Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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,
Sil. That I despise thee, for thy wrongfull suite;
Sil. And by and by intend to chide my selfe,
Sil. Euen for this time I spend in talking to thee.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. I grant (sweet loue), that I did loue a Lady,
Pro. But she is dead.
Iu. Iu.
Iu. 'Twere false, if I should speake it;
Iu. For I am sure she is not buried.
Sil. Sil.
Sil. Say that she be: yet Valentine thy friend
Sil. Suruiues; to whom (thy selfe art witnesse)
Sil. I am betroth'd; and art thou not asham'd