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To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep;
And make it but a shadow, as I am.
Sil. I am very loath to be your idol, sir;
Exeunt PROTEUS and SILVIA.
Jul. Host, will you go?
Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night
SCENE III.The Same.
Egl. This is the hour that Madam Silvia Entreated me to call and know her mind:
Launce. When a man's servant shall play the cur with him, look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up of a puppy; one that I saved from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it. I have taught him, even as one would say precisely, thus I would teach a dog.' I was sent to deliver him as a present to Mistress Silvia from my master, and I came no sooner into the dining-chamber but he steps me to her trencher and steals her capon's leg. O! 'tis a foul thing when a cur cannot keep himself in all companies. I would have, as one should say, one that takes upon
There's some great matter she 'd employ me in. him to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog Madam, madam!
Enter SILVIA above, at her window.
Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself.
Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,
at all things. If I had not had more wit than he, to take a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he had been hanged for 't sure as I live, he had suffered for 't: you shall judge. He thrusts me himself into the company of three or four gentlemanlike dogs under the duke's table: he had not been there-bless the mark-a pissing while, but all the chamber smelt him. with the dog!' says one; 'what cur is that?' says another; whip him out,' says the third; 10hang him up,' says the duke. I, having been
acquainted with the smell before, knew it was Crab, and goes me to the fellow that whips the dogs Friend,' quoth I, you mean to whip the dog?' 'Ay, marry, do I,' quoth he. 'You do him the more wrong,' quoth I; ''twas I did the thing you wot of.' He makes me no more ado, but whips me out of the chamber. How many masters would do this for his servant? Nay, I'll be sworn, I have sat in the stocks for pud20dings he hath stolen, otherwise he had been executed; I have stood on the pillory for geese he hath killed, otherwise he had suffered for 't; thou thinkest not of this now. Nay, I remember the trick you served me when I took my leave of Madam Silvia. Did not I bid thee still mark me and do as I do? When didst thou see me heave up my leg and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale? Didst thou ever see me do such a trick?
Nor how my father would enforce me marry
Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances; Which since I know they virtuously are plac'd,
Launce. Marry, she says your dog was a cur, and tells you currish thanks is good enough for such a present.
Pro. But she received my dog?
Enter SILVIA, attended.
Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean
Launce. No, indeed, did she not. Here have
Pro. What me?
Launce. Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman boys in the marketplace; and then I offered her mine own, who is a dog as big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater.
Pro. Go get thee hence, and find my dog again,
Sebastian, I have entertained thee,
Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth:
She lov'd me well deliver'd it to me.
Jul. From my master, Sir Proteus, madam. 120
Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there.
Jul. Madam, please you peruse this letter.Pardon me, madam, I have unadvis'd
| Deliver'd you a paper that I should not: This is the letter to your ladyship.
Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again.
I will not look upon your master's lines:
Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. Sil. The more shame for him that he sends it me;
Jul. It seems you lov'd not her, to leave her For I have heard him say a thousand times 140 token.
She's dead, belike?
His Julia gave it him at his departure.
Not so; I think she lives. Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong.
Pro. Well, give her that ring and therewithal This letter: that's her chamber. Tell my lady, I claim the promise for her heavenly picture. Your message done, hie home unto my chamber, Where thou shalt find me sad and solitary. Exit. Jul. How many women would do such a message?
Alas! poor Proteus, thou hast entertain'd
Jul. She thanks you.
Sil. What say'st thou ?
Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her. Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. Sil. Dost thou know her?
Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself: To think upon her woes I do protest That I have wept a hundred several times. Sil. Belike she thinks that Proteus hath forsook her.
Jul. I think she doth, and that's her cause of sorrow.
Sil. Is she not passing fair?
Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is. When she did think my master lov'd her well, She, in my judgment, was as fair as you; But since she did neglect her looking-glass And threw her sun-expelling mask away, The air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks 100 And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face, That now she is become as black as I. Sil. How tall was she?
Jul. About my stature; for at Pentecost, When all our pageants of delight were play'd, Our youth got me to play the woman's part, And I was trimm'd in Madam Julia's gown, Which served me as fit, by all men's judgments, As if the garment had been made for me: Therefore I know she is about my height. And at that time I made her weep agood, For I did play a lamentable part. Madam, 'twas Ariadne passioning For Theseus' perjury and unjust flight; Which I so lively acted with my tears That my poor mistress, moved therewithal, Wept bitterly, and would I might be dead If I in thought felt not her very sorrow!
Jul. And she shall thank you for 't, if e'er you know her.
A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful!
I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes, To make my master out of love with thee.
SCENE I.-Milan. An Abbey.
Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky, And now it is about the very hour
That Silvia at Friar Patrick's cell should meet me.
See where she comes. Lady, a happy evening!
Pro. She says it is a fair one.
Thu. Nay then, the wanton lies; my face is black. Pro. But pearls are fair, and the old saying is, 'Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.' Jul. Aside. 'Tis true, such pearls as put out ladies' eyes;
For I had rather wink than look on them.
Pro. Ill, when you talk of war.
Thu. But well, when I discourse of love and peace?
Jul. Aside. But better, indeed, when you hold your peace.
Thu. What says she to my valour?
Pro. O, sir, she makes no doubt of that.
She's fled unto that peasant Valentine, And Eglamour is in her company.
"Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both,
At Patrick's cell this even, and there she was not.
Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me.
Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl, That flies her fortune when it follows her. Egl. Fearnot: the forest is not three leagues off; Than for the love of reckless Silvia. I'll after, more to be reveng'd on Eglamour If we recover that, we are sure enough.
SCENE II.-The Same. A Room in the DUKE'S Palace.
Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA. Thu. Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit? Pro. Oh, sir, I find her milder than she was; And yet she takes exceptions at your person. Thu. What! that my leg is too long? Pro. No, that it is too little.
Thu. I'll wear a boot to make it somewhat rounder.
Jul. Aside. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loathes.
Thu. What says she to my face?
Third Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath out- | Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love, run us;
But Moyses and Valerius follow him.
Go thou with her to the west end of the wood; There is our captain. We'll follow him that's fled:
The thicket is beset; he cannot 'scape.
For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy
Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths
Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou'dst two,
First Out. Come, I must bring you to our Than plural faith which is too much by one.
Fear not; he bears an honourable mind,
Sil. O Valentine! this I endure for thee.
SCENE IV. Another Part of the Forest.
Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man!
Have some unhappy passenger in chase.
Enter PROTEUS, SILVIA, and JULIA.
Sil. O miserable, unhappy that I am!
Jul. Aside. And me, when he approacheth to
Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion,
Therefore be gone, solicit me no more.
Who respects friend?
'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst!
Then I am paid;
Val. Why, boy! why, wag! how now! what is the matter?
Why, this is the ring I gave to Julia.
Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to This is the ring you sent to Silvia.
Would I not undergo for one calm look!
Pro. But how cam'st thou by this ring?
Jul. And Julia herself did give it me:
Jul. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths,
And entertain'd them deeply in her heart:
It is the lesser blot, modesty finds,
Women to change their shapes than men their minds.
Pro. Than men their minds! 'tis true. O heaven! were man
But constant, he were perfect: that one error 110 Fills him with faults; makes him run through all the sins:
Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.
Val. Forbear: forbear, I say; it is my lord the duke.
Your grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd,
Come not within the measure of my wrath;
Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I.
Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou, To make such means for her as thou hast done, And leave her on such slight conditions. Now, by the honour of my ancestry, I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine, And think thee worthy of an empress' love. 143 Know then, I here forget all former griefs, Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again, Plead a new state in thy unrivall'd merit, To which I thus subscribe: Sir Valentine, Thou art a gentleman and well deriv'd; Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserv'd her. Val. I thank your grace; the gift hath made me happy.
I now beseech you, for your daughter's sake, To grant one boon that I shall ask of you.
Duke. I grant it for thine own, whate'er it be. Val. These banish'd men that I have kept withal
Are men endued with worthy qualities:
Dispose of them as thou know'st their deserts.
Val. And as we walk along, I dare be bold With our discourse to make your grace to smile. What think you of this page, my lord?
Duke. I think the boy hath grace in him: he blushes.
Val. I warrant you, my lord, more grace than boy.
Duke. What mean you by that saying?
Val. Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along, That you will wonder what hath fortuned. 130 Come, Proteus; 'tis your penance but to hear The story of your loves discovered: That done, our day of marriage shall be yours; One feast, one house, one mutual happiness.