Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sil. I am very loath to be your Idoll, sir;
Sil. But since your falsehood shall become you well
Sil. To worship shadows and adore false shapes,
Sil. Send to me in the morning, and ile send it;
Sil. And so, good rest.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. As wretches have ore‑night
Pro. That wait for execution in the morne.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. Host, will you goe?
Ho. Ho.
Ho. By my hallidome, I was fast asleepe.
Iul. Pray you, where lies Sir Protheus?
Ho. Marry, at my house:
Ho. Trust me, I think 'tis almost day.
Iul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night
Iul. That ere I watch'd, and the most heauiest.