14791393Pan. Friend you, pray you a word, doe you not follow the

14801394yong Lord Paris. Man. I sir when he goes before mee.

14821395Pan. You depend vpon him I meane.

14831396Man. Sir I do depend vpon the Lord.

14841397Pan. You depend vpon a notable gentleman I must needs

14851398praise him.

14861399Man. The Lord be praized?

14871400Pan. You know me? doe you not?

14881401Man. Faith sir superficially.

14891402Pan. Friend know mee better, I am the Lord Pandarus.

14901403Man. I hope I shall know your honour better?

14911404Pan. I do desire it.

14921405Man. You are in the state of grace?

14931406Pan. Grace? not so friend, honour and Lordship are my ti-

14941407tles, what musicke is this?

14951408Man. I do but partly know sir, it is musick in partes.

14961409Pan. Know you the musicians?

14971410Man. Wholy sir. Pan. Who play they to?

14991411Man. To the hearers sir.

15001412Pan. At whose pleasure friend?

15011413Man. At mine sir, and theirs that loue musicke.

15021414Pan. Command I meane:

15031415Man. Who shall I command sir?

15041416Pan. Friend we vnderstand not one another, I am to court-

15051417ly and thou to cunning, at whose request do these men play?

15071418Man. Thats to't indeed sir? marry sir, at the request of Pa-

15081419ris my Lord, who is there in person, with him the mortall

15091420Venus, the heart bloud of beauty, loues inuisible soule:

15111421Pan. Who my cozen Cressida.

15121422Man. No sir, Hellen, could not you finde out that by her at-

15131423tributes.

15141424Pan. It should seeme fellow thou hast not seene the Lady

15151425Cressid I come to speake with Paris, from the Prince Troy-

15161426lus. I will make a complementall assault vpon him for my

15171427businesse seeth's.

15181428Man. Sodden businesse, theirs a stew'd phrase indeed.

15201430Pan. Faire be to you my Lord, and to al this faire company,

15211431faire desires in all faire measure fairlie guide them, especially

15221432to you faire Queene faire thoughts be your faire pillow.

15241433Hel Dere Lord you are full of faire words:

15251434Pan. You speake your faire pleasure sweet Queene,

15261435Faire Prince here is good broken musicke.

15271436Par. You haue broke it cozen: and by my life you shall

15281437make it whole againe, you shall peece it out with a peece of

15291438your performance. Nel. he is full of harmony:

15301439Pan: Truely Lady no: Hel: O sir:

15321440Pan: Rude in sooth, in good sooth very rude.

15331441Paris: Well said my Lord, well, you say so in fits:

15341442Pan. I haue businesse to my Lord deere Queene? my Lord

15351443will you vouchsafe me a word.

15361444Hel. Nay this shall not hedge vs out, weele here you sing

15371445certainely:

15381446Pan: Well sweete Queene you are pleasant with mee, but,

15391447marry thus my Lord my deere Lord, and most esteemed

15401448friend your brother Troylus.

15411449Hel. My Lord Pandarus hony sweet Lord,

15421450Pan. Go too sweet Queene, go to?

15431451Comends himselfe most affectionatly to you.

15441452Hel. You shall not bob vs out of our melody,

15451453If you do our melancholy vpon your head.

15461454Pan. Sweet Queene, sweet Queene, thats a sweet Queene

15471455I faith----------

15481456Hel. And to make a sweet Lady sad is a sower offence.

15491457Pan. Nay that shall not serue your turne, that shall it not

15501458in truth la? Nay I care not for such words, no, no. And my

15511459Lord hee desires you that if the King call for him at super.

15521460You will make his excuse.

15531461Hel. My Lord Pandarus.

15541462Pan. What saies my sweete Queenem,y very very sweet

15551463Queene?

15561464Par. What exploit's in hand, where suppes he tonight?

15571465Hel. Nay but my Lord?

15581466Pan What saies my sweet Queene? my cozen will fall out

15591467with you.

15601468Hel. You must not know where he sups.

15611469Par. Ile lay my life with my disposer Cresseida.

15621470Pan. No, no? no such matter you are wide, come your

15631471disposer is sicke.

15641472Par. Well ile makes excuse?

15651473Pan. I good my Lord, why should you say Cresseida, no,

15661474your disposers sick. Par. I spie?

15681475Pan. You spy? what doe you spie? come, giue mee an in-

15691476strument, now sweete Queene:

15701477Hel. Why this is kindely done?

15711478Pan. My Neece is horribly in loue with a thing you haue

15721479sweete Queene.

15731480Hel. Shee shall haue it my Lord, if it bee not my Lord

15741481Paris.

15751482Pand. Hee? no? sheele none of him, they two are

15761483tawine.

15771484Hel. Falling in after falling out may make them three.

15781485Pand. Come, come, Ile heare no more of this, Ile sing you a

15791486song now.

15801487Hell: I, I, prethee, now by my troth sweet lad thou haste a

15811488fine fore-head.

15821489Pand: I you may, you may.

15831490Hell: Let thy song be loue: this loue will vndoe vs all. Oh

15841491Cupid, Cupid, Cupid.

15851492Pand: Loue? I that it shall yfaith.

15861493Par: I good now loue, loue, nothing but loue.

15991504Hell: In loue I faith to the very tip of the nose.

16001505Par. He eates nothing but doues loue, and that breeds hot

16011506blood, and hot bloud begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts

16021507beget hot deedes, and hot deeds is loue.

16031508Pand. Is this the generation of loue: hot bloud hot

16041509thoughts and hot deedes, why they are vipers, is loue a ge-

16051510neration of vipers:

16061511Sweete Lord whose a field to day?

16071512Par: Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Anthenor, and all the gal-

16081513lantry of Troy.. I would faine haue arm'd to day, but my Nell

16091514would not haue it so.

16101515How chance my brother Troylus went not?

16111516Hell: He hangs the lippe at something, you know al Lord

16121517Pandarus.

16131518Pand: Not I hony sweete Queene, I long to heare how

16141519they sped to day:

16151520Youle remember your brothers excuse?

16161521Par: To a hayre.

16171522Pand: Farewell sweete Queene.

F Hell. Com-

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.