Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. Sil. The more shame for him that he sends it me; For, I have heard him say a thousand times, His Julia gave it him at his departure: Though his false finger hath profan'd the ring, 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 an 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: Sil. How tall was 63 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, Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth!- I weep myself, to think upon thy words. Here, youth, there is my purse; I give thee this Jul. And she shall thank you for't, if e'er you know her. A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful. I hope, my master's suit will be but cold, Since she respects my mistress' love so much 69. Alas, how love can trifle with itself! Here is her picture: Let me see; I think, If I had such a tire, this face of mine VOL. I. Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow : Her eyes are grey as glass; and so are mine : If this fond love were not a blinded god? I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes, ACT V. SCENE I. The Same. An Abbey. Enter EGLAMOUR. Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky; That Silvia, at Patrick's cell, should meet me. [Exit. |