SCENE 1. Troy. PRIAM'S palace
That's to't, indeed, sir. Marry, sir, at the request of
Paris my lord, who is there in person; with him the mortal Venus,
the heart-blood of beauty, love's invisible soul--
Who, my cousin, Cressida?
No, sir, Helen. Could not you find out that by her attributes?
It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not seen the Lady
Cressida. I come to speak with Paris from the Prince Troilus; I
will make a complimental assault upon him, for my business
Sodden business! There's a stew'd phrase indeed!
[Enter PARIS and HELEN, attended.]
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.
Dear lord, you are full of fair words.
You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen. Fair prince,
here is good broken music.
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
He is full of harmony.
Truly, lady, no.
Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude.
Well said, my lord. Well, you say so in fits.
I have business to my lord, dear queen. My lord, will you
vouchsafe me a word?
Nay, this shall not hedge us out. We'll hear you sing,