For love's almighty sake,—but 'twas to save
His life. Ah, me, his life that sav�d thus
Abates all value and becomes as clay.
Meth. Sweet mistress!
The. O, O me!
Meth. Stay this hot flood.
Tears bring no lover back. Ay, not though maids
Should weep until their cheeks were but a mead
For two salt brooks to play.
The. O, leave me!