g into his arms._

_Pand._ What a pair of spectacles is here! let me embrace too. _Oh,
heart,_--as the saying is,--
_--o heart, o heavy heart,
Why sigh'st thou without breaking!_
Where he answers again,
_Because thou can'st not ease thy smart,
By friendship nor by speaking._
There was never a truer rhyme: let us cast away nothing, for we may
live to have need of such a verse; we see it, we see it.--How now,
lambs?

_Troil._ Cressid, I love thee with so strange a purity,
That the blest gods, angry with my devotions,
More bright in zeal than that I pay their altars,
Will take thee from my sight.

_Cres._ Have the gods envy?

_Pand._ Ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a case!

_Cres._ And is it true, that I must go from Troy?

_Troil._ A hateful truth.

_Cres._ What, and from Troilus too?

_Troil._ From Troy and Troilus,--and suddenly;
So suddenly, 'tis counted out by minutes.

_Cres._ What, not an hour allowed for taking leave?

_Troil._ Even that's bereft us too: Our envious fates
Jostle betwixt, and part the dear adieus
Of meeting lips, clasped hands, and locked embraces.

_AEneas._ [_Within._] My lord, is the lady ready yet?

_Troil._ Hark, you are called!--Some say, the genius so
Cries,--Come, to him who instantly must die.

_Pand._ Where are my tears? some rain to lay this wind,
Or my heart will be blown up by the roots!

_Troil._ Hear me, my love! be thou but true, like me.

_Cres._ I true! how now, what wicked thought is this?

_Troil._ Nay, we must use expostulation kindly,
For it is parting from us.
I spoke not, be thou true, as fearing thee;
But be thou true, I said, to introduce
My following protestation,--be thou true,
And I will see thee.

_Cres._ You'll be exposed to dangers.

_Troil._ I care not; but be true.

_Cres._ Be true, again?

_Troil._ Hear why I speak it, love.
The Grecian youths are full of Grecian arts:
Alas! a kind of holy jealousy,
Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin,
Makes me afraid how far you may be tempted.

_Cres._ O heavens, you love me not!

_Troil._ Die I a villain then!
In this I do not call your faith in question,
But my own merit.

_Cres._ Fear not; I'll be true.

_Troil._ Then, fate, thy worst! for I will see thee, love;
Not all the Grecian host shall keep me out,
Nor Troy, though walled with fire, should hold me in.

_AEneas._ [_Within._] My lord, my lord Troilus! I must call you.

_Pand._ A mischief call him! nothing but scr