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Ine inore it grows, and towncth on her still,
Apartment, in Milan.
And now I must be as unjust to Thurio.
Enter Thurio and Musicians.
Pro. Ay, gentle 7 hurio; for, you know, that love
in service where it cannot go.
9 bu. I thank you, for your own: now, Gentlemen, Let's tune, and ioit lustily a'while.
Enter Hefi, and Julia in boy's cloaths.
Jul. Marry, mine hoft, because I cannot be merry.
where you shall hear music, and see the Gentleman
Jul. But shall I hear him speak ?
That all our swains commend her?
The heav'n such grace did lend 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,
Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not.
Júl. Not lo; but yet fo fall, that he grieves my very heart-ftrings.
Hofi. You have a quick ear.
Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a flow heart.
Hoft. I perceive, you delight not in mufic.
Hift. Hark, what fine change is in the music.
Hoft. 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?
Hot. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, he lou'd her out of all nick.
Jul. Where is Larunee?
Hoft. Gone to seek his dog, which to-morrow, by his master's command, he must carry for a present to
Jul. Peace, ftand aside, the Company parts.
Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you ; I will so plead, "That you mall say, iny cunning drift excels.
Thu. Where meet we?
[Exe. Thu, and Music.
Sil. I thank you for your nusic, Gentlemen : Who is that, that fpake?
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 with ; my will is even this,
Return, return, and make thy love amends..
I am so far from granting thy requeri,
And, by and by, intend to chide myself,
Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a Lady; But she is dead.
Jul. (Afde.] 'Twere falie, if I hould speak it;
Sil. Say, that fhe be ; yet Valentine, thy friend,
Pro. I likewise hear; that Valentine is dead.
Sil. And so, suppose, am I ; for in his grave, Afiure thysel, my love is buried.
Pro. Siveet Lady, let me rake it from the earth.
Sił. Go to thy Lady's grave and call her thence, Or, at the leaft, in hers lepulchre thine.
Jul. (Afide.] 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 since the substance of your perfect self Is else devoted, I am but a shadow ; And to your lhadow will I make true love. Jul. (A/ade.] It 'twere a subllance, you would, lure;
deceive it, And make it but a shadow, as I am..
Sil. I'm very loath to be your ido', Sir; But since your falihood fnali become you well To wor!hip shadows, and adore falle hapes ; Send to me in the morning, and l'll send it : And so, good sett..
Pro. As wretches have o'er night, That wait for execution in the morn.
[Exe. Pro. and Sil. Jul. Hoft, will you go? Hift. By my hallidom, I was fast af:
[:ep. Jul. Pray you, where lies Sir Protheus? Hoft
. Marry, at my house : trutt me, I think, 'tis almost day
Jula Not so; but it hath been the longest night Thace'er I watch'd, and the moft heaviest. [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,
father's anger, Eglameur ;