CRESSIDA.
[Embracing him.] O Troilus! Troilus!
PANDARUS.
What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me embrace too. ‘O heart,’ as the goodly saying is,—
O heart, heavy heart,
Why sigh’st thou without breaking?
where he answers again
Because thou canst 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!
TROILUS.
Cressid, I love thee in so strain’d a purity
That the bless’d gods, as angry with my fancy,
More bright in zeal than the devotion which
Cold lips blow to their deities, take thee from me.
CRESSIDA.
Have the gods envy?
PANDARUS.
Ay, ay, ay, ay; ’tis too plain a case.
CRESSIDA.
And is it true that I must go from Troy?