The history
24192287Troy. And
suddenly, where iniury of chance
24202288Puts back, leaue taking, iu
ssles roughly by
: 24212289All time of pau
se: rudely beguiles our lippes
24222290Of all reioyndure: forcibly preuents
24232291Our lock't embra
sures,
strangles our dere vowes,
24242292Euen in the birth of our owne laboring breath:
24252293We two that with
so many thou
sand
sighes,
24262294Did buy each other, mu
st poorely
sell our
selues
: 24272295With the rude breuity, and di
scharge of one,
24282296Iniurious time now with a robbers ha
st,
24292297Cram's his ritch theeu'ry vp hee knowes not how.
24302298As many farewells as be
starres in heauen.
24312299With di
stin
ct breath, and con
signde ki
sses to them,
24322300He fumbles vp into a loo
se adewe:
24332301And skants vs with a
single fami
sht ki
sse,
24342302Di
sta
sted with the
salt of broken teares.
24352303AEneas within. My Lord is the Lady ready
? 24362304Troy. Harke, you are call'd,
some
say the
Genius 24372305Cries
so to him that in
stantly mu
st die,
24382306Bid them haue pacience
she
shall come anon.
24392307Pan. Where are my teares raine to lay this winde, or my
24402308heart wilbe blowne vp by my throate.
24412309Cress. I mu
st then to the Grecians.
24432311Cress. A wofull C
ressid 'mong
st the merry Greekes,
24452313Troy. Here mee loue
? be thou but true of heart.
24462314Cres. I true? how now? what wicked deme is this?
24472315Troy. Nay we mu
st v
se expo
stulation kindely,
24492317I
speake not be thou true as fearing thee.
24502318For I will throw my gloue to death him
selfe,
24512319That there is no maculation in thy heart:
24522320But bee thou true
say I to fa
shion in,
My