Troilus and Cressida [with Biographical Introduction]

by William Shakespeare

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. PANDARUS. Ay, you may, you may. HELEN. Let thy song be love. This love will undo us all. O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid!