O, 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 Proteus.
40 Therefore be gone; solicit me no more.
Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to death,
Would I not undergo for one calm look!
O, ’tis the curse in love, [and still approved],
When women cannot love where they’re beloved!
45 Sil. When Proteus cannot love where he’s beloved.