When Proteus cannot love where he's beloved.
Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love,
For whose dear
sake thou didst then rend thy faith
Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths
Descended into perjury,
to love me.
Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou'dst two;
And that's far worse than none; better have
Than plural faith which is too much by one:
Thou counterfeit to thy true friend!
Who respects friend?
All men but Proteus.
Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words
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.
I'll force thee yield to my desire.
Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch,
Thou friend of an ill fashion!
Thou common friend, that's without faith or love,
For such is a friend now; treacherous man!
beguiled my hopes; nought but mine eye
Could have persuaded me: now I dare not say
I have one friend
alive; thou wouldst disprove me.
Who should be trusted, when one's own right hand
Is perjured to the
I am sorry I must never trust thee more,
But count the world a stranger for thy sake.
private wound is deepest: O time most accurst,
'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst!
My shame and guilt confounds me.
Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow
Be a sufficient ransom for offence,
tender 't here; I do as truly suffer
As e'er I did commit.
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.
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.
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