Act 3 — Scene I. Troy. A room in Priam's palace.

Pan. Friend, you, pray you, a word: do you not follow[1527] the young Lord Paris? Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me.[1528] Pan. You depend upon him, I mean?[1529] Serv. Sir, I do depend upon the Lord. 5 Pan. You depend upon a noble gentleman; I must[1530] needs praise him. Serv. The Lord be praised! Pan. You know me, do you not? Serv. Faith, sir, superficially. 10 Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the Lord Pandarus. Serv. I hope I shall know your honour better. Pan. I do desire it. Serv. You are in the state of grace.[1531] Pan. Grace! not so, friend; honour and lordship are 15 my titles. [Music within.] What music is this?[1532] Serv. I do but partly know, sir: it is music in parts.[1533] Pan. Know you the musicians? Serv. Wholly, sir. Pan. Who play they to? 20 Serv. To the hearers, sir. Pan. At whose pleasure, friend? Serv. At mine, sir, and theirs that love music. Pan. Command, I mean, friend.[1534] Serv. Who shall I command, sir? 25 Pan. Friend, we understand not one another: I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning. At whose request[1535] do these men play? Serv. That's to't, indeed, sir: marry, sir, at the request of Paris my lord, who is there in person; with him, the[1536] 30 mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's invisible[1537] soul.[1538] Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida? Serv. No, sir, Helen: could not you find out that by[1539] her attributes? 35 Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not seen[1540] the Lady Cressida. I come to speak with Paris from the[1541] Prince Troilus: I will make a complimental assault upon him, for my business seethes. Serv. Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase indeed![1542] 40

Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair company! fair desires, in all fair measure, fairly guide them! especially to you, fair queen! fair thoughts be your fair pillow! Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words.[1544] 45 Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen. Fair prince, here is good broken music. Par. You have broke it, cousin: and, by my life, you[1545] shall make it whole again; you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance. Nell, he is full of harmony.[1546] 50 Pan. Truly, lady, no. Helen. O, sir,— Pan. Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude. Par. Well said, my lord! well, you say so in fits.[1547] Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen. My 55 lord, will you vouchsafe me a word? Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll hear[1548] you sing, certainly. Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with me. But, marry, thus, my lord: my dear lord, and most esteemed 60 friend, your brother Troilus— Helen. My Lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,— Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to:—commends himself[1549] most affectionately to you—[1549] Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody: if you[1550] 65 do, our melancholy upon your head![1550] Pan. Sweet queen, sweet queen; that's a sweet queen, i' faith.[1551] Helen. And to make a sweet lady sad is a sour offence.[1552] Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that shall it[1553] 70 not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such words; no, no.[1553] And, my lord, he desires you, that if the king call for him[1553] at supper, you will make his excuse.[1553][1554] Helen. My Lord Pandarus,— Pan. What says my sweet queen, my very very sweet[1555] 75 queen? Par. What exploit's in hand? where sups he to-night?[1556] Helen. Nay, but, my lord,— Pan. What says my sweet queen? My cousin will[1557][1558] fall out with you. You must not know where he sups.[1557][1558][1559] 80 Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida.[1557][1560][1561] Pan. No, no, no such matter; you are wide: come, your disposer is sick.[1561] Par. Well, I'll make excuse.[1562] Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say Cressida? 85 no, your poor disposer's sick.[1561][1563] Par. I spy.[1564] Pan. You spy! what do you spy? Come, give me an instrument. Now, sweet queen.[1565] Helen. Why, this is kindly done.[1566] 90 Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing you[1567] 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.[1568] 95 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, prithee now. By my troth, sweet lord,[1569] thou hast a fine forehead. 100 Pan. Ay, you may, you may.[1570] 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. 105 Pan. In good troth, it begins so. [Sings.[1571] Love, love, nothing but love, still more![1572] For, O, love's bow[1573] Shoots buck and doe:[1573][1574] The shaft confounds,[1575][1576] 110 Not that it wounds,[1575] But tickles still the sore. These lovers cry Oh! oh! they die:[1577] Yet that which seems the wound to kill,[1578] Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he![1577][1579] 115 So dying love lives still: Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha![1577] Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha![1577] Heigh-ho![1580] Helen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nose. 120 Par. He eats nothing but doves, love, and that breeds[1581] hot blood and hot blood begets hot thoughts and hot thoughts beget hot deeds and hot deeds is love.[1582] Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, hot[1583] thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers: is love a[1583][1584] 125 generation of vipers? Sweet lord, who's afield to-day?[1583][1585] Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed to-day, but[1586] my Nell would not have it so. How chance my brother Troilus went not? 130 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. 135 Pan. Farewell, sweet queen. Helen. Commend me to your niece. Pan. I will, sweet queen. [Exit.

Par. They're come from field: let us to Priam's hall,[1588] To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you 140 To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles, With these your white enchanting fingers touch'd,[1589] 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. 145 Helen. 'Twill make us proud to be his servant, Paris;[1590] Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty Gives us more palm in beauty than we have, Yea, overshines ourself. Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. [Exeunt.[1591] 150