16181523Hell. Commend me to your neece.

16191524Pand. I will sweet Queene. Sound a retreat?

16201525Par: Their come from the field: let vs to Priames Hall

16211526To greete the warriers. Sweet Hellen I must woe you,

16221527To helpe vn-arme our Hector: his stubborne bucles

16231528With this your white enchaunting fingers toucht;

16241529Shall more obey then to the edge of steele,

16251530Or force of Greekish sinewes: you shall do more

16261531Then all the Iland Kinges, disarme great Hector.

16271532Hell: Twil make vs proud to be his seruant Paris}?

16281533Yea what he shall receiue of vs in duty,

16291534Giues vs more palme in beauty then we haue.

16301535Yea ouershines our selfe.

16311536Par: Sweet aboue thought I loue her? Exeunt.

16331538Pand: How now wher's thy maister, at my Cousin Cressidas?

16351539Man: No sir stayes for you to conduct him thether.

16371540Pand: O heere he comes? how now, how now?

16381541Troy: Sirra walke off.

16391542Pand: Haue you seene my Cousine?

16401543Troy: No Pandarus, I stalke about her dore

16411544Like to a strange soule vpon the Stigian bankes

16421545Staying for waftage. O be thou my Charon.

16431546And giue me swift transportance to these fieldes,

16441547VVhere I may wallow in the lilly beds

16451548Propos'd for the deseruer. O gentle Pandar,

16461549From Cupids shoulder plucke his painted wings,

16471550And flye with me to Cressid.

16481551Pand: VValke heere ith'Orchard, Ile bring her straight.

16501552Troy: I am giddy; expectation whirles me round,

16511553Th'ymaginary relish is so sweete,

16521554That it inchaunts my sence: what will it be

16531555When that the watry pallats taste indeed

16541556Loues thrice repured Nectar? Death I feare me

16551557Sounding distruction, or some ioy to fyne,

16561558To subtill, potent, tun'd to sharp in sweetnesse

16571559For the capacity of my ruder powers;

16581560I feare it much, and I doe feare besides