As many farewells as the stars in heaven,
With distinct breath and consigned kisses to them,
He fumbles up into a loose adieu;
And scants us with a single famished kiss,
Distasted with the salt of broken tears.
Troilus and Cressida, iv. 4.
(Headquarters of the Grecian camp. Enter Diomed with Cressida.)
Agamemnon. Is this the lady Cressid?