Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Val. Here can I sit alone, vn‑seene of any,
Val. And to the Nightingales complaining Notes
Val. Tune my distrestes, and record my woes.
Val. O thou that dost inhabit in my brest,
Val. Leaue not the Mansion so long Tenant‑lesse,
Val. Lest growing ruinous, the building fall
Val. And leaue no memory of what it was,
Val. Repair me with thy presence, Siluia:
Val. Thou gentle Nimph, cherish thy for‑lorne swaine.
Val. What hallowing, and what stir is this to day?
Val. These are my mates, that make their wills their Law,
Val. Haue some vnhappy passenger in chace;
Val. They loue me well: yet I haue much to doe
Val. To keepe them from vnciuill outrages.
Val. Withdraw thee Valentine: who's this comes heere?
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Madam, this seruice I haue done for you
Pro. (Though you respect not aught your seruant doth)
Pro. To hazard life, and reskew you from him,
Pro. That would haue forc'd your honour, and your loue,