Act 3 - Scene 2
The same. Pandarus' orchard.
Enter PANDARUS and Troilus's Boy, meeting
How now! where's thy master? at my cousin
No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him thither.
O, here he comes.
How now, how now!
Sirrah, walk off.
Have you seen my cousin?
No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door,
Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks
Staying for waftage.
O, be thou my Charon,
And give me swift transportance to those fields
Where I may wallow in the lily-
Proposed for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus,
From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings
fly with me to Cressid!
Walk here i' the orchard, I'll bring her straight.
I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
The imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense: what
will it be,
When that the watery palate tastes indeed
Love's thrice repured nectar? death, I fear me,
destruction, or some joy too fine,
Too subtle-potent, tuned too sharp in sweetness,
For the capacity of my
I fear it much; and I do fear besides,
That I shall lose distinction in my joys;
As doth a battle,
when they charge on heaps
The enemy flying.
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