Troilus. Instance, O instance! strong as heaven itself! The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolv'd, and loos'd! Tro. Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be, Doth lesser blanch at sufferance than I do. Ther. The common curse of mankind,-folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue! Pan. Come, come, what need you blush? shame's a baby. Tro. We two, that with so many thousand sighs Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves With the rude brevity and discharge of one. Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one-another; I'll go look on. Act V. Scene IV. Act IV. Scene IV. |