Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Du. Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight.
Th. Th.
Th. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most,
Th. Forsworne my company and rail'd at me,
Th. That I am desperate of obtaining her.
Du. Du.
Du. This weake impresse of Loue, is as a figure
Du. Trenched in ice, which with an houres heate
Du. Dissolues to water, and doth loose his forme.
Du. A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,
Du. And worthlesse Valentine shall be forgot.
Du. How now sir Protheus, is your countriman
Du. (According to our Proclamation) gon?
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Gon, my good Lord.
Du. My daughter takes his going grieuously?
Pro. A little time (my Lord) will kill that griefe.