Helen. My lord Pandarus, Pan. What says my sweet queen,—my very very ? sweet queen Par. What exploit's in hand? where sups he tonight? 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. 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. 3 you are wide;] i. e. wide of your mark; a common exclamation when an archer missed his aim. Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love. Love, love, nothing but love, still more! These lovers 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 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. Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen.-I long to hear how they sped to-day.-You'll remember your brother's excuse? Pan. Farewell, sweet queen. Par. To a hair. Helen. Commend me to your niece. [Exit. [A Retreat sounded. Par. They are come from field: let us to Priam's hall, To greet the warriors. you Sweet Helen, I must woo 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 Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty, Par. 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 cousin Cressida's? at my 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. Pan. Have you seen my cousin? [Exit Servant. 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, 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 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.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. 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. Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady. 5 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 wished me thus ? Cres. Wished, my lord?-The gods grant!-0 my lord! i'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. The falcon as the tercel-] Pandarus means, that he'll match his niece against her lover for any bett. The tercle is the male hawk; by the falcon we generally understand the female. |