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Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts, and hot deeds? Why,
they are vipers; is love a generation of vipers? − Sweet lord, who’s a-field
[130] today?

PARIS
Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy. I would
fain have armed today, but my Nell would not have it so. How chance my

brother Troilus went not? [135]

HELEN
He hangs the lip at something − you know all, Lord Pandarus.

PANDARUS
Not I, honey-sweet queen; I long to hear how they sped today. − You’ll
remember your brother’s excuse? [140]

PARIS
To a hair.

PANDARUS

Farewell, sweet queen.

HELEN

Commend me to your niece.

PANDARUS
I will, sweet queen.
Exit.
Sound a retreat.

PARIS
They’re come from field; let us to Priam’s hall, [145]

To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you
To help unarm our Hector; his stubborn buckles,
With these your white enchanting fingers touched,
Shall more obey than to the edge of steel

Or force of Greekish sinews. You shall do more [150]