There’s many a heart that quicker beats and leaps
To hear my name.
Mar.Thinkest thou still of them?
They love thee not.
Pal.Not?
Mar.Nay; the thousandth part
Of my love dealt among them were enough
To make each man a hero. Now they are brave
Only to cheer thee on: and I that love thee,
And love but thee, shall lose thee.