Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pro. When to her beauty I commend my vowes,
Pro. She bids me thinke how I haue bin forsworne
Pro. In breaking faith with Iulia, whom I lou'd;
Pro. And notwithstanding all her sodaine quips,
Pro. The least whereof would quell a louers hope:
Pro. Yet (Spaniel‑like) the more she spurnes my loue,
Pro. The more it growes and fawneth on her still;
Pro. But here comes Thurio; now must we to her window,
Pro. And giue some euening Musique to her eare.
Th. Th.
Th. How now, sir Protheus, are you crept before vs?
Pro. Pro.
Pro. I gentle Thurio, for you know that loue
Pro. Will creep in service, where it cannot goe.
Th. I, but I hope, Sir, that you loue not here.
Pro. Sir, but I doe: or else I would be hence.
Th. Who, Siluia?