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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