Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. 'Tis pitty Loue, should be so contrary;
Iul. And thinking on it makes me cry alas.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Well: giue her that Ring, and therewithall
Pro. This Letter: that's her chamber: Tell my Lady
Pro. I claime the promise for her heauenly Picture:
Pro. Your message done, hye home vnto my chamber,
Pro. Where thou shalt finde me sad, and solitarie.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. How many women would doe such a message?
Iul. Alas poore Protheus, thou hast entertain'd
Iul. A Foxe to be the Shepheard of thy Lambs;
Iul. Alas, poore foole, why doe I pitty him
Iul. That with his very heart despiseth me?
Iul. Because he loues her, he despiseth me;
Iul. Because I loue him, I must pitty him.
Iul. This Ring I gaue him, when he parted from me,
Iul. To binde him to remember my good will:
Iul. And now am I (vnhappy Messenger)
Iul. To plead for that, which I would not obtaine;