ACT V. SCENE
IV
A FOREST.
VALENTINE, PROTEUS, SILVIA, AND JULIA.
Valentine. RUFFIAN, let go that rude
uncivil touch;
Thou friend of an ill fashion!
Pro. Valentine!
Val. Thou common friend, that's without
faith or love;
(For such is a friend now;) treacherous man!
Thou hast beguil'd my hopes; nought but mine eye
Could have persuaded me. Now I dare not say
I have one friend alive; thou wouldst disprove me.
Who should be trusted now, when one's own right hand
Is perjur'd to the bosom? Proteus,
I am sorry I must never trust thee more,
But count the world a stranger for thy sake.
The private wound is deepest. O time most accurs'd!
'Mongst all foes, that a friend should be the worst.
Painted by Maria Angelica Kauffman, R.A. Engraved
by Luigi Schiavonetti.
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