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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?
That all our swains commend her:
That she might admired be.
For beauty lives with kindness.
And being help'd, inhabits there.
That Silvia is excelling;
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.
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..
Hoff, Hark, what fine change is in the music.
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,
Thu. Where mect we?
[Exe. Thu, and Mufic.
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.
Sil. You have your wish ; my will is even this..
And, by and by, intend to chide myself,
. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a Lady; But she is dead. Jul
. (Afide.] 'Twere falie, if I should speak it;
. Say, that she be ; yet Valentine, thy friend,
. 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,
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
Jal. Not fo; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watch'd, and the most heavies. Exeunt.
Silvia above, at her Window.
Egl. Your servant, and your friend ;
Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good morrow.
Egl. As many, worthy Lady, to yourself:
Sil. Oh Eglamour, thou art a Gentleman,
As full of sorrows as the sea of sands,
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;
Sil. This evening coming.
Sil. At friar Patrick's cell;.
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,
: 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.
look you, it goes