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Enter Proteus, Julia.

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’erslips 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.

Julia, farewell!

[Exit Julia.]

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.

Pan.

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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