_Serv._ At mine, sir, and theirs that love music.
_Pan._ Friend, we understand not one another: I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning. At whose request[1535] do these men play?
_Serv._ That's to't, indeed, sir: marry, sir, at the request of Paris my lord, who is there in person; with him, the[1536] 30 mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's invisible[1537] soul.[1538]
_Serv._ No, sir, Helen: could not you find out that by[1539] her attributes? 35
_Pan._ It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not seen[1540] the Lady Cressida. I come to speak with Paris from the[1541] Prince Troilus: I will make a complimental assault upon him, for my business seethes.
_Serv._ Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase indeed![1542] 40
_Enter_ PARIS _and_ HELEN, _attended_.[1543]
_Pan._ Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair company! 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.[1544] 45
_Pan._ You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen. Fair prince, here is good broken music.
_Par._ You have broke it, cousin: and, by my life, you[1545] shall make it whole again; you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance. Nell, he is full of harmony.[1546] 50
_Pan._ Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude.
_Par._ Well said, my lord! well, you say so in fits.[1547]
_Pan._ I have business to my lord, dear queen. My 55 lord, will you vouchsafe me a word?
_Helen._ Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll hear[1548] you sing, certainly.
_Pan._ Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with me. But, marry, thus, my lord: my dear lord, and most esteemed 60 friend, your brother Troilus--
_Helen._ My Lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,--
_Pan._ Go to, sweet queen, go to:--commends himself[1549] most affectionately to you--[1549]
_Helen._ You shall not bob us out of our melody: if you[1550] 65 do, our melancholy upon your head![1550]
_Pan._ Sweet queen, sweet queen; that's a sweet queen, i' faith.[1551]
_Helen._ And to make a sweet lady sad is a sour offence.[1552]
_Pan._ Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that shall it[1553] 70 not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such words; no, no.[1553] And, my lord, he desires you, that if the king call for him[1553] at supper, you will make his excuse.[1553][1554]