Act I, Scene 136

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• Shakespeare. If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near,
  Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will,'
  And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there;
  Thus far for love my love-suit, sweet, fulfil. 1895
  'Will' will fulfil the treasure of thy love,
  Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.
  In things of great receipt with ease we prove
  Among a number one is reckon'd none:
  Then in the number let me pass untold, 1900
  Though in thy stores' account I one must be;
  For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
  That nothing me, a something sweet to thee:
  Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
  And then thou lovest me, for my name is 'Will.' 1905