Pro.
Have Patience, gentle Julia.

Jul.
I must, where is no Remedy.

Pro.
When possibly I can, I will return.

Jul.
If you turn not, you will return the sooner:
Keep this Remembrance for thy Julia's sake. [Giving a Ring.

Pro.
Why then we'll make Exchange;
Here, take you this.

Jul.
And seal this Bargain with a holy Kiss.

Pro.
Here is my Hand for my true Constancy:
And when that Hour o'er-slips me in the Day,
Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,

The next ensuing Hour some foul Mischance
Torment me, for my Love's Forgetfulness.
My Father stays my coming; answer not:
The Tide is now; nay, not thy Tide of Tears;
That Tide will stay me longer than I should: [Exit Julia.
Julia, farewel. What! gone without a Word?
Ay, so true Love should do; it cannot speak;
For Truth hath better Deeds than Words to grace it. Enter Panthion.

Pan.
Sir Protheus, you are staid for.

Pro.
Go; I come, I come;
Alas! this Parting strikes poor Lovers dumb. [Exeunt.

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