568Pro. Haue patience, gentle Iulia:

569Iul. I must where is no remedy.

570Pro. When possibly I can, I will returne.

571Iul. If you turne not: you will return the sooner:

572Keepe this remembrance for thy Iulia's sake.

573Pro. Why then wee'll make exchange;

574Here, take you this.

575Iul. And seale the bargaine with a holy kisse.

576Pro. Here is my hand, for my true constancie:

577And when that howre ore-slips me in the day,

578Wherein I sigh not (Iulia) for thy sake,

579The next ensuing howre, some foule mischance

580Torment me for my Loues forgetfulnesse:

581My father staies my comming: answere not:

582The tide is now; nay, not thy tide of teares,

583That tide will stay me longer then I should,

584Iulia, farewell: what, gon without a word?

585I, so true loue should doe: it cannot speake,

586For truth hath better deeds, then words to grace it.

587Panth. Sir Protheus: you are staid for.

588Pro. Goe: I come, I come:

589Alas, this parting strikes poore Louers dumbe.