The Complete Works of William Shakespeare - Israel Gollancz William Shakespeare [774]
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.
PANDARUS.
You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen. Fair prince,
here is good broken music.
PARIS.
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.
HELEN.
He is full of harmony.
PANDARUS.
Truly, lady, no.
HELEN.
O, sir-
PANDARUS.
Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude.
PARIS.
Well said, my lord. Well, you say so in fits.
PANDARUS.
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-
PANDARUS.
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-
PANDARUS.
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!
PANDARUS.
Sweet queen, sweet queen; that's a sweet queen, i' faith.
HELEN.
And to make a sweet lady sad is a sour offence.
PANDARUS.
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!
PANDARUS.
What says my sweet queen, my very very sweet queen?
PARIS.
What exploit's in hand? Where sups he to-night?
HELEN.
Nay, but, my lord-
PANDARUS.
What says my sweet queen?-My cousin will fall out with you.
HELEN.
You must not know where he sups.
PARIS.
I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida.
PANDARUS.
No, no, no such matter; you are wide. Come, your disposer is sick.
PARIS.
Well, I'll make's excuse.
PANDARUS.
Ay, good my lord. Why should you say Cressida?
No, your poor disposer's sick.
PARIS.
I spy.
PANDARUS.
You spy! What do you spy?-Come, give me an instrument.
Now, sweet queen.
HELEN.
Why, this is kindly done.
PANDARUS.
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.
PANDARUS.
He! No, she'll none of him; they two are twain.
HELEN.
Falling in, after falling out, may make them three.
PANDARUS.
Come, come. I'll hear no more of this; I'll sing you a song now.
HELEN.
Ay, ay, prithee now. By my troth, sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead.
PANDARUS.
Ay, you may, you may.
HELEN.
Let thy song be love. This love will undo us all. O
Cupid,
Cupid, Cupid!
PANDARUS.
Love! Ay, that it shall, i' faith.
PARIS.
Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love.
PANDARUS.
In good troth, it begins so.
[Sings]
Love, love, nothing but love, still love, still more!
For, oh, love's bow
Shoots buck and doe;
The shaft confounds
Not that it wounds,
But tickles still the sore.
These lovers cry, O ho, they die!
Yet that which seems the wound to kill
Doth turn O ho! to ha! ha! he!
So dying love lives still.
O ho! a while, but ha! ha! ha!
O ho! groans out for ha! ha! ha!-hey ho!
HELEN.
In love, i' faith, to the very tip of the nose.
PARIS.
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.
PANDARUS.
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 today?
PARIS.
Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry
of Troy. I would fain have arm'd to-day, 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.
PANDARUS.
Not I, honey-sweet queen. I long to hear how they spend
to-day. You'll