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No, no, no such matter, you are wide; come, [85] your disposer is sick.

PARIS
Well, I’ll make excuse.

PANDARUS
Ay, good my lord. Why should you say Cressida? No, your poor disposer’s sick.

PARIS
I spy. [90]

PANDARUS
You spy? What do you spy? − Come, give me an instrument. − Now, sweet
queen.

HELEN
Why, this is kindly done.

PANDARUS
My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have, sweet queen. [95]

HELEN
She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my Lord Paris.

PANDARUS
He? No, she’ll none of him; they two are twain.

HELEN
Falling in after falling out may make them [100] three.

PANDARUS
Come, come, I’ll hear no more of this; I’ll sing you a song now.

HELEN
Ay, ay, prithee now. By my troth, sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead. [105]