Should weep again.
Guen. Let go her hand now, Austin!
Wait for me. Pace the gallery and think
On the world's seemings and realities,
Until I call you. [Austin goes.
Mil. No—I cannot weep.
No more tears from this brain—no sleep—no tears!
O Guendolen, I love you!
Guen. Yes: and "love"
Is a short word that says so very much!