$Unique_ID{SSP00205}
$Title{The Two Gentlemen of Verona:  Act II, Scene II}
$Author{Shakespeare, William}
$Subject{}
$Log{Dramatis Personae*00200.txt}

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                   The Complete Works of William Shakespeare

                          THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA


            ACT II
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          SCENE II:  Verona.  JULIA'S house.
.  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

                     {Enter PROTEUS and JULIA.}

           PROTEUS:  Have patience, gentle Julia.

             JULIA:  I must, where is no remedy.

           PROTEUS:  When possibly I can, I will return.

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

                     [Giving a ring.]

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

             JULIA:  And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.

           PROTEUS:  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,                10
                     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.}

          PANTHINO:  Sir Proteus, you are stay'd for.

           PROTEUS:  Go; I come, I come.                                     20
                     Alas!  this parting strikes poor lovers dumb.

                     [Exeunt.]
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