_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, you are stay'd for. _Pro._ Go; I come, I come. 20 Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. [_Exeunt._ Notes: II, 2. 5: [Giving a ring] Rowe. 16: [Exit Julia] Rowe. 20: _I come, I come_] _I come_ Pope. SCENE III. _The same. A street._ _Enter LAUNCE, leading a dog._