Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen: - My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word? Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll hear you sing, certainly. Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with me. But (marry) thus my lord,-My dear lord, and most esteemed friend, your brother Troilus Helen. My lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord, — Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to:-commends himself most affectionately to you. Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody; If you do, our melancholy upon your head! Pan. Sweet queen, sweet queen; that's a sweet queen, i'faith. Helen. And to make a sweet lady sad, is a sour offence. Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that shall it not in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such words: no, no. And, my lord, he desires you, that, if the king call for him at supper, you will make his excuse. Helen. My lord Pandarus, Pan. What says my sweet queen, sweet queen? my very very Par. What exploit's in hand? where sups he to-night? Helen. Nay, but my lord, Pan. What says my sweet queen?-My cousin will fall out with You must not know where he sups. you. Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida. Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide3; come, your disposer is sick. Par. Well, I'll make excuse. Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say Cressida? no, your poor disposer's sick. Par. I spy. 3 you are wide;] i. e. wide of your mark; a common exclamation when an archer missed his aim. Pan. You spy! what do you spy?-Come, give me an instrument. Now, sweet queen. Helen. Why, this is kindly done. Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have, sweet queen. Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my lord Paris. Pan. He! no, she'll none of him; they two are twain. Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make them three. Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; I'll sing you a song now. Helen. Ay, ay, pr'ythee now. By my troth, sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead. Pan. Ay, you may, you may. Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will undo us all. O, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid! Pan. Love! ay, that it shall, i'faith. Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love. Love, love, nothing but love, still more! For, oh, love's bow Shoots buck and doe: The shaft confounds, These lover's cry-Oh! oh! they die! Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha! Hey ho! Helen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nose. Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love. Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, hot thoughts, and hot deeds? - Why, they are vipers: Is love a generation of vipers? Sweet lord, who's a-field, to-day? Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed to-night, † but Nell would not have it so. my How chance my brother Troilus went not? Helen. He hangs the lip at something; - you know all, lord Pandarus. - Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen. I long to hear how they sped to-day. You'll remember your brother's excuse? Par. To a hair. Pan. Farewell, sweet queen. Helen. Commend me to your niece. Pan. I will, sweet queen. [Exit. [A Retreat sounded. Par. They are come from field: let us to Priam's hall, To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles, With these your white enchanting fingers touch'd, Shall more obey, than to the edge of steel, Or force of Greekish sinews; you shall do more Than all the island kings, disarm great Hector. Helen. "Twill make us proud to be his servant, Paris: Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty, Give us more palm in beauty than we have; Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. + "To-day," — STEEVENS, edit. 1793, 15 vol. [Exeunt. Enter PANDARUS and a Servant, meeting. Pan. How now? where's thy master? at my cousin Cressida's? Serv. No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him thither. Tro. No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door, Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus, Pan. Walk here i'the orchard, I'll bring her straight. [Exit PANDArus. Tro. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense; What will it be, I fear it much; and I do fear besides, That I shall lose distinction in my joys; As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps Re-enter PANdarus. Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight: you must be witty now. She does so blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if she were frayed with a sprite: I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain: - she fetches her breath as short as a new-ta'en sparrow. [Exit PANDARUS. Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom: My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse; And all my powers do their bestowing lose, Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA. Pan. Come, come, what need you blush? shame's a baby.- Here she is now: swear the oaths now to her, that you have sworn to me. What, are you gone again? you must be watched ere you be made tame, must you? Come your ways, come your ways; an you draw backward, we'll put you i'the fills 4.- Why do you not speak to her?- Come, draw this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas the day, how loath you are to offend daylight! an 'twere dark, you'd close sooner. So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistress 5. How now, a kiss in fee-farm! build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out, ere I part you. The falcon as the tercel, for all the ducks i'the' river: go to, go to. 'the fills.] That is, in the shafts. Fill is a provincial word used in some counties for thills, the shafts of a cart or waggon. 5 So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistress.] The allusion is to bowling. What we now call the jack, seems, in Shakspeare's time, to have been termed the mistress. A bowl that kisses the jack, or mistress, is in the most advantageous situation. Rub on is a term at the same game. 6 The falcon as the tercel-] Pandarus means, that he'll match his niece against her lover for any bett. The tercel is the male hawk; by the falcon we generally understand the female. |