Pan. At whose pleasure, friend?
Serv. At mine, sir, and theirs that love music.
Pan. Command, I mean, friend.[1534]
Serv. Who shall I command, sir? 25
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]
Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida?
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