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.

Pandarus. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen. Fair

prince, here is good broken music.

Paris. You have broke it, cousin: and, by my life, you

shall make it whole again; you shall piece it out

with a piece of your performance. Nell, he is full

of harmony.

Pandarus. Truly, lady, no.

Helen. O, sir,---

Pandarus. Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude.

Paris. Well said, my lord! well, you say so in fits.

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,