Page 1960 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine.

JULIA

[aside]
He heard not that.

PROT EUS

Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, [115]
Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love,
The picture that is hanging in your chamber;
To that I’ll speak, to that I’ll sigh and weep;
For since the substance of your perfect self
Is else devoted, I am but a shadow; [120]
And to your shadow will I make true love.

JULIA

[aside]
If ’twere a substance, you would sure deceive it
And make it but a shadow, as I am.

SILVIA

I am very loath to be your idol, sir;
But, since your falsehood shall become you well [125]
To worship shadows and adore false shapes,
Send to me in the morning and I’ll send it;
And so, good rest.

PROT EUS

As wretches have o’ernight
That wait for execution in the morn.

[Exeunt Proteus and Silvia]

JULIA

Host, will you go? [130]

HOST

By my halidom, I was fast asleep.

JULIA

Pray you, where lies Sir Proteus?