Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pro. Why then wee'll make exchange;
Pro. Here, take you this.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. And seale the bargaine with a holy kisse.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Here is my hand, for my true constancie:
Pro. And when that howre oerslips me in the day,
Pro. Wherein I sigh not (Iulia) for thy sake,
Pro. The next ensuing howre, some foule mischance
Pro. Torment me for my Loues forgetfulnesse:
Pro. My father staies my coming; answere not:
Pro. The tide is now; nay, not thy tide of teares,
Pro. That tide will stay me longer then I should,
Pro. Iulia, farewell: what, gon without a word?
Pro. I, so true loue should doe: it cannot speake,
Pro. For truth hath better deeds, then words to grace it.
Panth. Panth.
Panth. Sir Protheus: you are staid for.
Pro. Goe: I come, I come: