Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed 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.

Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen.-I long to hear how they sped to-day.-You'll remember your brother's excuse?

Par. To a hair.

Pan. Farewell, sweet queen.

Helen. Commend me to your 11. e.

Pan. I will, sweet queen.

[Exit.

[A retreat sounded.

Par. They're come from field let us to Priam's

hall,

To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo

you

To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles, With these your white enchanting fingers touched, Shall more obey than to the edge of steel

Or force of Greekish sinews; you shall do more Than all the island kings,-disarm great Hector. Helen "T will make us proud to be his servant,

Paris :

Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty

Gives us more palm in beauty than we have,
Yea, overshines ourself.

Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-The same.

PANDARUS' Orchard.

Enter PANDARUS and TROILUS' Boy, meeting. Pan. How now where's thy master? at my cousin Cressida's?

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 Boy.

Tro. No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door,
Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks
Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon,
And give me swift transportance to those fields
Where I may wallow in the lily-beds
Proposed for the deserver. O gentle Pandarus,
From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings,
And fly with me to Cressid.

Pan. Walk here i' the orchard. I'll bring her

straight.

[Exit.

Tro. I'm giddy; expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet

That it enchants my sense: what will it be,
When that the watery palate tastes indeed
Love's thrice-repuréd nectar? death, I fear me;
Swooning destruction; or some joy too fine,
Too subtle-potent, tuned too sharp in sweetness
For the capacity of my ruder powers:
I fear it much; and I do fear besides,
That I shall lose distinction in my joys;

As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
The enemy flying

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 new-ta'en sparrow.

[Exit.

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 encountering

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! and 't were dark, you'd close sooner. So, so; rub on, How now! a kiss in fee

and kiss the mistress. farm! Build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out ere I part you. The falcon has the tercel for all the ducks i' the river: go to, go to.

Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady.

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 interchangeably' -Come in, come in: I'll go get a fire.

Cres. Will you walk in, my lord?

[Exit.

Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wished me thus !

Cres. Wished, my lord -The gods grant-O my lord!

Tro. What should they grant? what makes this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love?

Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes.

Tro. Fears make devils of cherubins; they never see truly.

Cres. Blind fear that seeing reason leads finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear to fear the worst oft cures the worst.

Tro. O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster. Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither ?

Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings, when we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers; thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition enough than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady,that the will is infinite, and the execution confined; that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to limit.

Cres. They say, all lovers swear more perform