_Par_. It is great morning; and the hour prefix’d
For her delivery to this valiant Greek
Comes fast upon. Good my brother Troylus,
Tell you the lady what she is to do
And haste her to the purpose.
_Troy_. Walk into her house.
I’ll bring her to the Grecian presently;
And to his hand when I deliver her,
Think it an altar, and thy brother Troylus
A priest, there off’ring to it his own heart.
Exit
_Par_. I know what ’tis to love,
And would, as I shall pity, I could help!
Please you walk in, my lords.
Exeunt