_Pan._ What says my sweet queen? My cousin will[1557][1558] fall out with you. You must not know where he sups.[1557][1558][1559] 80 _Par._ I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida.[1557][1560][1561] _Pan._ No, no, no such matter; you are wide: come, your disposer is sick.[1561] _Par._ Well, I'll make excuse.[1562] _Pan._ Ay, good my lord. Why should you say Cressida? 85 no, your poor disposer's sick.[1561][1563] _Par._ I spy.[1564] _Pan._ You spy! what do you spy? Come, give me an instrument. Now, sweet queen.[1565] _Helen._ Why, this is kindly done.[1566] 90 _Pan._ My niece is horribly in love with a thing you[1567] have, sweet queen. _Helen._ She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my lord Paris. _Pan._ He! no, she'll none of him; they two are twain.[1568] 95 _Helen._ Falling in, after falling out, may make them three. _Pan._ 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,[1569] thou hast a fine forehead. 100 _Pan._ Ay, you may, you may.[1570] _Helen._ Let thy song be love: this love will undo us all. O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid! _Pan._ Love! ay, that it shall, i'faith. _Par._ Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love. 105 _Pan._ In good troth, it begins so. [_Sings._[1571] Love, love, nothing but love, still more![1572] For, O, love's bow[1573] Shoots buck and doe:[1573][1574] The shaft confounds,[1575][1576] 110 Not that it wounds,[1575] But tickles still the sore. These lovers cry Oh! oh! they die:[1577] Yet that which seems the wound to kill,[1578] Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he![1577][1579] 115 So dying love lives still: Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha![1577] Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha![1577] Heigh-ho![1580] _Helen._ In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nose. 120 _Par._ He eats nothing but doves, love, and that breeds[1581] hot blood and hot blood begets hot thoughts and hot thoughts beget hot deeds and hot deeds is love.[1582] _Pan._ Is this the generation of love? hot blood, hot[1583] thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers: is love a[1583][1584] 125 generation of vipers? Sweet lord, who's afield to-day?[1583][1585] _Par._ Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed to-day, but[1586] my Nell would not have it so. How chance my brother Troilus went not? 130