Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1593 [c.1593-1594] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 539 words
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By thy approach thou makest me most unhappy. And me, when he approacheth to your presence Had I been ceased by a hungry Lion, I would have been a breakfast to the Beast, Rather than have false Protheus rescue me: Oh heaven be judge how I love Valentine, Whose life's as tender to me as my soul, And full as much (for more there cannot be) I do detest false perjured Protheus: Therefore be gone, solicit me no more. What dangerous action, stood it next to death Would I not undergo, for one calm look: Oh 'tis the curse in Love, and still approved When women cannot love, where they're beloved. When Protheus 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 none Then plural faith, which is too much by one: Thou Counterfeit, to thy true friend. In Love, Who respects friend? All men but Protheus. 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. Oh heaven. I'll force thee yield to my desire. Ruffian: let go that rude uncivil touch, Thou friend of an ill fashion. Valentine. 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 Can have persuaded me: now I dare not say I have one friend alive; thou wouldst disprove me: Who should be trusted, when one's right hand Is perjured to the bosom? Protheus I am sorry I must never trust thee more, But count the world a stranger for thy sake: The private wound is deepest: oh time, most accursed: '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, I tendered here: I do as truly suffer, As ere 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 th' eternals wrath's appeased: And that my love may appear plain and free, All that was mine, in Silvia, I give thee. Oh me unhappy. Look to the Boy. Why, Boy? Why wag: how now? what's the matter? look up: speak. O good sir, my master charged me to deliver a ring to Madam Silvia: which (out of my neglect) was never done. Where is that ring? boy? here 'tis: this is it. How? let me see. Why this is the ring I gave to julia. Oh, cry you mercy sir, I have mistook: This is the ring you sent to Silvia. But how cam'st thou by this ring? at my depart I gave this unto julia. And Iulia herself did give it me, And Iulia herself hath brought it hither. How? Iulia?
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By thy approach thou mak'ſt me moſt vnhappy. And me, when he approcheth to your preſence Had I beene ceazed by a hungry Lion, I would haue beene a break-faſt to the Beaſt, Rather then haue falſe Protheus reskue me: Oh heauen be iudge how I loue Valentine, Whoſe life's as tender to me as my ſoule, And full as much (for more there cannot be) I doe deteſt falſe periur'd Protheus: Therefore be gone, ſollicit me no more. What dangerous action, ſtood it next to death Would I not vndergoe, for one calme looke: Oh 'tis the curſe in Loue, and ſtill approu'd When women cannot loue, where they're belou'd. When Protheus cannot loue, where he's belou'd: Read ouer Iulia's heart, (thy firſt beſt Loue) For whoſe deare ſake, thou didſt then rend thy faith Into a thouſand oathes; and all thoſe oathes, Deſcended into periury, to loue me, Thou haſt no faith left now, vnleſſe thou'dſt two, And that's farre worſe then none: better haue none Then plurall faith, which is too much by one: Thou Counterfeyt, to thy true friend. In Loue, Who reſpects friend? All men but Protheus. Nay, if the gentle ſpirit of mouing words Can no way change you to a milder forme; Ile wooe you like a Souldier, at armes end, And loue you 'gainſt the nature of Loue: force ye. Oh heauen. Ile force thee yeeld to my deſire. Ruffian: let goe that rude vnciuill touch, Thou friend of an ill faſhion. Ʋalentine. Thou cōmon friend, that's without faith or loue, For ſuch is a friend now: treacherous man, Thou haſt beguil'd my hopes; nought but mine eye Could haue perſwaded me: now I dare not ſay I haue one friend aliue; thou wouldſt diſproue me: Who ſhould be truſted, when ones right hand Is periured to the boſome? Protheus I am ſorry I muſt neuer truſt thee more, But count the world a ſtranger for thy ſake: The priuate wound is deepeſt: oh time, moſt accurſt: 'Mongſt all foes that a friend ſhould be the worſt? My ſhame and guilt confounds me: Forgiue me Valentine: if hearty ſorrow Be a ſufficient Ranſome for offence, I tender't heere: I doe as truely ſuffer, As ere I did commit. Then I am paid: And once againe, I doe receiue thee honeſt; Who by Repentance is not ſatisfied, Is nor of heauen, nor earth; for theſe are pleas'd: By Penitence th' Eternalls wrath's appeas'd: And that my loue may appeare plaine and free, All that was mine, in Siluia, I giue thee. Oh me vnhappy. Looke to the Boy. Why, Boy? Why wag: how now? what's the matter? look vp: ſpeak. O good ſir, my maſter charg'd me to deliuer a ring to Madam Siluia: wc (out of my neglect) was neuer done. Where is that ring? boy? Heere 'tis▪ this is it. How? let me ſee. Why this is the ring I gaue to Iulia. Oh, cry you mercy ſir, I haue miſtooke: This is the ring you ſent to Siluia. But how cam'ſt thou by this ring? at my depart I gaue this vnto Iulia. And Iulia her ſelfe did giue it me, And Iulia her ſelfe hath brought it hither. How? Iulia?