us with cares all the day,
Yet he sweetens, he sweetens our pains in the taking;
There's an hour at the last, there's an hour to repay._

II.

_In every possessing,
The ravishing blessing,
In every possessing, the fruit of our pain,
Poor lovers forget long ages of anguish,
Whate'er they have suffered and done to obtain;
'Tis a pleasure, a pleasure to sigh and to languish,
When we hope, when we hope to be happy again._

_Pand._ Put up, and vanish; they are coming out: What a ferrup, will
you play when the dance is done? I say, vanish. [_Exit music._
[_Peeping._] Good, i'faith! good, i'faith! what, hand in hand--a fair
quarrel, well ended! Do, do, walk him, walk him;--a good girl, a
discreet girl: I see she will make the most of him.

_Enter_ TROILUS _and_ CRESSIDA.

_Troil._ Farewell, my life! leave me, and back to bed:
Sleep seal those pretty eyes,
And tie thy senses in as soft a band,
As infants void of thought.

_Pand._ [_Shewing himself._] How now, how now; how go matters? Hear
you, maid, hear you; where's my cousin Cressida?

_Cres._ Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle:
You bring me to do ill, and then you jeer me!

_Pand._ What ill have I brought you to do? Say what, if you dare
now?--My lord, have I brought her to do ill?

_Cres._ Come, come,--beshrew your heart, you'll neither be good
yourself, nor suffer others.

_Pand._ Alas, poor wench! alas, poor devil! Has not slept to-night?
would a'not, a naughty man, let it sleep one twinkle? A bugbear take
him!

_Cres._ [_Knock within._]
Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see:--
My lord, come you again into my chamber.--
You smile and mock, as if I meant naughtily!

_Troil._ Indeed, indeed!

_Cres._ Come, you're deceived; I think of no such thing.--
[_Knock again._
How earnestly they knock! Pray, come in: I would
not for all Troy you were seen here. [_Exeunt_ TROIL. _and_ CRES.

_Pand._ Who's there? What's the matter?
Will you beat down the house there!

_Enter_ HECTOR.

_Hect._ Good morrow, my lord Pandarus; good morrow!

_Pand._ Who's there? prince Hector! What news with you so early?

_Hect._ Is not my brother Troilus here?

_Pand._ Here! what should he do here?

_Hect._ Come, he is here, my lord; do not deny him:
It does import him much to speak with me.

_Pand._ Is he here, say you? It is more than I know, I