Read over Julia’s heart, thy first, best love,
For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith
Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths
Descended into perjury, [to love me].
V. 4.
50 Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou’dst two,
And that’s far worse than none; better have none
Than plural faith which is too much by one:
Thou counterfeit to thy true friend!
Pro.
In love