I come to speak with Paris

Pandarus
I come to speak with Paris
from the Prince Troilus. I will make a complimental
assault upon him, for my business seethes.
Man
Sodden business! There’s a stewed phrase indeed.
 Enter Paris and Helen with Attendants.
Pandarus
Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair
company! Fair desires in all fair measure fairly
guide them!—Especially to you, fair queen, fair
thoughts be your fair pillow!

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

Helen
Dear lord, you are full of fair words.
Pandarus
You speak your fair pleasure, sweet
queen.—Fair prince, here is good broken music.
Paris
You have broke it, cousin, and, by my life, you
shall make it whole again; you shall piece it out
with a piece of your performance.
Helen
He is full of harmony.
Pandarus
Truly, lady, no.
Helen
O, sir—
Pandarus
Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude.
Paris
Well said, my lord; well, you say so in fits.
Pandarus
I have business to my lord, dear queen.—
My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word?
Helen
Nay, this shall not hedge us out. We’ll hear you
sing, certainly.
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!
Pandarus
Sweet queen, sweet queen, that’s a sweet
queen, i’ faith—
Helen
And to make a sweet lady sad is a sour offence.
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?