Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. In Loue,
Pro. Who respects friend?
Sil. Sil.
Sil. All men but Protheus.
Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of mouing words
Pro. Can no way change you to a milder forme;
Pro. Ile wooe you like a Souldier, at armes end,
Pro. And loue you 'gainst the nature of Loue: force ye.
Sil. Oh heauen.
Pro. Ile force thee yeeld to my desire.