Page 1959 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

You have your wish; my will is even this,
That presently you hie you home to bed. [90]
Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man,
Thinkest thou I am so shallow, so conceitless,
To be seducèd by thy flattery
That hast deceived so many with thy vows?
Return, return, and make thy love amends. [95]
For me - by this pale queen of night I swear -
I am so far from granting thy request
That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit;
And by and by intend to chide myself
Even for this time I spend in talking to thee. [100]

PROT EUS

I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady,
But she is dead.

JULIA

[aside]
’Twere false, if I should speak it;

For I am sure she is not burièd.

SILVIA

Say that she be; yet Valentine thy friend
Survives, to whom, thyself art witness, [105]
I am betrothed; and art thou not ashamed
To wrong him with thy importunacy?

PROT EUS

I likewise hear that Valentine is dead.

SILVIA

And so suppose am I; for in his grave
Assure thyself my love is burièd. [110]

PROT EUS

Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.

SILVIA

Go to thy lady’s grave and call hers thence;