Iul. If I do so, it will be of more price,
Being spoke behind your backe, then to your face
Par. Poore soule, thy face is much abus'd with teares
Iul. The teares haue got small victorie by that:
For it was bad inough before their spight
Pa. Thou wrong'st it more then teares with that report
Iul. That is no slaunder sir, which is a truth,
And what I spake, I spake it to thy face
Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slaundred it
Iul. It may be so, for it is not mine owne.
Are you at leisure, Holy Father now,
Or shall I come to you at euening Masse?
Fri. My leisure serues me pensiue daughter now.
My Lord you must intreat the time alone
Par. Godsheild: I should disturbe Deuotion,
Iuliet, on Thursday early will I rowse yee,
Till then adue, and keepe this holy kisse.
Exit Paris.
Iul. O shut the doore, and when thou hast done so,
Come weepe with me, past hope, past care, past helpe