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.