Pan. Farewell, sweet queen.
Helen. Commend me to your niece.
Pan. I will, sweet queen. [Exit.
[A retreat sounded.[1587]
Par. They're come from field: let us to Priam's hall,[1588]
To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you 140
To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles,
With these your white enchanting fingers touch'd,[1589]
Shall more obey than to the edge of steel
Or force of Greekish sinews; you shall do more
Than all the island kings,—disarm great Hector. 145
Helen. 'Twill make us proud to be his servant, Paris;[1590]
Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty
Gives us more palm in beauty than we have,
Yea, overshines ourself.
Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. [Exeunt.[1591] 150
Scene II. An orchard to Pandarus' house.
Enter Pandarus and Troilus' Boy, meeting.[1592]