Troilus and Cressida [with Biographical Introduction]

by William Shakespeare

PANDARUS. Friend, we understand not one another: I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning. At whose request do these men play? SERVANT. That's to't, indeed, sir. Marry, sir, at the request of Paris my lord, who is there in person; with him the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's invisible soul— PANDARUS. Who, my cousin, Cressida?