Sir T. There's menace there!
Lady S. Why can't I hear it say,
"Since Warwick Groom plays Troilus"? … Can't we die
At once? If you would only care to die!
I should be glad to die: I am very tired.
Sir T. If failure rings the curtain down, perhaps
That way as well as any.
Lady S. Will you promise?
Sir T. No; I'll not promise! A thousand things may chance.
Lady S. A thousand things? Yes; should a foe of yours
Or Warwick's—Tristram, they may drown his wits
In all good fellowship! Then where are we?
Will you not go and guard him?
Sir T. Presently.
I have a thing to settle in my mind.
Lady S. May I go, Tristram?
Sir T. If you think it well.
Lady S. Oh, better than well, I think it.