Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duk. Thanke me for this, more then for all the fauors
Duk. Which (all too‑much) I haue bestowed on thee.
Duk. But if thou linger in my Territories
Duk. Longer then swiftest expedition
Duk. Will giue thee time to leaue our royall Court,
Duk. By heauen, my wrath shall farre exceed the loue
Duk. I euer bore my daughter, or thy selfe.
Duk. Be gone, I will not heare thy vaine excuse,
Duk. But as thou lou'st thy life, make speed from hence.
Val. Val.
Val. And why not death, rather then liuing torment?
Val. To die, is to be banisht from my selfe,
Val. And Siluia is my selfe: banish'd from her
Val. Is selfe from selfe. A deadly banishment:
Val. What light, is light, if Siluia be not seene?
Val. What ioy is ioy, if Siluia be not by?
Val. Vnlesse it be to thinke that she is by
Val. And feed vpon the shadow of perfection.
Val. Except I be by Siluia in the night,
Val. There is no musicke in the Nightingale.