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 the 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, farewell.—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 Panthino.

Pant.
Sir Proteus, you are stay'd for.

Pro.
Go; I come, I come.—
Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. [Exeunt.

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