1    Friend, you! pray you, a word: do not you follow
2    the young Lord Paris?

3    Ay, sir, when he goes before me.

4    You depend upon him, I mean?

5    Sir, I do depend upon the lord.

6    You depend upon a noble gentleman; I must needs
7    praise him.

8    The lord be praised!

9    You know me, do you not?

10   Faith, sir, superficially.

11   Friend, know me better; I am the Lord Pandarus.

12   I hope I shall know your honour better.

13   I do desire it.

14   You are in the state of grace.

15   Grace! not so, friend: honour and lordship are my titles.
Music within
16   What music is this?

17   I do but partly know, sir: it is music in parts.

18   Know you the musicians?

19   Wholly, sir.

20   Who play they to?

21   To the hearers, sir.

22   At whose pleasure, friend

23   At mine, sir, and theirs that love music.

24   Command, I mean, friend.

25   Who shall I command, sir?

26   Friend, we understand not one another: I am too
27   courtly and thou art too cunning. At whose request
28   do these men play?

29   That's to 't indeed, sir: marry, sir, at the request
30   of Paris my lord, who's there in person; with him,
31   the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's
32   invisible soul,--

33   Who, my cousin Cressida?

34   No, sir, Helen: could you not find out that by her
35   attributes?

36   It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not seen the
37   Lady Cressida. I come to speak with Paris from the
38   Prince Troilus: I will make a complimental assault
39   upon him, for my business seethes.

40   Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase indeed!

41   Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair
42   company! fair desires, in all fair measure,
43   fairly guide them! especially to you, fair queen!
44   fair thoughts be your fair pillow!

45   Dear lord, you are full of fair words.

46   You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen. Fair
47   prince, here is good broken music.

48   You have broke it, cousin: and, by my life, you
49   shall make it whole again; you shall piece it out
50   with a piece of your performance. Nell, he is full
51   of harmony.

52   Truly, lady, no.

53   O, sir,--

54   Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude.

55   Well said, my lord! well, you say so in fits.

56   I have business to my lord, dear queen. My lord,
57   will you vouchsafe me a word?

58   Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll hear you
59   sing, certainly.

60   Well, sweet queen. you are pleasant with me. But,
61   marry, thus, my lord: my dear lord and most esteemed
62   friend, your brother Troilus,--

63   My Lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,--

64   Go to, sweet queen, to go:--commends himself most
65   affectionately to you,--

66   You shall not bob us out of our melody: if you do,
67   our melancholy upon your head!

68   Sweet queen, sweet queen! that's a sweet queen, i' faith.

69   And to make a sweet lady sad is a sour offence.

70   Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that shall not,
71   in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such words; no,
72   no. And, my lord, he desires you, that if the king
73   call for him at supper, you will make his excuse.

74   My Lord Pandarus,--

75   What says my sweet queen, my very very sweet queen?

76   What exploit's in hand? where sups he to-night?

77   Nay, but, my lord,--

78   What says my sweet queen? My cousin will fall out
79   with you. You must not know where he sups.

80   I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida.

81   No, no, no such matter; you are wide: come, your
82   disposer is sick.

83   Well, I'll make excuse.

84   Ay, good my lord. Why should you say Cressida? no,
85   your poor disposer's sick.

86   I spy.

87   You spy! what do you spy? Come, give me an
88   instrument. Now, sweet queen.

89   Why, this is kindly done.

90   My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have,
91   sweet queen.

92   She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my lord Paris.

93   He! no, she'll none of him; they two are twain.

94   Falling in, after falling out, may make them three.

95   Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; I'll sing
96   you a song now.

97   Ay, ay, prithee now. By my troth, sweet lord, thou
98   hast a fine forehead.

99   Ay, you may, you may.

100  Let thy song be love: this love will undo us all.
101  O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid!

102  Love! ay, that it shall, i' faith.

103  Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love.

104  In good troth, it begins so.
Sings
105  Love, love, nothing but love, still more!
106  For, O, love's bow
107  Shoots buck and doe:
108  The shaft confounds,
109  Not that it wounds,
110  But tickles still the sore.
111  These lovers cry Oh! oh! they die!
112  Yet that which seems the wound to kill,
113  Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he!
114  So dying love lives still:
115  Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha!
116  Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha!
117  Heigh-ho!

118  In love, i' faith, to the very tip of the nose.

119  He eats nothing but doves, love, and that breeds hot
120  blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot
121  thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love.

122  Is this the generation of love? hot blood, hot
123  thoughts, and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers:
124  is love a generation of vipers? Sweet lord, who's
125  a-field to-day?

126  Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the
127  gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed to-day,
128  but my Nell would not have it so. How chance my
129  brother Troilus went not?

130  He hangs the lip at something: you know all, Lord Pandarus.

131  Not I, honey-sweet queen. I long to hear how they
132  sped to-day. You'll remember your brother's excuse?

133  To a hair.

134  Farewell, sweet queen.

135  Commend me to your niece.

136  I will, sweet queen.

137  They're come from field: let us to Priam's hall,
138  To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you
139  To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles,
140  With these your white enchanting fingers touch'd,
141  Shall more obey than to the edge of steel
142  Or force of Greekish sinews; you shall do more
143  Than all the island kings,--disarm great Hector.

144  'Twill make us proud to be his servant, Paris;
145  Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty
146  Gives us more palm in beauty than we have,
147  Yea, overshines ourself.

148  Sweet, above thought I love thee.