_Music, and then a Song; during which_ PANDARUS _listens._ I. _Can life be a blessing, Or worth the possessing, Can life be a blessing, if love were away? Ah, no! though our love all night keep us waking, And though he torment us with cares all the day, Yet he sweetens, he sweetens our pains in the taking; There's an hour at the last, there's an hour to repay._ II. _In every possessing, The ravishing blessing, In every possessing, the fruit of our pain, Poor lovers forget long ages of anguish, Whate'er they have suffered and done to obtain; 'Tis a pleasure, a pleasure to sigh and to languish, When we hope, when we hope to be happy again._ _Pand._ Put up, and vanish; they are coming out: What a ferrup, will you play when the dance is done? I say, vanish. [_Exit music._ [_Peeping._] Good, i'faith! good, i'faith! what, hand in hand--a fair quarrel, well ended! Do, do, walk him, walk him;--a good girl, a discreet girl: I see she will make the most of him. _Enter_ TROILUS _and_ CRESSIDA. _Troil._ Farewell, my life! leave me, and back to bed: Sleep seal those pretty eyes, And tie thy senses in as soft a band, As infants void of thought. _Pand._ [_Shewing himself._] How now, how now; how go matters? Hear you, maid, hear you; where's my cousin Cressida? _Cres._ Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle: You bring me to do ill, and then you jeer me! _Pand._ What ill have I brought you to do? Say what, if you dare now?--My lord, have I brought her to do ill? _Cres._ Come, come,--beshrew your heart, you'll neither be good yourself, nor suffer others. _Pand._ Alas, poor wench! alas, poor devil! Has not slept to-night? would a'not, a naughty man, let it sleep one twinkle? A bugbear take him! _Cres._ [_Knock within._] Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see:-- My lord, come you again into my chamber.-- You smile and mock, as if I meant naughtily! _Troil._ Indeed, indeed! _Cres._ Come, you're deceived; I think of no such thing.-- [_Knock again._ How earnestly they knock! Pray, come in: I would not for all Troy you were seen here. [_Exeunt_ TROIL. _and_ CRES. _Pand._ Who's there? What's the matter? Will you beat down the house there! _Enter_ HECTOR. _Hect._ Good morrow, my lord Pandarus; good morrow! _Pand._ Who's there? prince Hector! What news with you so early? _Hect._ Is not my brother Troilus here? _Pand._ Here! what should he do here? _Hect._ Come, he is here, my lord; do not deny him: It does import him much to speak with me. _Pand._ Is he here, say you? It is more than I know, I'll be sworn! For my part, I came in late.--What should he do here? _Hect._ Come, come, you do him wrong ere you're aware; you'll be so true to him, that you'll be false to him: You shall not know he's here; but yet go fetch him hither; go. [_Exit_ PAND. _Enter_ TROILUS.