Pan. In good troth, it begins so. [Sings.[1571]
Love, love, nothing but love, still more![1572]
For, O, love's bow[1573]
Shoots buck and doe:[1573][1574]
The shaft confounds,[1575][1576] 110
Not that it wounds,[1575]
But tickles still the sore.
These lovers cry Oh! oh! they die:[1577]
Yet that which seems the wound to kill,[1578]
Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he![1577][1579] 115
So dying love lives still:
Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha![1577]
Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha![1577]
Heigh-ho![1580]
Helen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nose. 120
Par. He eats nothing but doves, love, and that breeds[1581]
hot blood and hot blood begets hot thoughts and hot
thoughts beget hot deeds and hot deeds is love.[1582]
Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, hot[1583]
thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers: is love a[1583][1584] 125
generation of vipers? Sweet lord, who's afield to-day?[1583][1585]
Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all
the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed to-day, but[1586]
my Nell would not have it so. How chance my brother
Troilus went not? 130
Helen. He hangs the lip at something: you know all,
Lord Pandarus.
Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen. I long to hear how
they sped to-day. You'll remember your brother's excuse?
Par. To a hair. 135