Speeches (Lines) for Helen
in "Troilus and Cressida"
Total: 17

1

III,1,1539

Dear lord, you are full of fair words.

2

III,1,1547

O, sir,—

3

III,1,1552

Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll hear you
sing, certainly.

4

III,1,1557

My Lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,—

5

III,1,1560

You shall not bob us out of our melody: if you do,
our melancholy upon your head!

6

III,1,1563

And to make a sweet lady sad is a sour offence.

7

III,1,1568

My Lord Pandarus,—

8

III,1,1571

Nay, but, my lord,—

9

III,1,1583

Why, this is kindly done.

10

III,1,1586

She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my lord Paris.

11

III,1,1588

Falling in, after falling out, may make them three.

12

III,1,1591

Ay, ay, prithee now. By my troth, sweet lord, thou
hast a fine forehead.

13

III,1,1594

Let thy song be love: this love will undo us all.
O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid!

14

III,1,1613

In love, i' faith, to the very tip of the nose.

15

III,1,1625

He hangs the lip at something: you know all, Lord Pandarus.

16

III,1,1630

Commend me to your niece.

17

III,1,1641

'Twill make us proud to be his servant, Paris;
Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty...