Pan.

Friend! you! pray you, a word: Do not you follow the young lord Paris?

Serv.

Ay, sir, when he goes before me.

Pan.

You do depend upon him, I mean?

Serv.

Sir, I do depend upon the lord.

Pan.

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

Serv.

The lord be praised!

Pan.

You know me, do you not?

Serv.

'Faith, sir, superficially.

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?

Pan.

Grace! not so, friend; honour and lordship are my titles:—What musick is this?

Serv.

I do but partly know, sir; it is musick in parts.

Pan.

Know you the musicians?

Serv.

Wholly, sir.

Pan.

Who play they to?

Serv.

To the hearers, sir.

Pan.

At whose pleasure, friend?

Serv.

At mine, sir, and theirs that love musick.

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 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 mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, ^{4 note}love's invisible soul,—

Pan.

Who, my cousin Cressida?

Serv.

No, sir, Helen; Could you not find out that by her attributes?

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 musick.

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.

Helen.

O, sir,—

Pan.

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

Par.

Well said, my lord! well, you say so ^{5 note}
in fits.

Pan.

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.

Pan.

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,—

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.—^{6 note}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?

Pan ^note.

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.

Helen.

You must not know where he sups.

Par.

I'll lay my life, ^{7 note}