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Troy. Priam's palace.
[Enter a Servant and PANDARUS]
PANDARUS
Friend, you, pray you a word: do not you follow the young Lord Paris?
SERVANT
Aye sir, when he goes before me.
PANDARUS
You depend upon him I mean?
SERVANT
Sir, I do depend upon the lord.
PANDARUS
You depend upon a noble gentleman: I must needs praise him.
SERVANT
The lord be praised.
PANDARUS
You know me, do you not?
SERVANT
Faith sir, superficially.
PANDARUS
Friend know me better, I am the Lord Pandarus.
SERVANT
I hope I shall know your honor better.
PANDARUS
I do desire it.
SERVANT
You are in the state of grace?
PANDARUS
Grace, not so friend, honor and lordship are my titles: What music is this?
[Music within]
SERVANT
I do but partly know sir: it is music in parts.
PANDARUS
Know you the musicians.
SERVANT
Wholly sir.
PANDARUS
Who play they to?
SERVANT
To the hearers sir.
PANDARUS
At whose pleasure friend?
SERVANT
At mine sir, and theirs that love music.
PANDARUS
Command, I mean friend.
SERVANT
Who shall I command sir?
PANDARUS
Friend, we understand not one another: I am too courtly, and thou art too
cunning. At whose request do these men play?
SERVANT
That's to it indeed sir: marry sir, at the request of Paris my lord, who's
there in person; with him the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty,
love's invisible soul.
PANDARUS
Who? My cousin Cressida?
SERVANT
No sir, Helen, could you not find out that by her attributes?
PANDARUS
It should seem fellow, that thou hast not seen the Lady Cressida. I come to
speak with Paris from the Prince Troilus: I will make a complimental assault
upon him, for my business seethes.
SERVANT
Sodden business, there's a stewed phrase indeed.
[Enter PARIS and HELEN, attended]
PANDARUS
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.
PANDARUS
You speak your fair pleasure sweet queen: fair prince, here is good broken
music.
PARIS
You have broke it cousin: and by my life you shall make it whole again, you
shall piece it out with a piece of your performance. Nell, he is full of
harmony.
PANDARUS
Truly lady no.
HELEN
O sir.
PANDARUS
Rude in sooth, in good sooth very rude.
PARIS
Well said my lord: well, you say so in fits.
PANDARUS
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.
PANDARUS
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.
PANDARUS
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.
PANDARUS
Sweet queen, sweet queen, that's a sweet queen in faith--
HELEN
And to make a sweet lady sad, is a sour offense.
PANDARUS
Nay, that shall not serve your turn, that shall 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?
PANDARUS
What says my sweet queen, my very, very sweet queen?
PARIS
What exploit's in hand, where sups he tonight?
HELEN
Nay but my lord?
PANDARUS
What says my sweet queen? My cousin will fall out with you.
HELEN
You must not know where he sups.
PARIS
With my disposer Cressida.
PANDARUS
No, no; no such matter, you are wide, come your disposer is sick.
PARIS
Well, I'll make excuse.
PANDARUS
Aye good my lord: why should you say Cressida? no, your poor disposer's
sick.
PARIS
I spy.
PANDARUS
You spy, what do you spy: come, give me an instrument now sweet queen.
HELEN
Why this is kindly done?
PANDARUS
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.
PANDARUS
He? No, she'll none of him, they two are twain.
HELEN
Falling in after falling out, may make them three.
PANDARUS
Come, come, I'll hear no more of this, I'll sing you a song now.
HELEN
Aye, aye, prithee now. By my troth sweet lord thou hast a fine forehead.
PANDARUS
Aye you may, you may.
HELEN
Let thy song be love: this love will undo us all. Oh Cupid, Cupid, Cupid.
PANDARUS
Love? Aye that it shall in faith.
PARIS
Aye good now love, love, nothing but love.
PANDARUS
In good troth it begins so.
[Sings]
T T T
2 ,
,
Love, love, noth|ing but love,| still* more:
, ,
For O | love's^bow,
,
,
Shoots^buck | and doe:
, ,
, ,
The shaft | confounds | not that | it wounds,
,
, , oo
But tick|les still | the sore:|
, ,
, ,
These lov|ers cry,| oh ho | they die:
, ,
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Yet that | which seems | the wound | to kill,
, ,
. T T T
Doth turn | oh ho,| to ha ha hee:
, ,
___ ___
So dy|ing love | lives | still,
,
, . T T T
O ho | a while,| but ha ha ha,
,
, . T T T ___
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O ho | groans^out | for ha ha ha--|| hey | ho.
HELEN
In love in faith to the very tip of the nose.
PARIS
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.
PANDARUS
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 afield today?
PARIS
Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy. I would
fain have armed today, but my Nell would not have it so. How chance my
brother Troilus went not?
HELEN
He hangs the lip at something: you know all Lord Pandarus.
PANDARUS
Not I honey-sweet queen: I long to hear how they sped today:
You'll remember your brother's excuse?
PARIS
To a hair.
PANDARUS
Farewell sweet queen.
HELEN
Commend me to your niece.
PANDARUS
I will sweet queen.
[Exit. A retreat sounded]
PARIS
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They're come | from field:| let us | to Pri|am's
hall,
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2 , x 2
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To greet | the war|riors. Sweet | Helen, I
must^|woo you,
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To help | unarm | our He|ctor: his stubborn
buckles, ????
, ,
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With these | your white | enchant|ing fing|ers
touched,
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Shall more | obey | than to | the edge | of
steel,
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Or force | of Greek|ish sin|ews; you | shall do |
more
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T T T
Than all | the is|land kings,| disarm | great
Hector. (hex with prev)
HELEN
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'Twill make | us proud | to be | his serv|ant
Paris:
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Yea what | he shall re|ceive of | us in | duty,
T . T
T , ,
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Gives us more palm | in beaut|y than | we have:
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Yea ov|ershines | ourself.
PARIS
T . T T
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Sweet above thought || I love | thee. \\
[Exeunt]