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.

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.