There was never a truer rhyme. Let us cast away nothing, 20 for we may live to have need of such a verse: we see it, we see it. How now, lambs! _Tro._ Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity,[1936] That the blest gods, as angry with my fancy, More bright in zeal than the devotion which 25 Cold lips blow to their deities, take thee from me.[1937] _Cres._ Have the gods envy? _Pan._ Ay, ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a case.[1938] _Cres._ And is it true that I must go from Troy? _Tro._ A hateful truth. _Cres._ What, and from Troilus too? 30 _Tro._ From Troy and Troilus. _Cres._ Is it possible?[1939] _Tro._ And suddenly; where injury of chance[1940] Puts back leave-taking, justles roughly by[1941] All time of pause, rudely beguiles our lips Of all rejoindure, forcibly prevents 35 Our lock'd embrasures, strangles our dear vows[1942] Even in the birth of our own labouring breath: We two, that with so many thousand sighs Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves[1943] With the rude brevity and discharge of one.[1944] 40 Injurious time now with a robber's haste[1945] Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how: As many farewells as be stars in heaven, With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to them, He fumbles up into a loose adieu,[1946] 45 And scants us with a single famish'd kiss, Distasted with the salt of broken tears.[1947] _Æneas._ [_Within_] My lord, is the lady ready?[1948] _Tro._ Hark! you are call'd: some say the Genius so[1949] Cries 'Come!' to him that instantly must die.[1949] 50 Bid them have patience; she shall come anon. _Pan._ Where are my tears? rain, to lay this wind, or my[1950] heart will be blown up by the root. [_Exit._[1950][1951] _Cres._ I must then to the Grecians?[1952] _Tro._ No remedy.[1953] _Cres._ A woeful Cressid 'mongst the merry Greeks![1954] 55 When shall we see again?[1955] _Tro._ Hear me, my love: be thou but true of heart.[1955][1956] _Cres._ I true! how now! what wicked deem is this? _Tro._ Nay, we must use expostulation kindly,[1957] For it is parting from us:[1957] 60 I speak not 'be thou true,' as fearing thee; For I will throw my glove to Death himself, That there's no maculation in thy heart:[1958] But 'be thou true' say I, to fashion in My sequent protestation; be thou true,[1959] 65 And I will see thee.[1959] _Cres._ O, you shall be exposed, my lord, to dangers As infinite as imminent: but I'll be true. _Tro._ And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear this sleeve.[1960]