And here's a lord,--come knights from east to west, And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep: Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep. Friend, you! pray you, a word: do not you follow the young Lord Paris? Ay, sir, when he goes before me. You depend upon him, I mean? Sir, I do depend upon the lord. You depend upon a noble gentleman; I must needs praise him. The lord be praised! You know me, do you not? Faith, sir, superficially. Friend, know me better; I am the Lord Pandarus. I hope I shall know your honour better. I do desire it. You are in the state of grace. Grace! not so, friend: honour and lordship are my titles. What music is this? I do but partly know, sir: it is music in parts. Know you the musicians? Wholly, sir. Who play they to? To the hearers, sir. At whose pleasure, friend At mine, sir, and theirs that love music. Command, I mean, friend. Who shall I command, sir? Friend, we understand not one another: I am too courtly and thou art too cunning. At whose request do these men play? That's to 't indeed, sir: marry, sir, at the request of Paris my lord, who's there in person; with him, the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's invisible soul,-- Who, my cousin Cressida? No, sir, Helen: could you not find out that by her attributes? It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not seen the Lady Cressida. I come to speak with Paris from the Prince Troilus: I will make a complimental assault upon him, for my business seethes. Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase indeed! Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair company! fair desires, in all fair measure, fairly guide them! especially to you, fair queen! fair thoughts be your fair pillow! Dear lord, you are full of fair words. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen. Fair prince, here is good broken music. You have broke it, cousin: and, by my life, you shall make it whole again; you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance. Nell, he is full of harmony. Truly, lady, no. O, sir,-- Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude. Well said, my lord! well, you say so in fits. I have business to my lord, dear queen.