Who respects friend?
Sil.
All men but Proteus.
55 Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words
Can no way change you to a milder form,
I’ll [woo] you like a soldier, at arms’ end,
And love you ’gainst the nature of love,—force [ye].
Sil. O heaven!
Pro.
I’ll force thee yield to my desire.