Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant.
Sil. [What’s] your will?
Pro.
That I may compass yours.
Sil. You have your wish; my will is [even] this:
90 That presently you hie you home to bed.
Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man!
Think’st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless,
To be seduced by thy flattery,
That hast deceived so many with thy vows?