Have patience, gentle Julia.

I must, where is no remedy.

When possibly I can, I will return.

If you turn not, you will return the sooner.
Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake.

Why then, we'll make exchange; here, take you this.

And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.

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!
What, gone without a word?
Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;
For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.

Sir Proteus, you are stay'd for.

Go; I come, I come.
Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb.