Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Two Gentlemen of Verona/Act 2 Scene 2

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Enter Protheus, Iulia, Panthion.
Pro.Haue patience, gentle Iulia:
Iul.I must where is no remedy.
Pro.When possibly I can, I will returne.
Iul.If you turne not: you will return the sooner:Keepe this remembrance for thy Iulia's sake
Pro.Why then wee'll make exchange;Here, take you this.
Iul.And seale the bargaine with a holy kisse.
Pro.Here is my hand, for my true constancie:And when that howre ore-slips me in the day,Wherein I sigh not (Iulia) for thy sake,The next ensuing howre, some foule mischanceTorment me for my Loues forgetfulnesse:My father staies my comming: answere not:The tide is now; nay, not thy tide of teares,That tide will stay me longer then I should,Iulia, farewell: what, gon without a word?I, so true loue should doe: it cannot speake,For truth hath better deeds, then words to grace it.
Panth.Sir Protheus: you are staid for.
Pro.Goe: I come, I come:Alas, this parting strikes poore Louers dumbe.Exeunt.