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]
Helen. My Lord Pandarus,—
Pan. What says my sweet queen, my very very sweet[1555] 75
queen?