Who know too well the fount from which they flow?
Por. I only know you weep—no more than that.
Ser. Yet ’tis the seeing you again, again
Unlocks them—is it that you do resent
The discontinuance of our early love,
And that you will not understand me?
Por. Nay,—
What can I say?
Ser. Let us be quite alone.
Por. Julia, leave us.