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Troilus and Cressida: Act 3, Scene 1

Troilus and Cressida
Act 3, Scene 1

Scene 1

Troy. Priam’s palace.

  1. Music sounds within. Enter Pandarus and Paris’s Servant.

Pandarus

2 - 3
  1. Friend, you! Pray you a word. Do you not follow the young
  2. Lord Paris?

Paris’s Servant

4
  1. Ay, sir, when he goes before me.

Pandarus

5
  1. You depend upon him, I mean.

Paris’s Servant

6
  1. Sir, I do depend upon the Lord.

Pandarus

7 - 8
  1. You depend upon a notable gentleman; I must needs praise
  2. him.

Paris’s Servant

9
  1. The Lord be prais’d!

Pandarus

10
  1. You know me, do you not?

Paris’s Servant

11
  1. Faith, sir, superficially.

Pandarus

12
  1. Friend, know me better, I am the Lord Pandarus.

Paris’s Servant

13
  1. I hope I shall know your honor better!

Pandarus

14
  1. I do desire it.

Paris’s Servant

15
  1. You are in the state of grace.

Pandarus

16 - 17
  1. Grace? Not so, friend, honor and lordship are my titles.
  2. What music is this?

Paris’s Servant

18
  1. I do but partly know, sir, it is music in parts.

Pandarus

19
  1. Know you the musicians?

Paris’s Servant

20
  1. Wholly, sir.

Pandarus

21
  1. Who play they to?

Paris’s Servant

22
  1. To the hearers, sir.

Pandarus

23
  1. At whose pleasure, friend?

Paris’s Servant

24
  1. At mine, sir, and theirs that love music.

Pandarus

25
  1. Command, I mean, friend.

Paris’s Servant

26
  1. Who shall I command, sir?

Pandarus

27 - 28
  1. Friend, we understand not one another; I am too courtly and
  2. thou too cunning. At whose request do these men play?

Paris’s Servant

29 - 31
  1. That’s to’t indeed, sir. Marry, sir, at the request of Paris
  2. my lord, who is there in person; with him, the mortal Venus,
  3. the heart-blood of beauty, love’s invisible soul.

Pandarus

32
  1. Who? My cousin Cressida?

Paris’s Servant

33 - 34
  1. No, sir, Helen. Could not you find out that by her
  2. attributes?

Pandarus

35 - 38
  1. It should seem, fellow, thou hast not seen the Lady Cressid.
  2. I come to speak with Paris from the Prince Troilus. I will
  3. make a complimental assault upon him, for my business
  4. seethes.

Paris’s Servant

39
  1. Sodden business! There’s a stew’d phrase indeed!
  1. Enter Paris and Helen attended.

Pandarus

41 - 43
  1. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair company! Fair
  2. desires, in all fair measure, fairly guide them! Especially
  3. to you, fair queen, fair thoughts be your fair pillow!

Helen

44
  1. Dear lord, you are full of fair words.

Pandarus

45 - 46
  1. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen. Fair prince, here
  2. is good broken music.

Paris

47 - 49
  1. You have broke it, cousin; and by my life you shall make it
  2. whole againyou shall piece it out with a piece of your
  3. performance. Nell, he is full of harmony.

Pandarus

50
  1. Truly, lady, no.

Helen

51
  1. O sir

Pandarus

52
  1. Rude, in sooth, in good sooth, very rude.

Paris

53
  1. Well said, my lord, well, you say so in fits.

Pandarus

54 - 55
  1. I have business to my lord, dear queen. My lord, will you
  2. vouchsafe me a word?

Helen

56 - 57
  1. Nay, this shall not hedge us out, we’ll hear you sing,
  2. certainly.

Pandarus

58 - 60
  1. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with me. But marry thus,
  2. my lord: my dear lord and most esteem’d friend, your brother
  3. Troilus

Helen

61
  1. My Lord Pandarus, honey-sweet lord

Pandarus

62 - 63
  1. Go to, sweet queen, go tocommends himself most
  2. affectionately to you

Helen

64 - 65
  1. You shall not bob us out of our melody. If you do, our
  2. melancholy upon your head!

Pandarus

66
  1. Sweet queen, sweet queen, that’s a sweet queeni’ faith

Helen

67
  1. And to make a sweet lady sad is a sour offense.

Pandarus

68 - 71
  1. Nay, that shall not serve your turn, that shall it not, in
  2. truth la! Nay, I care not for such words, no, no. And, my
  3. lord, he desires you, that if the King call for him at
  4. supper, you will make his excuse.

Helen

72
  1. My Lord Pandarus

Pandarus

73
  1. What says my sweet queen, my very very sweet queen?

Paris

74
  1. What exploit’s in hand? Where sups he tonight?

Helen

75
  1. Nay, but, my lord

Pandarus

76
  1. What says my sweet queen? My cousin will fall out with you.

Helen

77
  1. You must not know where he sups.

Paris

78
  1. I’ll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida.

Pandarus

79 - 80
  1. No, no! No such matter, you are wide. Come, your disposer is
  2. sick.

Paris

81
  1. Well, I’ll make ’s excuse.

Pandarus

82 - 83
  1. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say Cressida? No, your poor
  2. disposer’s sick.

Paris

84
  1. I spy!

Pandarus

85 - 86
  1. You spy? What do you spy?—Come, give me an instrument.—Now,
  2. sweet queen.

Helen

87
  1. Why, this is kindly done.

Pandarus

88 - 89
  1. My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have, sweet
  2. queen.

Helen

90
  1. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my Lord Paris.

Pandarus

91
  1. He? No! She’ll none of him. They two are twain.

Helen

92
  1. Falling in, after falling out, may make them three.

Pandarus

93 - 94
  1. Come, come, I’ll hear no more of this, I’ll sing you a song
  2. now.

Helen

95 - 96
  1. Ay, ay, prithee now. By my troth, sweet lord, thou hast a
  2. fine forehead.

Pandarus

97
  1. Ay, you may, you may.

Helen

98 - 99
  1. Let thy song be love. This love will undo us all. O Cupid,
  2. Cupid, Cupid!

Pandarus

100
  1. Love? Ay, that it shall, i’ faith.

Paris

101
  1. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love.

Pandarus

102 - 115
  1. In good troth, it begins so.
  2. Sings.
  3. Love, love, nothing but love, still love, still more!
  4. For O, love’s bow
  5. Shoots buck and doe.
  6. The shaft confounds
  7. Not that it wounds,
  8. But tickles still the sore.
  9. These lovers cry, O ho, they die!
  10. Yet that which seems the wound to kill,
  11. Doth turn O ho! To ha, ha, he!
  12. So dying love lives still.
  13. O ho! A while, but ha, ha, ha!
  14. O ho! Groans out for ha, ha, ha!—hey ho!”

Helen

116
  1. In love, i’ faith, to the very tip of the nose.

Paris

117 - 119
  1. He eats nothing but doves, love, and that breeds hot blood,
  2. and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget
  3. hot deeds, and hot deeds is love.

Pandarus

120 - 122
  1. Is this the generation of lovehot blood, hot thoughts, and
  2. hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of
  3. vipers? Sweet lord, who’s a-field today?

Paris

123 - 125
  1. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry
  2. of Troy. I would fain have arm’d today, but my Nell would
  3. not have it so. How chance my brother Troilus went not?

Helen

126
  1. He hangs the lip at something. You know all, Lord Pandarus.

Pandarus

127 - 128
  1. Not I, honey-sweet queen. I long to hear how they sped
  2. today. You’ll remember your brother’s excuse?

Paris

129
  1. To a hair.

Pandarus

130
  1. Farewell, sweet queen.

Helen

131
  1. Commend me to your niece.

Pandarus

132
  1. I will, sweet queen.
  1. Exit. Sound a retreat.

Paris

134 - 140
  1. They’re come from the field. Let us to Priam’s hall
  2. To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you
  3. To help unarm our Hector. His stubborn buckles,
  4. With these your white enchanting fingers touch’d,
  5. Shall more obey than to the edge of steel,
  6. Or force of Greekish sinews. You shall do more
  7. Than all the island kingsdisarm great Hector.

Helen

141 - 144
  1. ’Twill make us proud to be his servant, Paris!
  2. Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty
  3. Gives us more palm in beauty than we have,
  4. Yea, overshines ourself.

Paris

145
  1. Sweet, above thought I love thee!
  1. Exeunt.
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