Serv.' I do but partly know, Sir; it is music in parts. Pan, Know you the musicians? Pan. Who play they to? Serv. To the hearers, Sir. Pan. At whose pleasure, friend? Serv. At mine, Sir, and theirs that love music. Pan. Command, I mean, friend? Serv. Who shall I command, Sir? Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: At whose request do these nien 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 mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's invisible soul, Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida ? Serv. No, Sir, Helen; could you not find out that by her attributes? 1. Pan. 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 seeths*. Serv. Sodden business! There's a stew'd phrase, indeed! Enter PARIS and HELEN, attended. 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. Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen. -Fair prince, here is good broken music. ཝོ་ཝཱ Par. 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. Pan. Truly, lady, no. Pan. Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude. Par.Well said, my lord! Well, you say so in fitst. Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen :→ My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word ? Helen. Nay, this shall not edge us out: we'll hear you sing, certainly. *Boils. + Parts of a song. Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with me. But (marry) thus, my lord,-My dear lord, and most esteemed friend, your brother TroilusHelen. 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 ?-My very very sweet queen? 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. You must not know where he sups. Par. I'll lay my life with my disposer Cressida. Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide; come, your disposer is sick. Par. Well, I'll make excuse. Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you sayCressida? No, your poor disposer's sick. Par. I spy.. 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. • Wide of your mark. 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! These lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die! Yet that which seems the wound to kill, So dying love lives still: Oh! oh! awhile, but ha! ha! ha! Oh! oh! groans out for 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 arm'd to-day, but my knell would not have it so. 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. [Exit. [A Retreat sounded. Par. They are come from the 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, VOL. IV. S s With these your white enchanting fingers touch'd, Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty, Pur. Sweet, above thought, I love thee. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same.-Pandarus' Orchard. 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. Enter TROILUS. Pan. O, here he comes.-How now, how now? Tro. Sirrah, walk off. [Exit Servant. Pan. Have you seen my cousin? Tro. No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door, Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon, And give me strict transportance to those fields, Where I may wallow in the lily beds, Proposed for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus, From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, And fly with me to Cressid! straight. Pan. Walk here i' the orchard, I'll bring her [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, When that the watery palate tastes indeed Love's thrice-reputed nectar? Death, I fear me; Swooning destruction; or some joy too fine, Too subtle-potent, tuned too sharp in sweetness, For the capacity of my ruder powers: 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 The enemy flying. 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 newta'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, Like vassalage at unawares encount❜ring The eye of majesty. 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 watch d ere you be made tame, must you? Come your ways, come your ways; an you draw backward, we'll put you the fills.-Why do you not speak to her ?-Come, draw this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas the day, how loth you are to offend day-light! An "twere dark, you'd close sooner. So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistresst. 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 tercelt, for all the ducks in the river: go to, go to. Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady. Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she call your activity in question. What, billing again? Here's -In witness whereof the parties interchangeablyCome in, come in; I'll go get a fire. [Exit Pandarus. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord? Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wish'd me thus ! Cres. Wish'd, my lord?-The gods grant!-0 my lord! Tro. What should they grant? What makes this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love? Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes. Shafts of a carriage. The allusion is to bowling; what is now called the jack was formerly termed the mistress. The tercel is the male, and the falcon the fe male hawk. |