1568Pan. You
spie, what doe you
spie: come, giue me an
1569In
strument now
sweete Queene.
1570Hel. Why this is kindely done?
1571Pan. My Neece is horrible in loue with a thing you
1573Hel. She
shall haue it my Lord, if it be not my Lord
1575Pand. Hee? no,
sheele none of him, they two are
1577Hel. Falling in after falling out, may make them three.
1578Pan. Come, come, Ile heare no more of this, Ile
sing
1580Hel. I, I, prethee now: by my troth
sweet Lord thou
1581ha
st 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: 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 no
se.
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 who
se 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
1613Pan. Not I hony
sweete Queene: I long to heare how
1615Youle remember your brothers excu
se?
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 mu
st woe you,
1622To helpe vnarme our
Hector: his
stubborne Buckles,
1623With the
se your white enchanting
fingers toucht,
1624Shall more obey then to the edge of Steele,
1625Or force of Greeki
sh sinewes: you
shall doe more
1626Then all the Iland Kings, di
sarme 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 ouer
shines our
selfe.
1631Sweete aboue thought I loue thee.
Exeunt. 1632Enter Pandarus and Troylus Man. 1633Pan. How now, where's thy Mai
ster, at my Couzen
1635Man. No
sir, he
stayes for you to condu
ct him thither.
1637Pan. O here he comes: How now, how now?
1638Troy. Sirra walke o
ff.
1639Pan. Haue you
seene my Cou
sin?
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 tran
sportance to tho
se
fields,
1644Where I may wallow in the Lilly beds
1645Propos'd for the de
seruer. 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; expe
ctation whirles me round,
1651Th'imaginary reli
sh is
so
sweete,
1652That it inchants my
sence: what will it be
1653When that the watry pallats ta
ste indeede
1654Loues thrice reputed Ne
ctar? Death I feare me
1655Sounding di
stru
ction, or
some ioy too
fine,
1656Too
subtile, potent, and too
sharpe in
sweetne
sse,
1657For the capacitie of my ruder powers;
1658I feare it much, and I doe feare be
sides,
1659That I
shall loo
se di
stin
ction 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
1663mu
st be witty now,
she does
so blu
sh, & fetches her winde
1664so
short, as if
she were fraid with a
sprite: Ile fetch her; it
1665is the prettie
st villaine,
she fetches her breath
so
short as a
1666new tane Sparrow.
Exit Pand. 1667Troy. Euen
such a pa
ssion doth imbrace my bo
some:
1668My heart beates thicker then a feauorous pul
se,
1669And all my powers doe their be
stowing loo
se,
1670Like va
ssalage at vnawares encountring
1672Enter Pandarus and Cressida. 1673Pan. Come, come, what neede you blu
sh?
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 mu
st be watcht ere you be made tame, mu
st 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 pi
cture.
1680Ala
sse the day, how loath you are to o
ffend day light? and
1681'twere darke you'ld clo
se
sooner: So,
so, rub on, and ki
sse
1682the mi
stre
sse; how now, a ki
sse 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 a
ctiuity in
1689que
stion: what billing againe? here's in witne
sse where
- 1690of the Parties interchangeably. Come in, come in, Ile go
1692Cres. Will you walke in my Lord?
1693Troy. O
Cressida, how often haue I wi
sht me thus?
1694Cres. Wi
sht my Lord? the gods grant? O my Lord.
1695Troy. What
should they grant? what makes this pret
- 1696ty abruption: what too curious dreg e
spies my
sweete La
- 1697dy in the fountaine of our loue?
Cres. More