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PANDARUS
Ay, you may, you may.
HELEN
Let thy song be love; this love will undo us all. O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid!
PANDARUS
Love? Ay, that it shall, i’faith.
PARIS
Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love. [110]
PANDARUS
In good troth, it begins so.
He sings.
Love, love, nothing but love, still love, still more!
For, O, love’s bow
Shoots buck and doe;
The shaft confounds, [115]
Not that it wounds,
But tickles still the sore.
These lovers cry − O ho, they die!
Yet that which seems the wound to kill
Doth turn O ho to ha, ha, he! [120]
So dying love lives still:
O ho, a while, but ha, ha, ha!
O ho, groans out for ha, ha, ha! − Heigh ho!
HELEN
In love, i’faith, to the very tip of the nose.
PARIS
He eats nothing but doves, love, and that breeds [125] hot blood, and hot
blood begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds
is love.
PANDARUS
