Father?

1466Ulis. I my good Sonne.

1467Dio. Be rul'd by him Lord Aiax.

1468Vlis. There is no tarrying here, the Hart Achilles

1469Keepes thicket: please it our Generall,

1470To call together all his state of warre,

1471Fresh Kings are come to Troy; to morrow

1472We must with all our maine of power stand fast:

1473And here's a Lord, come Knights from East to West,

1474And cull their flowre, Aiax shall cope the best.

1475Ag. Goe we to Counsaile, let Achilles sleepe;

1476Light Botes may saile swift, though greater bulkes draw

1479Pan. Friend, you, pray you a word: Doe not you fol-

1480low the yong Lord Paris?

1481Ser. I sir, when he goes before me.

1482Pan. You depend vpon him I meane?

1483Ser. Sir, I doe depend vpon the Lord.

1484Pan. You depend vpon a noble Gentleman: I must

1485needes praise him.

1486Ser. The Lord be praised.

1487Pa. You know me, doe you not?

1488Ser. Faith sir, superficially.

1489Pa. Friend know me better, I am the Lord Pandarus.

1490Ser. I hope I shall know your honour better.

1491Pa. I doe desire it.

1492Ser. You are in the state of Grace?

1493Pa. Grace, not so friend, honor and Lordship are my

1494title: What Musique is this?

1495Ser. I doe but partly know sir: it is Musicke in parts.

1496Pa. Know you the Musitians.

1497Ser. Wholly sir.

1498Pa. Who play they to?

1499Ser. To the hearers sir.

1500Pa. At whose pleasur friend?

1501Ser. At mine sir, and theirs that loue Musicke.

1502Pa. Command, I meane friend.

1503Ser. Who shall I command sir?

1504Pa. Friend, we vnderstand not one another: I am too

1505courtly, and thou art too cunning. At whose request doe

1506these men play?

1507Ser. That's too't indeede sir: marry sir, at the request

1508of Paris my L. who's there in person; with him the mor-

1509tall Venus, the heart bloud of beauty, loues inuisible

1510soule.

1511Pa. Who? my Cosin Cressida.

1512Ser. No sir, Helen, could you not finde out that by

1513her attributes?

1514Pa. It should seeme fellow, that thou hast not seen the

1515Lady Cressida. I come to speake with Paris from the

1516Prince Troylus: I will make a complementall assault vpon

1517him, for my businesse seethes.

1518Ser. Sodden businesse, there's a stewed phrase indeede.

1520Pan. Faire be to you my Lord, and to all this faire com-

1521pany: faire desires in all faire measure fairely guide them,

1522especially to you faire Queene, faire thoughts be your

1523faire pillow.

1524Hel. Deere L. you are full of faire words.

1525Pan. You speake your faire pleasure sweete Queene:

1526faire Prince, here is good broken Musicke.

1527Par. You haue broke it cozen: and by my life you

1528shall make it whole againe, you shall peece it out with a

1529peece of your performance. Nel, he is full of harmony.

1530Pan. Truely Lady no.

1531Hel. O sir.

1532Pan. Rude in sooth, in good sooth very rude.

1533Paris. Well said my Lord: well, you say so in fits.

1534Pan. I haue businesse to my Lord, deere Queene: my

1535Lord will you vouchsafe me a word.

1536Hel. Nay, this shall not hedge vs out, weele heare you

1537sing certainely.

1538Pan. Well sweete Queene you are pleasant with me,

1539but, marry thus my Lord, my deere Lord, and most estee-

1540med friend your brother Troylus.

1541Hel. My Lord Pandarus, hony sweete Lord.

1542Pan. Go too sweete Queene, goe to.

1543Commends himselfe most affectionately to you.

1544Hel. You shall not bob vs out of our melody:

1545If you doe, our melancholly vpon your head.

1546Pan. Sweete Queene, sweete Queene, that's a sweete

1547Queene I faith---

1548Hel. And to make a sweet Lady sad, is a sower offence.

1549Pan. Nay, that shall not serue your turne, that shall it

1550not in truth la. Nay, I care not for such words, no, no.

1551And my Lord he desires you, that if the King call for him

1552at Supper, you will make his excuse.

1553Hel. My Lord Pandarus?

1554Pan. What saies my sweete Queene, my very, very

1555sweete Queene?

1556Par. What exploit's in hand, where sups he to night?

1557Hel. Nay but my Lord?

1558Pan. What saies my sweete Queene? my cozen will

1559fall out with you.

1560Hel. You must not know where he sups.

1561Par. With my disposer Cressida.

1562Pan. No, no; no such matter, you are wide, come your

1563disposer is sicke.

1564Par. Well, Ile make excuse.

1565Pan. I good my Lord: why should you say Cressida?

1566no, your poore disposer's sicke.

1567Par. I spie.