Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Val. Val.
Val. Ruffian: let go that rude vnciuill touch,
Val. Thou friend of an ill fashion.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Ualentine.
Val. Thou cōmoncommon friend, that's without faith or loue,
Val. For such is a friend now: treacherous man,
Val. Thou hast beguil'd my hopes; nought but mine eye
Val. Could have perswaded me: now I dare not say
Val. I haue one friend aliue: thou wouldst disproue me:
Val. Who should be trusted, when ones right hand
Val. Is periured to the bosome? Protheus
Val. I am sorry I must neuer trust thee more,
Val. But count the world a stranger for thy sake:
Val. The priuate wound is deepest: oh time, most accurst:
Val. 'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst?
Pro. My shame and guilt confounds me;
Pro. Forgiue me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow