Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Val. Pardon me (Protheus) all I can is nothing,
Val. To her, whose worth, make other worthies nothing;
Val. Shee is alone.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Then let her alone.
Val. Val.
Val. Not for the world: why man, she is mine owne,
Val. And I as rich in hauing such a Iewell
Val. As twenty Seas, if all their sand were pearle,
Val. The water, Nectar, and the Rocks pure gold.
Val. Forgiue me that I doe not dreame on thee,
Val. Because thou seest me doate vpon my loue:
Val. My foolish Riuall that her Father likes
Val. (Onely for his possessions are so huge)
Val. Is gone with her along, and I must after,
Val. For Loue (thou know'st is full of iealousie.)
Pro. But she loues you?
Val. I, and we are betroathd: nay more, our mariage (howre,