Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sil. Whose life's as tender to me as my soule,
Sil. And full as much (for more there cannot be)
Sil. I doe detest false periur'd Protheus:
Sil. Therefore be gone, sollicit me no more.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to death
Pro. Would I not vndergoe, for one calme looke:
Pro. Oh 'tis the curse in Loue, and still approu'd,
Pro. When women cannot loue, where they're belou'd.
Sil. Sil.
Sil. When Protheus cannot loue, where he's belou'd:
Sil. Read over Iulia's heart, (thy first best Loue)
Sil. For whose deare sake, thou didst then rend thy faith
Sil. Into a thousand oathes; and all those oathes,
Sil. Descended into periury, to loue me,
Sil. Thou hast no faith left now, vnlesse thou'dst two,
Sil. And that's farre worse than none: better haue none
Sil. Then plurall faith, which is too much by one:
Sil. Thou Counterfeyt, to thy true friend.