Cal. For this time, friend, or here begin our ruins;
We are both miserable.
Lis. This is some comfort
In my afflictions; they are so full already,
They can find no encrease.
Cal. Dear, speak no more.
Lis. You must be silent then.
Cal. Farewel, Lisander, thou joy of man, farewel.
Lis. Farewel, bright Lady,
Honour of woman-kind, a heavenly blessing.
Cal. Be ever honest.
Lis. I will be a dog else;
The vertues of your mind I'll make my Library,
In which I'll study the celestial beauty;
Your Constancy, my Armour that I'll fight in;
And on my Sword your Chastity shall sit,
Terrour to rebel bloud.
Cal. Once more, farewel; [Noise within.
O that my modesty cou'd hold you still, Sir—he comes again.
Lis. Heaven keep my hand from murther,
Murther of him I love.