Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedy of Troylus and Cressida/Act 3 Scene 1
Enter Pandarus and a Seruant.
Pan.
Friend, you, pray you a word: Doe not you follow
the yong Lord Paris?
Pan.
Friend, you, pray you a word: Doe not you follow
the yong Lord Paris?
Ser.
I sir, when he goes before me.
I sir, when he goes before me.
Pan.
You depend vpon him I meane?
You depend vpon him I meane?
Ser.
Sir, I doe depend vpon the Lord.
Sir, I doe depend vpon the Lord.
Pan.
You depend vpon a noble Gentleman: I must
needes praise him.
You depend vpon a noble Gentleman: I must
needes praise him.
Ser.
The Lord be praised.
The Lord be praised.
Pa.
You know me, doe you not?
You know me, doe you not?
Ser.
Faith sir, superficially.
Faith sir, superficially.
Pa.
Friend know me better, I am the Lord Pandarus.
Friend know me better, I am the Lord Pandarus.
Ser.
I hope I shall know your honour better.
I hope I shall know your honour better.
Pa.
I doe desire it.
I doe desire it.
Ser.
You are in the state of Grace?
You are in the state of Grace?
Pa.
Grace, not so friend, honor and Lordship are my
title: What Musique is this?
Grace, not so friend, honor and Lordship are my
title: What Musique is this?
Ser.
I doe but partly know sir: it is Musicke in parts.
I doe but partly know sir: it is Musicke in parts.
Pa.
Know you the Musitians.
Know you the Musitians.
Ser.
Wholly sir.
Wholly sir.
Pa.
Who play they to?
Who play they to?
Ser.
To the hearers sir.
To the hearers sir.
Pa.
At whose pleasur friend?
At whose pleasur friend?
Ser.
At mine sir, and theirs that loue Musicke.
At mine sir, and theirs that loue Musicke.
Pa.
Command, I meane friend.
Command, I meane friend.
Ser.
Who shall I command sir?
Who shall I command sir?
Pa.
Friend, we vnderstand not one another: I am too
courtly, and thou art too cunning. At whose request doe
these men play?
Friend, we vnderstand not one another: I am too
courtly, and thou art too cunning. At whose request doe
these men play?
Ser.
That's too't indeede sir: marry sir, at the request
of Paris my L. who's there in person; with him the mortall
Venus, the heart bloud of beauty, loues inuisible soule.
That's too't indeede sir: marry sir, at the request
of Paris my L. who's there in person; with him the mortall
Venus, the heart bloud of beauty, loues inuisible soule.
Pa.
Who? my Cosin Cressida.
Who? my Cosin Cressida.
Ser.
No Sir, Helen, could you not finde out that by
her attributes?
No Sir, Helen, could you not finde out that by
her attributes?
Pa.
It should seeme fellow, that thou hast not seen the
Lady Cressida. I come to speake with Paris from the
Prince Troylus: I will make a complementall assault vpon
him, for my businesse seethes.
It should seeme fellow, that thou hast not seen the
Lady Cressida. I come to speake with Paris from the
Prince Troylus: I will make a complementall assault vpon
him, for my businesse seethes.
Ser.
Sodden businesse, there's a stewed phrase indeede.
Sodden businesse, there's a stewed phrase indeede.
Enter Paris and Helena.
Pan.
Faire be to you my Lord, and to all this faire company:
faire desires in all faire measure fairely guide them,
especially to you faire Queene, faire thoughts be your
faire pillow.
Faire be to you my Lord, and to all this faire company:
faire desires in all faire measure fairely guide them,
especially to you faire Queene, faire thoughts be your
faire pillow.
Hel.
Deere L. you are full of faire words.
Deere L. you are full of faire words.
Pan.
You speake your faire pleasure sweete Queene:
faire Prince, here is good broken Musicke.
You speake your faire pleasure sweete Queene:
faire Prince, here is good broken Musicke.
Par.
You haue broke it cozen: and by my life you
shall make it whole againe, you shall peece it out with a
peece of your performance. Nel, he is full of harmony.
You haue broke it cozen: and by my life you
shall make it whole againe, you shall peece it out with a
peece of your performance. Nel, he is full of harmony.
Pan.
Truely Lady no.
Truely Lady no.
Hel.
O sir.
O sir.
Pan.
Rude in sooth, in good sooth very rude.
Rude in sooth, in good sooth very rude.
Paris.
Well said my Lord: well, you say so in fits.
Well said my Lord: well, you say so in fits.
Pan.
I haue businesse to my Lord, deere Queene: my
Lord will you vouchsafe me a word.
I haue businesse to my Lord, deere Queene: my
Lord will you vouchsafe me a word.
Hel.
Nay, this shall not hedge vs out, weele heare you
sing certainely.
Nay, this shall not hedge vs out, weele heare you
sing certainely.
Pan.
Well sweete Queene you are pleasant with me,
but, marry thus my Lord, my deere Lord, and in oft esteemed
friend your brother Troylus.
Well sweete Queene you are pleasant with me,
but, marry thus my Lord, my deere Lord, and in oft esteemed
friend your brother Troylus.
Hel.
My Lord Pandarus hony sweete Lord.
My Lord Pandarus hony sweete Lord.
Pan.
Go too sweete Queene, goe to
Commends himself most affectionately to you.
Go too sweete Queene, goe to
Commends himself most affectionately to you.
Hel.
You shall not bob vs out of our melody:
if you doe, out melancholly vpon your head.
You shall not bob vs out of our melody:
if you doe, out melancholly vpon your head.
Pan.
Sweete Queene, sweete Queene, that's a sweete
Queene I faith———
Sweete Queene, sweete Queene, that's a sweete
Queene I faith———
Hel.
And to make a sweet Lady sad, is a sower offence.
And to make a sweet Lady sad, is a sower offence.
Pan.
Nay, that shall not serue your turne 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.
Nay, that shall not serue your turne 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.
Hel.
My Lord Pandarus?
My Lord Pandarus?
Pan.
What saies my sweete Queene, my very, very
sweete Queene?
What saies my sweete Queene, my very, very
sweete Queene?
Par.
What exploit's in hand, where sups he to night?
What exploit's in hand, where sups he to night?
Hel.
Nay but my Lord?
Nay but my Lord?
Pan.
What saies my sweete Queene? my cozen will
fall out with you.
What saies my sweete Queene? my cozen will
fall out with you.
Hel.
You must not know where he sups.
You must not know where he sups.
Par.
With my disposer Cressida.
With my disposer Cressida.
Pan.
No, no; no such matter, you are wide, come your
disposer is sicke.
No, no; no such matter, you are wide, come your
disposer is sicke.
Par.
Well, Ile make excuse.
Well, Ile make excuse.
Pan.
I good my Lord: why should you say Cressida?
no your poore disposer's sicke.
I good my Lord: why should you say Cressida?
no your poore disposer's sicke.
Par.
I spie.
I spie.
Pan.
You spie, what doe you spie: come, giue me an
Instrument now sweete Queene.
You spie, what doe you spie: come, giue me an
Instrument now sweete Queene.
Hel.
Why this is kindely done?
Why this is kindely done?
Pan.
My Neece is horrible in loue with a thing you
haue sweete Queene.
My Neece is horrible in loue with a thing you
haue sweete Queene.
Hel.
She shall haue it my Lord, if it be not my Lord Paris.
She shall haue it my Lord, if it be not my Lord Paris.
Pand.
Hee? no, sheele none of him, they two are twaine.
Hee? no, sheele none of him, they two are twaine.
Hel.
Falling in after falling out, may make them three.
Falling in after falling out, may make them three.
Pan.
Come, come, Ile heare no more of this, Ile sing
you a song now.
Come, come, Ile heare no more of this, Ile sing
you a song now.
Hel.
I, I, prethee now: by my troth sweet Lord thou
hast a fine fore-head.
I, I, prethee now: by my troth sweet Lord thou
hast a fine fore-head.
Pan.
I you may, you may.
I you may, you may.
Hel.
Let thy song be loue: this loue will vndoe vs al.
Oh Cupid, Cupid, Cupid.
Let thy song be loue: this loue will vndoe vs al.
Oh Cupid, Cupid, Cupid.
Pan.
Loue? I that it shall yfaith.
Loue? I that it shall yfaith.
Par.
I, good now loue, loue, nothing but loue.
I, good now loue, loue, nothing but loue.
Pan.
In good troth it begins so.
In good troth it begins so.
Loue, loue, nothing but loue, still more:
For O loues Bow,
Shootes Bucke and Doe:
The Shaft confounds not that it wounds,
But tickles still the sore:
These Louers cry, oh ho they dye;
Yet that which seemes the wound to kill.
Doth turne oh ho, to ha ha he:
So dying loue liues still,
O ho a while, but ha ha ha,
O ho grones out for ha ha ha———hey ho.
For O loues Bow,
Shootes Bucke and Doe:
The Shaft confounds not that it wounds,
But tickles still the sore:
These Louers cry, oh ho they dye;
Yet that which seemes the wound to kill.
Doth turne oh ho, to ha ha he:
So dying loue liues still,
O ho a while, but ha ha ha,
O ho grones out for ha ha ha———hey ho.
Hel.
In loue yfaith to the very tip of the nose.
In loue yfaith to the very tip of the nose.
Par.
He eates nothing but doues loue, and that breeds
hot bloud, and hot bloud begets hot thoughts, and hot
thoughts beget hot deedes, and hot deedes is loue.
He eates nothing but doues loue, and that breeds
hot bloud, and hot bloud begets hot thoughts, and hot
thoughts beget hot deedes, and hot deedes is loue.
Pan.
Is this the generation of loue? Hot bloud, hot
thoughts, and hot deedes, why they are Vipers, is Loue a
generation of Vipers?
Sweete Lord whose a field to day?
Is this the generation of loue? Hot bloud, hot
thoughts, and hot deedes, why they are Vipers, is Loue a
generation of Vipers?
Sweete Lord whose a field to day?
Par.
Hector, Deiphœbus, Helenus, Anthenor, and all the
gallantry of Troy. I would faine haue arm'd to day, but
my Nell would not haue it so.
How chance my brother Troylus went not?
Hector, Deiphœbus, Helenus, Anthenor, and all the
gallantry of Troy. I would faine haue arm'd to day, but
my Nell would not haue it so.
How chance my brother Troylus went not?
Hel.
He hangs the lippe at something; you know all
Lord Pandarus?
He hangs the lippe at something; you know all
Lord Pandarus?
Pan.
Not I hony sweete Queene: I long to heare how
they sped to day:
Youle remember your brothers excuse?
Not I hony sweete Queene: I long to heare how
they sped to day:
Youle remember your brothers excuse?
Par.
To a hayre.
To a hayre.
Pan.
Farewell sweete Queene.
Farewell sweete Queene.
Hel.
Commend me to your Neece.
Commend me to your Neece.
Pan.
Sound a retreat.I will sweete Queene.
Sound a retreat.I will sweete Queene.
Par.
They're come from fielde: let vs to Priams Hall
To greete the Warriers. Sweet Hellen, I must woe you,
To helpe vnarme our Hector: his stubborne Buckles,
With these your white enchanting fingers toucht,
Shall more obey then to the edge of Steele,
Or force of Greekish sinewes: you shall doe more
Then all the Iland Kings, disarme great Hector.
They're come from fielde: let vs to Priams Hall
To greete the Warriers. Sweet Hellen, I must woe you,
To helpe vnarme our Hector: his stubborne Buckles,
With these your white enchanting fingers toucht,
Shall more obey then to the edge of Steele,
Or force of Greekish sinewes: you shall doe more
Then all the Iland Kings, disarme great Hector.
Hel.
'Twill make vs proud to be his seruant Paris:
Yea what he shall rcceiue of vs in duetie,
Giues vs more palme in beautie then we haue:
Yea ouershines our selfe.
Exeunt.Sweete aboue thought I loue thee.
'Twill make vs proud to be his seruant Paris:
Yea what he shall rcceiue of vs in duetie,
Giues vs more palme in beautie then we haue:
Yea ouershines our selfe.
Exeunt.Sweete aboue thought I loue thee.