Troilus and Cressida [with Biographical Introduction]

by William Shakespeare

PANDARUS. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that shall it 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! PANDARUS. What says my sweet queen, my very very sweet queen? PARIS. What exploit's in hand? Where sups he to-night? HELEN. Nay, but, my lord— PANDARUS. What says my sweet queen?-My cousin will fall out with you.