Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lau. Sir, there is a proclamation, yt you are vanished.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. That thou art banish'd: oh that's the newes,
Pro. From hence, from Siluia, and from me thy friend.
Val. Val.
Val. Oh, I haue fed vpon this woe already,
Val. And now excesse of it will make me surfet.
Val. Doth Siluia know that I am banish'd?
Pro. I, I: and she hath offered to the doome
Pro. (Which vn‑reuerst stands in effectuall force)
Pro. A Sea of melting pearle, which some call teares;
Pro. Thoseat her fathers churlish feete she tenderd,
Pro. With them vpon her knees, her humble selfe,
Pro. Wringing her hands, whose whitenes so became them,
Pro. As if but now they waxed pale for woe:
Pro. But neither bended knees, pure hands held vp,
Pro. Sad sighes, deepe grones, nor siluer‑shedding teares
Pro. Could penetrate her vncompassionate Sire;
Pro. But Valentine, if he be tane, must die.