As you are absent.
Mont. By this kisse, receive
My soule for hostage, till I see my love.
Tam. The morne shall let me see you?
Mont. With the sunne140
Ile visit thy more comfortable beauties.
Tam. This is my comfort, that the sunne hath left
The whole worlds beauty ere my sunne leaves me.
Mont. Tis late night now, indeed: farewell, my light! Exit.
Tam. Farewell, my light and life! but not in him,[145]