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Jul. 'Twere false, if I should speak it ; | To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode ;
For I am sure, she is not buried.

[ Aside. And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,
Sil. Say that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, I do desire thy worthy company,
Survives; to whom, thyself art witness,

Upon whose faith and honour I repose. I am bethroth'd: And art thou not asham'd Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour, To wrong him with thy importúnacy?

But think upon my grief, a lady's grief; Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead. And on the justice of my flying hence,

Sil. And so, suppose, am I ; for in his grave To keep me from a most unholy match, Assure thyself my love is buried.

Which heaven and fortune still reward with plagues. Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. I do desire thee, even from a heart

Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence; As full of sorrows as the sea of sands,
Or, at the least, in her's sepulchre thine.

To bear me company, and go with me :
Jul. He heard not that.

[Asile. If not, to hide what I have said to thee, Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, That I may venture to depart alone. Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love,

Eul. Madam, I pity much your grievances : The picture that is hanging in your chamber ; Which since I know they virtuously are plac'd, To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep : I give consent to go along with you; For, since the substance of your perfect self Recking 5 as little what betideth me, Is else devoted, I am but a shadow ;

As much I wish all good befortune you. And to your shadow, I will make true love.

When will you go? Jul. If 'twere a substance, you would, sure, de- Sil.

This evening coming. ceive it,

Eyl. Where shall I meet you? And make it but a shadow, as I am. [Aside.

Sil.

At friar Patrick's cell, Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir ;

Where I intend holy confession.
But, since your falseliood shall become you well Eyl. I will not fail your ladyship:
To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, Good-morrow, gentle lady.
Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it:

Si. Good-morrow, kind sir Eglamour. [Exeunt.
And so good rest.
Pro
As wretches have o'er night,

SCENE IV. - The sanie. That wait for execution in the morn. (Erennt Proteus, and Silvia from above.

Enter Launce, with his dog. Jul. Host, will you go?

When a man's servant shall play the cur with him, Host. By my hallidom , I was fast asleep. look you, it goes hard : one that I brought up of a Jul. Pray you, where lies sir Proteus ?

puppy; one that I saved from drowning, when three Host. Marry, at my house: Trust me, I think or four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it! 'tis almost day.

I have taught him even as one would say preJul Not so; but it hath been the longest night cisely, Thus I would teach a dog. I was sent to That e'er I watch'd, and the most heavieste (Exeunt. deliver him, as a present to mistress Silvia, from

my master; and I came no sooner into the diningSCENE III. - The same.

chamber, but he steps me to her trencher, and Enter Eglamour.

steals her capon's leg. O, 'tis a foul thing, when a

cur cannot keepo bimself in all companies! I would Egl . This is the hour that madam Silvia

have, as one should say, one that takes upon him Entreated me to call, and know her mind;

to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all There some great matter she'd employ me in.

things. If I had not hall more wit than he, to take Madam, madam!

a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he had Silvia appears above, at her window.

been hanged fort; sure as I live, he had suffered

for't. I have sat in the stocks for puddings he hath Who calls?

stolen, otherwise he had been executed : I have Egl.

Your servant, and your friend; stood on the pillory for geese he hath killed, otherOne that attends your ladyship's command.

wise he had suffered for't: thou think'st not of this Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-morrow.

now! Egl. As many, worthy lady to yourself.

Enter Proteus and JULIA.
According to your ladyship's imposes,
I am thus early come, to know what service

Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well, It is your pleasure to command me in.

And will employ thee in some service presently. Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,

Jul. In what you please;– I will do what I can. (Think not I Hatter, for, I swear, I do not,)

Pro. I hope thou wilt. How now, you idle Valiant, wise, remorseful', well accomplish'd.

peasant?

(TO LAUNCE. Thou art not ignorant, what dear good will

Where have you been these two days loitering? I bear unto the banish'd Valentine;

Laun. Marry, sir, I carried mistress Silvia the Nor bow my father would enforce me marry

dog you bade me. Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhorr’d.

Pro. And what says she to my little jewel ? Thyself hast lov’d; and I have heard thee say,

Laun. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur; and No grief did ever come so near thy heart,

tells you, currish thanks is good enough for such a As when thy lady and thy true love died,

Pro. But she received my dog i ['pon wl.ose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity. . Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,

Laun. No, indeed, she did not : here have I

brought him back again. Holy damne, blessed lady. 3 Injunction, command. Compassionate.

5 Caring

Sil.

present.

& Restrain.

sorrow.

Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me ?

Jul. Ay, madam. Laun. Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stolen from Si. Ursula, bring my picture there. me by the hangman's boys in the market-place :

[Picture brought and then I offered her mine own; who is a dog as Go, give your master this: tell him from me, big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater. One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget,

Pro. Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again, Would better fit his chamber than this shadow.
Or ne'er return again into my sight.

Jul. Madam, please you peruse this letter.
Away, I say : Stay'st thou to vex me here? Pardon me, madam; I have unadvis'd
A slave, that, still an end 7, turns me to shame. Deliver'd you a paper that I should not;

[Erit Launce. This is the letter to your ladyship. Sebastian, I have entertained thee,

Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. Partly, that I have need of such a youth,

Jul. It may not be ; good madam, pardon me. That can with some discretion do my business, Sil. There, hold. For 'tis no trusting to yon foolish lowt;

I will not look upon your master's lines : But, chiefly, for thy face, and thy behaviour; I know they are stuff’d with protestations, Which (if my augury deceive me not)

And full of new-found oaths; which he will break Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth : As easily as I do tear his paper. Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thee. Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. Go presently, and take this ring with thee,

Sil. The more shame for him that he sends it me: Deliver it to madam Silvia :

For I have heard him say a thousand times, She loved me well, deliver'd it to me.

His Julia gave it him at his departure: Jul. It seems you loved her not, to leave her Though his false finger hath profan'd the ring, token ;

Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong. She's dead, belike.

Jul. She thanks you. Pro.

Not so; I think, she lives. Sil. What say'st thou ? Jul. Alas!

Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her: Pro. Why dost thou cry, alas ?

Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. Jul. I cannot choose but pity her.

Sil. Dost thou know her ?
Pro. Wherefore should'st thou pity her?

Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself.
Jul. Because, methinks, that she lov'd you as well To think upon her woes, I do protest,
As you do love your lady Silvia :

That I have wept an hundred several times.
She dreams on him, that has forgot her love;

Sil. Belike, she thinks that Proteus hath forsook her. You dote on her, that cares not for your love.

Jul. I think she doth, and that's her cause of 'Tis pity, love should be so contrary; And thinking on it makes me cry, alas !

Sil. Is she not passing fair ? Pro. Well, give her that ring, and therewithal Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is: This letter ; – That's her chamber. - Tell my lady When she did think my master lov'd her well, I claim the promise for her heavenly picture. She, in my judgment, was as fair as you ; Your message done, hie home unto my chamber, But since she did neglect her looking-glass, Where thou shalt find me sad and solitary.

And threw her sun-expelling mask away,

[Erit PROTEUS. The air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks, Jul. How many women would do such a message? And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face, Alas, poor Proteus ! thou hast entertain'd

That now she is become as black as I. A fox, to be the shepherd of thy lambs :

Sil. How tall was she? Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him

Jul. About my stature : for at Pentecost 8, That with his very heart despiseth me?

When all our pageants of delight were play'd, Because he loves her, he despiseth me ;

Our youth got me to play the woman's part, Because I love him, I must pity him.

And I was trimm'd in madam Julia's gown; This ring I gave him, when he parted from me, Which serv'd me as fit, by all men's judgment, To bind him to remember my good will:

As if the garment had been made for me :
And now am I (unhappy messenger)

Therefore I know she is about my height.
To plead for that wsich I would not obtain; And, at that time, I made her weep a-good ,
To carry that which I would have refus'd; For I did play a lamentable part:
To praise his faith, which I would have disprais'd. Madam, 'twas Ariadne, passioning
I am my master's true confirmed love;

For Theseus' perjury, and unjust flight;
But cannot be true servant to my master,

Which I so lively acted with my tears, Unless I prove false traitor to myself.

That my poor mistress, moved therewithal, Yet I will woo for him; but yet so coldy,

Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead,
As, heaven it knows, I would not have him speed. If I in thought felt not her very sorrow!

Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth!
Enter Silvia altended.

Alas, poor lady! desolate and left!.
Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean I weep myself to think upon thy words.
To bring me where to speak with madam Silvía. Here, youth, there is my purse; I give thee this

Sil. What would you with her, if that I be she ? For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lov'st her. Jul. If you be she, I do entreat your patience Farewell.

[Eril Silvia. To hear me speak the message I am sent on.

Jul. And she shall thank you for't, if e'er you Sil. From whom?

know her. Jul. From my master, sir Proteus, madam. A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful. Si. 0!- he sends you for a picture ? 7 In the end

8 Whitsuntide.

9 In good earnest

I hope my master's suit will be but cold,

What should it be, that he respects in her,
Since she respects my mistress' love so much. But I can make respective in myself,
Alas, how love can trifle with itself!

If this fond love were not a blinded god ?
Here is her picture : Let me see; I think, Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up,
If I had such a tire ', this face of mine

For 'tis thy rival. . () thou senseless form, Were full as lovely as is this of hers :

Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, lov'd, and ador'd; And yet the painter flatter'd her a little,

And, were there sense in his idolatry,
Unless I flatter with myself too much.

My substance should be statue in thy stead.
Her hair is auburn, mine is perfeet yellow : I'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' sake,
If that be all the difference in his love,

That us'd me so; or else, by Jove I vow,
I'll get me such a colour'd periwig.

I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes, Her eyes are grey as glass; and so are mine: To make my master out of love with thee. Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine's as high.

[Erit

ACT V.

SCENE I. - The same. An Abbey.

Thu. Considers she my possessions ?

Pro. O, ay; and pities them.
Enter EGLAMOUR.

Thu. Wherefore?
Egh The sun begins to gild the western sky;

Jul. That such an ass should owe them. (Aside. And now, it is about the very hour

Pro. That they are out by lease.
That Silvia, at Patrick's cell, should meet me. Jul. Here comes the duke.
She will not fail; for lovers break not hours,
Unless it be to come before their time;

Enter Duke.
So much they spur their expedition.

Duke. How now, sir Proteus? how now, Thurio ?

Which of you saw sir Eglamour of late?
Enter SILVIA.

Thu. Not I.
See, where she comes : Lady, a happy evening! Pro.

Nor I. Sil. Amen, amen! go on, good Eglamour ! Duke.

Saw you my daughter ? Out at the postern by the abbey wall ;

Pro.

Neither. I fear, I am attended by some spies.

Duke. Why, then, she's Aed unto that peasant Egl. Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off ;

Valentine;
If we recover that, we are sure enough. (Exeunt. And Eglamour is in her company.

'Tis true; for friar Laurence met them both, SCENE II. The same. An Apartment in the As he in penance wander'd through the forest : Duke's Palace.

Him he knew well, and guess'd that it was she ;

But, being mask'd, he was not sure of it :
Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA.

Besides, she did intend confession
Thu Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit? At Patrick's cell this even; and there she was not:

Pro. O, sir, I find her milder than she was; These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence. And yet she takes exceptions at your person.

Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse, Thu. What, that my leg is too long?

But mount you presently; and meet with me Pro. No; that it is too little.

Upon the rising of the mountain foot Thu. I'll wear a boot to make it somewhat rounder. That leads towards Mantua, whither they are fled: Pro. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loaths. Despatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me. [Erit. Thu. What says she to my face?

Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl, Pro. She says, it is a fair one.

That flies her fortune when it follows her: Thu. Nay, then, the wanton lies; my face is black. I'll after; more to be revenged on Eglamour, Pro. But pearls are fair ; and the old saying is, Than for the love of reckless 3 Silvia. [Erit. Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.

Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love, Jul. 'Tis true; such pearls as put out ladies' eyes; Than hate of Eglamour, that goes with her. (Erit. For I had rather wink than look on them. [Aside.

Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love, Thu. How likes she my discourse ?

Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. (Exit. Pro. Ill, when you talk of war. Thu. But well, wben I discourse of love, and SCENE III. - Frontiers of Mantua. The Forest.

peace? Jul. But better, indeed, when you hold your

Enter Silvia and Outlaws. peace.

Aside. Out. Come, come ; Thu. What says she to my valour?

Be patient, we must bring you to our captain. Pro. O, sir, she makes no doubt of that.

Sil. A thousand more mischances than this one Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice. Have learn'd me how to brook this patiently.

Aside. 2 Out. Come, bring her away. Thu. What says she to my birth?

1 Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her ? Pro. That you are well deriv'd.

3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-run us, Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool. [Aside. But Moyses, and Valerius, follow him. 1 Head-dress.

2 Own.

3 Carele DS

Go thou with her to the west end of the wood, Than plural faith, which is too much by one:
There is our captain; we'll follow him that's fled; Thou counterfeit to thy true friend!
The thicket is beset, he cannot 'scape.

Pro.

In love, 1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's Who respects friend? cave ;

Sil.

All men but Proteus. Fear not; he bears an honourable mind,

Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words And will not use a woman lawlessly.

Can no way change you to a milder form, Sil. O Valentine, this I endure for thee! (Ereunt. I'll woo you like a soldier, at arms' end;

And love you 'gainst the nature of love, force you. SCENE IV. - Another part of the Forest. Sil. O heaven!

Pro.

I'll force thee yield to my desire. Enter VALENTINE.

Val. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch ; Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man! Thou friend of an ill fashion ! This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,

Pro.

Valentine ! I better brook than flourishing peopled towns : Val. Thou common friend, that's without faith or Here can I sit alore, unseen of any,

love; And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, (For such is a friend now,) treacherous man! Tune my distresses, and record + my woes.

Thou hast beguild my hopes; nought but mine eye O thou that dost inhabit in my breast,

Could have persuaded me: Now I dare not say Leave not the mansion so long tenantless;

I have one friend alive; thou would'st disprove me. Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall,

Who should be trusted now, when one's right hand And leave no memory of what it was!

Is perjur'd to the bosom? Proteus, Repair me with thy presence, Silvia ;

I am sorry, I must never trust thee more, Thou gentle nymphi, cherish thy forlorn swain ! - But count the world a stranger for thy sake. What halloing, and what stir is this to-day? The private wound is deepest: O time, most curst! These are my mates, that make their wills their law, | 'Mongst all foes, that a friend should be the worst ! Have some unhappy passenger in chase :

Pro. My shaine and guilt confound me. — They love me well; yet I have much to do, Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow To keep them from uncivil outrages.

Be a sufficient ransom for oflence,
Withdraw thee, Valentine: who's this comes here? I tender it here; I do as truly suffer,

(Steps aside. As e'er I did commit.
Val.

Then I am paid ;
Enter ProteUS, Silvia, and Julia.

And once again I do receive thee honest :
Pro. Madam, this service I lave done for you, Who by repentance is not satisfied,
(Though you respect not aught your servant doth,) | Is nor of heaven, nor earth ; for these are pleas'd ;
To hazard life, and rescue you from him

By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeasid: That would have forc'd your honour and your love. | And, that my love may appear plain and free, Vouchsafe me for my meed but one fair look ; All that was mine in Silvia, I give thee. A smaller boon than this I cannot beg,

Jul. O me unhappy!

(Faints. And less than this, I am sure, you cannot give. Pro. Look to the boy. Val. How like a dream is this I see and bear!

Val. Why, boy! why, wag! how now? what is Love, lend me patience to forbear a while. [Aside.

the matter? Sil. O miserable, unhappy that I am !

Look up; speak. Pro. Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came ; Jul.

O good sir, my master charg'd me But by my coming, I have made you happy. To deliver a ring to madam Silvia; Sil. By thy approach thou mak'st me most un- Which, out of my neglect, was never done. happy.

Pro. Where is that ring, boy? Jul. And me, when he approacheth to your pre- Jul.

Here 'tis: this is it. [Gives a ring.

[Aside. Pro. How ! let me see: Sil. Had I been seiz'd by a hungry lion, Why this is the ring I gave to Julia. I would have been a breakfast to the beast,

Jul. O, cry your mercy, sir, I have mistook ; Rather than have false Proteus rescue me.

This is the ring you sent to Silvia. O, heaven be judge how I love l'alentine,

[Shows another ring. Whose life's as tender to me as my soul;

Pro. But, how cam'st thou by this ring ? at my And full as much (for more there cannot be)

depart, I do detest false perjur'd Proteus;

I gave this unto Julia. Therefore begone, solicit me no more.

Jul. And Julia herself did give it me; Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to And Julia herself hath brought it hither. death,

Pro. How! Julia ! Would I not undergo for one calm look ?

Jul. Behold her that gave aim 6 to all thy oaths, O, 'tis the curse in love, and still approv'd”, And entertain'd them deeply in her heart : When women cannot love where they're belov'd. Ilow oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root ??

Sil. When Proteus cannot love where he's belov’d. O Proteus, let this habit make thee blush !
Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love,

Be thou asham'd, that I have took upon me
For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith Such an iminodest raiment; if shame live
Into a thousand oaths; and all those oathis In a disguise of love :
Descended into perjury, to love me.

It is the lesser blot, modesty finds,
Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou hadst two, Women to change their shapes, than men their minds.
And that's far worse than none; better have none

6 Direction. Felt, experienced

An allusion to cleaving the pin in archery.

sence.

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4 Sing.

were man

Pro. Than men their minds? 'tis true : O heaven! | And think thee worthy of an empress' love.

Know then, I here forget all former griefs, But constant, he were perfect : that one error Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again. Fills him with faults ; makes him run through all Plead a new state in thy unrivall'd merit, sins :

To which I thus subscribe, sir Valentine, Inconstancy falls off, ere it begins :

Thou art a gentleman, and well deriv'd ; What is in Silvia's face, but I may spy

Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserv'd her. More fresh in Julia's with a constant eye?

Val. I thank your grace; the gift bath made me Val. Come, come, a hand froin either :

happy. Let me be blest to make this happy close ;

I now beseech you for your daughter's sake, 'Twere pity two such friends should be long foes. To graut one boon that I shall ask of you.

Prı. Bear witness, heaven, I have my wish for ever. Duke. I grant it, for thine own, whate'er it be. Jul. And I have mine.

Val. These banish'd men, that I have kept withal,

Are men endued with worthy qualities ; Enter Out-laws, with Duke and THURIO.

Forgive them what they have committed here. Out.

A prize, a prize, a prize! And let them be recall'd from their exíle : Val. Forbear, I say; it is my lord the duke. They are reformed, civil, full of good, Your grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd,

And fit for great employment, worthy lord. Banished Valentine.

Duke. Thou hast prevailid: I pardon them, and Duke. Sir Valentine!

thee; Thu. Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia's mine. Dispose of them, as thou know'st their deserts.

Val. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death; Come, let us go; we will include i all jars Come not within the measure of my wrath : 8 With triumphs, mirth, and rare solemnity Do not name Silvia thine; if once again,

Val. And, as we walk along, 1 dare be bold Milan shall not behold thee. Here she stands, With our discourse to make your grace to smile: Take but possession of her with a touch ;

What think you of this paye, my lord ? I dare thee but to breathe upon my love.

Duke. I think the boy hath grace in him : he Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I;

blushes I hold him but a fool, that will endanger

Val. I warrant you, my lord; more grace than boy. His body for a girl that loves hiin not :

Duke. What mean you by that saying ? I claim her not, and therefore she is thine.

Val. Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along, Duke. The inore degenerate and base art thou, That you will wonder what bath fortuned. To make such means 9 for her as thou hast done, Come, Proteus ; 'tis your penance, but to hear And leave her on such slight conditions.

The story of your loves discovered : Now, by the honour of my ancestry,

That done, our day of marriage shall be yours ; I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine,

One feast, one house, one mutual happiness.

(Ereunt. • Length of my sword 9 Interest

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