_Speed._ I'll warrant you, 'tis as well:
For often have you writ to her; and she, in modesty,
Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply;
Or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind discover, 155
Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her lover.
All this I speak in print, for in print I found it. Why muse
you, sir? 'tis dinner-time.

_Val._ I have dined.

_Speed._ Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon 160
Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by
my victuals, and would fain have meat. O, be not like
your mistress; be moved, be moved. [_Exeunt._

Notes: II, 1.

19: _had_] _hath_ Collier MS.
21: _buried_] F1. _lost_ F2 F3 F4.
27: _you are_] _you are so_ Collier MS.
32: _Without you?_] _Without you!_ Dyce.
33: _would_] _would be_ Collier MS.
41: _my_] F1 F2. om. F3 F4.
68, 69: See note (IV).
76: _set,_] _set;_ Malone.
85, 88, 91: [Aside] Capell.
91: Speed.] F1 F4. Sil. F2 F3.
96: _for_] om. F3 F4.
102: _stead_] _steed_ Ff.
106: _name it_] _name 't_ Capell. _and yet_] _yet_ Pope.
109: [Aside] Rowe.
114: _for_] _writ for_ Anon. conj.
124, 125: Printed as prose by Pope.
129: _scribe_] _the scribe_ Pope.
137: _wooes_] _woes_ Ff. (IV. ii. 138. _woe_ F1. _wooe_ F2 F3 F4.)
149: _there_] F1. _there's_ F2 F3 F4.

SCENE II. _Verona. JULIA'S house._

_Enter PROTEUS and JULIA._

_Pro._ Have patience, gentle Julia.

_Jul._ I must, where is no remedy.

_Pro._ When possibly I can, I will return.

_Jul._ If you turn not, you will return the sooner.
Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake. 5
[_Giving a ring._

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

_Jul._ And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.

_Pro._ 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. 15
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._

_Pan._ Sir Proteus,