24152283Troy. A hatefull truth.

24162284Cres. What and from Troylus to?

24172285Troy. From Troy, and Troylus.

24182286Cress. Is't possible?

24192287Troy. And suddenly, where iniury of chance

24202288Puts back, leaue taking, iussles roughly by:

24212289All time of pause: rudely beguiles our lippes

24222290Of all reioyndure: forcibly preuents

24232291Our lock't embrasures, strangles our dere vowes,

24242292Euen in the birth of our owne laboring breath:

24252293We two that with so many thousand sighes,

24262294Did buy each other, must poorely sell ourselues:

24272295With the rude breuity, and discharge of one,

24282296Iniurious time now with a robbers hast,

24292297Cram's his ritch theeu'ry vp hee knowes not how.

24302298As many farewells as be starres in heauen.

24312299With distinct breath, and consignde kisses to them,

24322300He fumbles vp into a loose adewe:

24332301And skants vs with a single famisht kisse,

24342302Distasted 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 instantly must 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 must then to the Grecians.

24422310Troy. No remedy?

24432311Cress. A wofull Cressid 'mongst the merry Greekes,

24442312When shall we see againe.

24452313Troy. Here mee loue? be thou but true of heart.

24462314Cres. I true? how now? what wicked deme is this?

24472315Troy. Nay we must vse expostulation kindely,

24482316For it is parting from vs.

24492317I speake not be thou true as fearing thee.

24502318For I will throw my gloue to death himselfe,

24512319That there is no maculation in thy heart:

24522320But bee thou true say I to fashion in,