Speeches (Lines) for Helen
in "Troilus and Cressida"
Total: 17

1

III,1,1539

Pandarus. 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!

Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words.

2

III,1,1547

Pandarus. Truly, lady, no.

Helen. O, sir,—

3

III,1,1552

Pandarus. I have business to my lord, dear queen. My lord,
will you vouchsafe me a word?

Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll hear you
sing, certainly.

4

III,1,1557

Pandarus. Well, sweet queen. you are pleasant with me. But,
marry, thus, my lord: my dear lord and most esteemed
friend, your brother Troilus,—

Helen. My Lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,—

5

III,1,1560

Pandarus. Go to, sweet queen, to go:—commends himself most
affectionately to you,—

Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody: if you do,
our melancholy upon your head!

6

III,1,1563

Pandarus. Sweet queen, sweet queen! that's a sweet queen, i' faith.

Helen. And to make a sweet lady sad is a sour offence.

7

III,1,1568

Pandarus. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that shall not,
in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such words; no,
no. And, my lord, he desires you, that if the king
call for him at supper, you will make his excuse.

Helen. My Lord Pandarus,—

8

III,1,1571

Paris. What exploit's in hand? where sups he to-night?

Helen. Nay, but, my lord,—

9

III,1,1583

Pandarus. You spy! what do you spy? Come, give me an
instrument. Now, sweet queen.

Helen. Why, this is kindly done.

10

III,1,1586

Pandarus. My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have,
sweet queen.

Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my lord Paris.

11

III,1,1588

Pandarus. He! no, she'll none of him; they two are twain.

Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make them three.

12

III,1,1591

Pandarus. 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, thou
hast a fine forehead.

13

III,1,1594

Pandarus. Ay, you may, you may.

Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will undo us all.
O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid!

14

III,1,1613

Pandarus. In good troth, it begins so.
[Sings]
Love, love, nothing but love, still more!
For, O, love's bow
Shoots buck and doe:
The shaft confounds,
Not that it wounds,
But tickles still the sore.
These lovers cry Oh! oh! they die!
Yet that which seems the wound to kill,
Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he!
So dying love lives still:
Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha!
Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha!
Heigh-ho!

Helen. In love, i' faith, to the very tip of the nose.

15

III,1,1625

Paris. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the
gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed to-day,
but my Nell would not have it so. How chance my
brother Troilus went not?

Helen. He hangs the lip at something: you know all, Lord Pandarus.

16

III,1,1630

Pandarus. Farewell, sweet queen.

Helen. Commend me to your niece.

17

III,1,1641

Paris. They're come from field: let us to Priam's hall,
To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you
To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles,
With these your white enchanting fingers touch'd,
Shall more obey than to the edge of steel
Or force of Greekish sinews; you shall do more
Than all the island kings,—disarm great Hector.

Helen. 'Twill make us proud to be his servant, Paris;
Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty
Gives us more palm in beauty than we have,
Yea, overshines ourself.