PANDARUS. Well sweet queen, you are pleasant with me. But, marry, thus, my lord: my dear lord and most esteemed friend, your brother Troilus— HELEN. My Lord Pandarus, honey-sweet lord— PANDARUS. Go to, sweet queen, go to—commends himself most affectionately to you— HELEN. You shall not bob us out of our melody. If you do, our melancholy upon your head!