Par: So I am sure you will that you loue me.
Iu: And if I doe, it wilbe of more price,
Being spoke behinde your backe, than to your face.
Par: Poore soule that face is much abus'd with teares. 30
Iu: The teares haue got small victory by that,
For it was bad enough before their spite.
Par: Thou wrongst it more than teares by that report.
Iu: That is no wrong sir, that is a truth:
And what I spake I spake it to my face. 35
Par: Thy face is mine and thou hast slaundred it.
Iu: It may be so, for it is not mine owne.
Are you at leasure holy Father now:
Or shall I come to you at euening Masse?
Fr: My leasure serues me pensive daughter now. 40
My Lord we must entreate the time alone.
Par: God sheild I should disturbe deuotion,
Iuliet farwell, and keep this holy kisse.