ACT II. SCENE II. 

Have patience, gentle Julia.

When possibly I can, I will return.

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

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.

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