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HELEN

You shall not bob us out of our melody; if you do, our melancholy upon your
head!

PANDARUS
Sweet queen, sweet queen; that’s a sweet queen, i’faith − [70]

HELEN
And to make a sweet lady sad is a sour offence.

PANDARUS
Nay, that shall not serve your turn, that shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care

not for such words; no, no − and, my lord, he desires you that if the King call
for him at supper, you will make his excuse. [75]

HELEN
My Lord Pandarus −

PANDARUS
What says my sweet queen, my very very sweet queen?

PARIS
What exploit’s in hand? Where sups he tonight?

HELEN
Nay, but, my lord − [80]

PANDARUS
What says my sweet queen? − My cousin will fall out with you.

HELEN

(to Paris) You must not know where he sups.

PARIS

I’ll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida.

PANDARUS