John Dryden

“ And in my wretched case, 'twill be more just,
Not to have promised, than deceive your trust
Know, if I live once more to see the town,
In bright Cydaria's arms my love I'll crown.
Cort. In spite of that, I give thee liberty,
And with thy person leave thy honour free;
But to thy wishes move a speedy pace,
Or death will soon o'ertake thee in the chase.—
To arms, to arms; fate shows my love the way,
I'll force the city on thy nuptial day. ”