PANDARUS
[Sings]
Love, love, nothing but love, still love, still more!
For, O, love’s bow shoots buck and doe.
The shaft confounds not that it wounds,
But tickles still the sore.
These lovers cry, O ho! they die!
Yet that which seems the wound to kill
Doth turn O ho! to Ha, ha, he!
So dying love lives still.
— TROILUS & CRESSIDA 111-118
