Pro.
To leave my Julia; shall I be forsworn?
To love fair Silvia; shall I be forsworn?
To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn:
And ev'n that pow'r which gave me first my oath,
Provokes me to this threefold perjury.
Love bad me swear, and love bids me forswear:
O sweet suggestion love, if thou hast sinn'd,
Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it.

At first I did adore a twinkling star,
But now I worship a celestial sun.
Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken;
And he wants wit that wants resolved will,
To learn his wit t'exchange the bad for better.
Fie, fie, unreverend tongue, to call her bad,
Whose Sov'raignty so oft thou hast preferr'd
With twenty thousand soul-confirmed oaths.
I cannot leave to love, and yet I do:
But there I leave to love where I should love:
Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose:
If I keep them, I needs must lose my self:
If I lose them, thus find I but their loss;
For Valentine, my self, for Julia, Silvia:
I to my self am dearer than a friend;
For love is still most precious in it self:
And Silvia, witness heav'n that made her fair,
Shews Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.
I will forget that Julia is alive,
Remembring that my love to her is dead:
And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,
Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend.
I cannot now prove constant to my self,
Without some treachery us'd to Valentine:
This night he meaneth with a corded ladder
To climb celestial Silvia's chamber window,
My self in council his competitor.
Now presently I'll give her father notice
Of their disguising, and pretended flight:
Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine:
For Thurio he intends shall wed his daughter.
But Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross,

By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding.
Love lend me wings, to make my purpose swift,
As thou hast lent me wit to plot his drift. [Exit.

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