2310Here comes the Lady to my cell,
¶Par:Welcome my loue, my Lady and my wife:
¶Iu:That may be
sir, when I may be a wife,
¶Par:That may be, mu
st be loue, on thur
sday next.
2315Iu:What mu
st be
shal be.
¶Fr:Thats a certaine text.
¶Par:What come ye to confe
ssion to the Fryer.
¶Iu:To tell you that were to confe
sse to you.
¶Par:Do not deny to him that you loue me.
2320Iul:I will confe
sse to you that I loue him,
¶Par:So I am
sure you will that you loue me.
¶Iu:And if I doe, it wilbe of more price,
¶Being
spoke behinde your backe, than to your face.
¶Par:Poore
soule thy face is much abu
s'd with teares.
2325Iu:The teares haue got
small victory by that,
¶For it was bad enough before their
spite.
¶Par:Thou wrong
st it more than teares by that report.
¶Iu:That is no wrong
sir, that is a truth:
¶And what I
spake I
spake it to my face.
2330Par:Thy face is mine and thou ha
st
slaundred it.
¶Iu:It may be
so, for it is not mine owne.
¶Are you at lea
sure holy Father now:
¶Or
shall I come to you at euening Ma
sse?
¶Fr:My lea
sure
serues me pen
siue daughter now.
2335My Lord we mu
st entreate the time alone.
¶Par:God
sheild I
should di
sturbe deuotion,
¶Iuliet farwell, and keep this holy ki
sse.
¶Iu:Goe
shut the doore and when thou ha
st done
so,
2340Come weepe with me that am pa
st cure, pa
st help,
¶Fr:Ah
Iuliet I already know thy griefe,
¶I heare thou mu
st and nothiug may proroge it,