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where you shall hear music, and see the Gentleman that you ask'd for,

Jul. But shall I hear him speak?
Hoft. Ay, that you shall.
Jul. That will be music.
Hof. Hark, hark !
Jul. Is he


Hoft. Ay; but peace, let's hear 'em.

Who is Silvia? what is she,

That all our swains commend her:
Holy, fair and wife is me,
The heav'n such grace did lend her,

That she might admired be.
Is the kind, as she is fair?

For beauty lives with kindness.
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness :

And being help'd, inhabits there.
Then Silvia let us sing,

That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling:

To her let us garlands bring. Hort. How now are you fadder than you were before? how do you, man? the music likes you not.

Jul. You mistáke; the musician likes me not.
Hoft. Why, my pretty youth?
Jul. He plays false, father.
Hoft. How, out of tune on the strings?

Jul. Not fo; but yet so falso, that he grieves my very heart-ftrings.

Hoft. You have a quick car. Jul

. Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a: dow heart.

Hoft. I perceive, you delight not in music..
Jul. Not a whit, when it jars, so..


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Hoff, Hark, what fine change is in the music.
Jul. Ay; that change is the spight.

Hojt. You would have them always play but one thing?

Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. But, hoft, doth this Sir Protheus, that we talk on, Often resort unto this Gentlewoman?

Hift. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, he lov'd her out of all nick.

Jul. Where is Launce?

Hoft. Gone to feek his dog, which to-morrow, by his master's command, he must carry for a present to his Lady.

Jul. Peace, stand aside, the Company parts.

Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you; I will so plead,
That you thall say, my cunning drift excels.

Thu. Where mect we?
Pro. Ac St. Gregory's well.
bu. Farewel.

[Exe. Thu, and Mufic.
Silvia, above, at her Window.
Pro. Madan, good even to your Ladyfhip.

Sil. I thank you for your music, Gentlemen : Who is that, that spake?

Pro. One, Lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice.

Sil. Sir Protheus, as I take it.
Pro. Sir Protheus, gentle Lady, and your servant.
Sil. What is your will ?
Pro. That 'I may compafs yours.

Sil. You have your wish ; my will is even this..
That presently you hie you home to bed.
Thou fubtle, perjur'd, falle, dibuyal' man!
Think'st chou, I am so thallow, fo conceitlessa
To be feduced by thy flattery,
That haft deceiv'd so many with thy vows?
Return, return, and make thy love amends.,
For me, by this pale Queen of night, I swear,
I am so far from granting thy requett,
That I despise thee for thy wrongful fuit ,


And, by and by, intend to chide myself,
Ev'n for this time I spend in talking to thee.

. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a Lady; But she is dead. Jul

. (Afide.] 'Twere falie, if I should speak it;
For, I am sure, she is not buried.

. Say, that she be ; yet Valentine, thy friend,
Survives; to whom, thyself art witness,
I am betroath'd; and art thou not alham'd
To wrong him with thy importunacy ?
Pro. I likewise hear, Thai Valentine is dead.

. And so; fuppose, am I; for in his grave, Asure thysel , my love is buried.

Pro. Sweet Lady, let me rake it from the earth.

. Go to thy Lady's grave and call her thence,
Or, at the least, in hers iepulchre thine.
Jul. [ Aside.] He heard not that.

Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, Vouchafe me yet your picture for my love, The picture that is hanging in your chamber : To that I'll speak, to that I'll figh and weep: For fince the substance of your perfe&t felf Is else devoted, I am but a shadow ; And to your shadow will I make true love. Jul. (Apule.] If ’twere a subliance, you would, sure,

deceive it, And make it but a Madow, as I am.

Sil. I'm very loath to be your ido', Sir;But fince your fallhood shall become you well To worship thadows, and adore false in apes ; Send to me in the morning, and I'll send is : And so, good :ett.

Pro. As wretches have o'er night, ! That wait fos execution in the morn.

[E xe. Pro. and Sil. Jul. Hoft, will you go? Hoft

. By, my hallidon, I was fast ali ep. Jul. Pray you, where lies Sir Proibèus? Hoft. Marry, at my house: truit ine, I think, 'tis


almost day.

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Jal. Not fo; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watch'd, and the most heavies. Exeunt.

Enter Eglamour,
El. This is the hour that madam Silvia
Entreated me to call, and know her mind :
There's some great matter he'd employ me in.,
Madam, madam!

Silvia above, at her Window.
Sil. Who calls ?

Egl. Your servant, and your friend ;
One that attends your Ladyship's command.

Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good morrow.

Egl. As many, worthy Lady, to yourself:
According to your Lady ship's impose,
I am thus early come, to know what service
It is your pleasure to command me in.

Sil. Oh Eglamour, thou art a Gentleman,
(Think not flatter, for, I swear, I do not,)
Valiant and wife, remorseful, well accomplishd;
Thou art not ignorant, what dear good will
I bear unto the banith'd Valentine ;.
Nor how my father would enforce me marry
Vain Thurio, whom my very foul abhorr’d.
'Thyself hast lov'd; and I have heard thee fay,
No grief did ever come so near thy heart,
As when thy Lady and thy true love dy'd :
Upon whose grave thou vow'dit pure chastity.
Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,
To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode :.
And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,
I do desire thy worthy company;
Upon whose faith and honour I repose.
Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour ;
But think upon my grief, a Lady's grief;
And on the justice of my flying hence;
To keep me from a molt unholy match,
Which heav'n and fortune ftill reward with plagues :
I do defire thee, even from a heart


As full of sorrows as the sea of sands,
To bear me company, and go

with me : If not, to hide what I have said to thee, That I may venture to depart alone.

Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances;
Which, fince, I know, they virtuously are placéd.
I give consent to go along with you ;
Recking as little what betideth me,
As much I wih all good befortune you.
When will you go?

Sil. This evening coming.
Egl. Where shall I meet you ?

Sil. At friar Patrick's cell;.
Where I intend holy confeflion;

Egl. I will not fail your Ladyship: Good morrowgentle Lady. Sil. Good morrow, kind Sir Eglamour, [Exeunt.

Enter Launce with his dog. When a man's servant shall play the cur with him,

hard :

: one that I brought up of a puppy, one that I sav'd from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and fifters went to it! I have taught him, even as one would say precisely, thus L. would teach a dog. (15) I went 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 him to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all things. If I had no more wit than he, to take a fault

upon me that he did, I think verily, he had been (15) I was sent to deliver bim as a present.-) Honest Launce is here all along characterizing his dog Crab; but that he was not sent to deliver as a present to Silvia. The Poet therefore could not be so forgetful to make this blunder. Launce had lost his Master's dog, and was gone in quest of him, as we have heard from the heft: andı We find Launce himself presently confessing, that it was stollen by the hangman's boy. So having lost the intended present, bei went to . tender his own dog instead of the other.


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