To grant him sail and beggar me of friends,
For all my friends are corporate now in him.
[To Aristocles] Talk not of parting while you have my love.
Cold yet? Go seek my sister. She will bring
Your high look to sweet friendship's level. Go.
Yours is the only tongue can draw her from
Her tearful reticence. Tell her the stars
Will find me with her. I have news too new
For pale indifference. 'Twill rouse her wrath
Or pleasure.