Pandarus.

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

Ser.

Ay, Sir, when he goes before me.

Pan.

You do depend upon him, I mean?

Ser.

Sir, I do depend upon the lord.

Pan.

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

Ser.

The lord be praised!

Pan.

You know me, do you not?

Ser.

Faith, Sir, superficially.

Pan.

Friend, know me better; I am the lord Pandarus.

Ser.

I hope, I shall know your honour better.

Pan.

I do desire it.

Ser.

You are in the state of Grace.

Pan.

Grace? not so, friend: honour and lordship, are my titles:

What musick is this?

Ser.

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

Pan.

Know you the musicians?

Ser.

Wholly, Sir.

Pan.
Who play they to?

Ser.

To the hearers, Sir.

Pan.

At whose pleasure, friend?

Ser.

At mine, Sir, and theirs that love musick.

Pan.

Command, I mean, friend.

Ser.

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?

Ser.

That's to't, 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, (a) ^notelove's visible soul.

Pan.

Who, my cousin Cressida?

Ser.

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 complemental assault upon him, for my business seethes.

Ser.

Sodden business! there's a stew'd phrase, indeed.