Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pro. One (Lady) if you knew his pure hearts truth,
Pro. You would quickly learne to know him by his voice.
Sil. Sil.
Sil. Sir Protheus, as I take it.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Sir Protheus (gentle Lady) and your Seruant.
Sil. What's your will?
Pro. That I may compasse yours.
Sil. You haue your wish: my will is euen this,
Sil. That presently you hie you home to bed:
Sil. Thou subtile, periur'd, false, disloyall man:
Sil. Think'st thou I am so shallow, so conceitlesse,
Sil. To be seduced by thy flattery,
Sil. That has't deceiu'd so many with thy vowes?
Sil. Returne, returne, and make thy loue amends:
Sil. For me (by this pale queene of night I sweare)
Sil. I am so farre from granting thy request,