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I hope my master's suit will be but cold,
What should it be, that he respects in her,
If this fond love were not a blinded god ?
For 'tis thy rival. · O) 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,
My substance should be statue in thy stead.
That us'd me so; or else, by Jove I vow,
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.
SCENE I. –The same. An Abbey.
Thu. Considers she my possessions ?
Pro. O, ay; and pities them.
Jul. That such an ass should owe them. (Aside. And now, it is about the very hour
Pro. That they are out by lease.
sir Proteus? how now, Thurio ?
Which of you saw sir Eglamour of late ?
Thu. Not I.
Nor I. Si. Amen, amen! go on, good Eglamour ! Duke.
Saw you my daughter ? Out at the postern by the abbey wall ;
Neither. I fear, I am attended by some spies.
Duke. Why, then, she's filed unto that peasant Egl. Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off;
'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 :
Besides, she did intend confession
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, Thz. 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. [Exit. 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 S Silvia. (Exit 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. (Exit. 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; Tku. What says she to my valour?
Be patient, we must bring you to our captain. Pro. 0, 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.
3 Careler DS
Go thou with her to the west end of the wood, Than plural faith, which is too much by one:
In love, 1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's Who respects friend ? cave;
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! [Exeunt. 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!
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 shadlowy desert, unfrequented woods,
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 nymph, 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 share 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 offence,
(Steps aside. As e'er I did commit.
Then I am paid ;
And once again I do receive thee honest :
By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeas'd: 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 hear!
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 Valentine,
(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.
How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root ? 7 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 immodest raiment; if shame live Into a thousand oaths; and all those oatlas
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 mentheir minds. And that's far worse than none; better have none
6 Direction. • Sing. • Felt, experienced
? An allusion to cleaving the pin in archery.
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 unrivalld merit,
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 hath made me Val. Come, come, a band 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 grant 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 prevail'd: I pardon them, and Duke.
Sir Valentine! 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 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 page, 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 hin 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 hath forluned. 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
MERRY WIVES OF
WIVES OF WINDSOR.
Sir John Falstaff.
Robin, Page to Falstaff. Fenton.
SIMPLE, Servant to Slender,
RUGBY, Servant to Dr. Caius.
Mrs. Page Sie Hugu Evans, a Welsh Parson.
Mrs. Anne Page, her Daughter, in love with Fenton Dr. Carus, a French Physician.
Mrs. QUICKLY, Servant to Dr. Caius.
Servants 10 Page, Ford, &c.
SCENE, Windsor; and the parts adjacent.