Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sil. And full of new‑found oaths, which he will breake
Sil. As easily as I doe teare his paper.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. Madam, he sends your Ladiship this Ring.
Sil. Sil.
Sil. The more shame for him, that he sends it me;
Sil. For I haue heard him say a thousand times
Sil. His Iulia gave it him, at his departure:
Sil. Though his false finger have prophan'd the Ring,
Sil. Mine shall not doe his Iulia so much wrong.
Iul. She thankes you.
Sil. What sai'st thou?
Iul. I thank you Madam, that you tender her:
Iul. Poor Gentlewoman, my Master wrongs her much.
Sil. Do'st thou know her?