Speeches (Lines) for Helen in "Troilus and Cressida"

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# Act, Scene, Line Speech text
1 III, 1, 1539
  • Dear lord, you are full of fair words.
  • Dear lord, you are full of fair words.
  • 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
  • O, sir,--
  • O, sir,--
  • Pandarus. Truly, lady, no.

    Helen. O, sir,--

3 III, 1, 1552
  • Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll hear you
    sing, certainly.
  • Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll hear you
    sing, certainly.
  • 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
  • My Lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,--
  • My Lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,--
  • 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
  • You shall not bob us out of our melody: if you do,
    our melancholy upon your...
  • You shall not bob us out of our melody: if you do,
    our melancholy upon your head!
  • 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
  • And to make a sweet lady sad is a sour offence.
  • And to make a sweet lady sad is a sour offence.
  • 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
  • My Lord Pandarus,--
  • My Lord Pandarus,--
  • 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
  • Nay, but, my lord,--
  • Nay, but, my lord,--
  • Paris. What exploit's in hand? where sups he to-night?

    Helen. Nay, but, my lord,--

9 III, 1, 1583
  • Why, this is kindly done.
  • Why, this is kindly done.
  • 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
  • She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my lord Paris.
  • She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my lord Paris.
  • 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
  • Falling in, after falling out, may make them three.
  • Falling in, after falling out, may make them three.
  • 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
  • Ay, ay, prithee now. By my troth, sweet lord, thou
    hast a fine forehead.
  • Ay, ay, prithee now. By my troth, sweet lord, thou
    hast a fine forehead.
  • 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
  • Let thy song be love: this love will undo us all.
    O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid!
  • Let thy song be love: this love will undo us all.
    O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid!
  • 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
  • In love, i' faith, to the very tip of the nose.
  • In love, i' faith, to the very tip of the nose.
  • 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
  • He hangs the lip at something: you know all, Lord Pandarus.
  • He hangs the lip at something: you know all, Lord Pandarus.
  • 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
  • Commend me to your niece.
  • Commend me to your niece.
  • Pandarus. Farewell, sweet queen.

    Helen. Commend me to your niece.

17 III, 1, 1641
  • 'Twill make us proud to be his servant, Paris;
    Yea, what he shall receive of...
  • '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.
  • 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.

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