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cended into perjury, to love me. Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou'dst two, 50 And that's far worse than none; better have none Than plural faith which is too much by one: Thou counterfeit to thy true friend! _Pro._ In love Who respects friend? _Sil._ All men but Proteus. _Pro._ Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words 55 Can no way change you to a milder form, I'll woo you like a soldier, at arms' end, And love you 'gainst the nature of love,--force ye. _Sil._ O heaven! _Pro._ I'll force thee yield to my desire. _Val._ Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch, 60 Thou friend of an ill fashion! _Pro._ Valentine! _Val._ Thou common friend, that's without faith or love, For such is a friend now; treacherous man! Thou hast beguiled my hopes; nought but mine eye Could have persuaded me: now I dare not say 65 I have one friend alive; thou wouldst disprove me. Who should be trusted now, when one's right hand Is perjured to the bosom? Proteus, I am sorry I must never trust thee more, But count the world a stranger for thy sake. 70 The private wound is deepest: O time most accurst, 'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst! _Pro._ My shame and guilt confounds me. Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow Be a sufficient ransom for offence, 75 I tender 't here; I do as truly suffer As e'er I did commit. _Val._ Then I am paid; And once again I do receive thee honest. Who by repentance is not satisfied Is nor of heaven nor earth, for these are pleased. 80 By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeased: And, that my love may appear plain and free, All that was mine in Silvia I give thee. _Jul._ O me unhappy! [_Swoons._ _Pro._ Look to the boy. 85 _Val._ Why, boy! why, wag! how now! what's the matter? Look up; speak. _Jul._ O good sir, my master charged me to deliver a ring to Madam Silvia, which, out of my neglect, was never done. 90 _Pro._ Where is that ring, boy? _Jul._ Here 'tis; this is it. _Pro._ How! let me see: Why, this is the ring I gave to Julia. _Jul._ O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook: This is t
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