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That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead,
If lin thought felt not her very

Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth.
Alas, poor Lady! desolate and left!
I wept myself, to think upon thy words.
Here, youth, there is my purse; I give thee this
For thy sweet misress’ fake, because thou lov'st her.

(Exit Silvia Jul. And she shall thank you for’t, if e'er you know bez. A virtuous Gentlewoman, mild and beautiful. I hope, my master's suit will be but cold ; Since the respects my mistrels' love so much. Alas ! how love can trifle with itself! Here is her pi&ture; let me fee; I think, If I had such a tire, this face of mine Were full as lovely as is this of hers :: And yet the painter flatter'd her a little, Unleis I ffatter with myself too much. Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow.. If that be all the diff'rence in his love, I'll get me such a colour'd perriwig. Her eyes are grey as glass, and so are mine; (1.6) Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine is high. What should it be, that he respects in her, But I can make respective in nyfelf, If this fond love were not a blinded god ? Come, shadow, come; and take this shadow up; For ’ris thy rival. O thou senseless form, Thou shalt be worship’d, kiss'd, lov'd and ador'd: And were there sense in his idolatry, My substance should be statue in thy stead, I'l use thee kindly for thy mistress? fake, That us’d me so; or else, by Jove I vow, I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes, To make


mafter out of love with thee. [Exit. (16). Her eres

are grey as grass.] Mr. Rowe and Mr. Pope's editions, for what reason I know not, vary. from the old copies, which have it rightly, glass. So Chaucer, in the character of his Prioress ;

Full femely her wimple pinchid was,
Her nose was tretes, her eyen grey as glass..


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A C T V.
SCENE, near the Friar's Celt, in Milan.

Enter Eglamour.

HE sun begins to gild the western ky,

And now it is about the
Silvia, at Friar Patrick's cell, should meet mea
She will not fail; for lovers break not hours,
Unless it be to come before their time:
So much they four their expedition.
See, where the comes. Lady, a happy evening.

Enter Silvia.
Sil. Amen, Amen! Go on, good Eglamour,
Out at the postern by the Abbey-wall;
I fear, I am attended by some spies,

Egl. Fear not; the forest is not thrce leagues off";. If we recover that, we're sure enough. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to an Apartment in the

Duke's Palace.
Enter Thurio, Protheus, and Julia.'
Thu. Sir Protheus, what says Silvia to my fuit?

Pro. Oh, Sir, I find her milder than she was,
And yet she takes exceptions at your person.

Thu. What, that my leg is too long?
Pro. No; that it is too little.
Thu. I'll wear a boot to make it somewhat rounder,
Prą. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loaths.
Thu, What says she to my face?
Pro. She says, it is a fair one,
Thu. Nay, then the wanton lies ; my face is black.
Pro. But pearls are fair; and the old saying is,

< Black

“'Black men are pearls in beauteous Ladies eyes.

Jul. 'Tis true, such pearls as put out Ladies eyes ; For I had rather wink, than look on them. [ Aside.

Thu. How likes the my discourse i
Pro. Ill, when you talk of war.
Thu. But well, when I discourse of love and peace ?
Jul. But better, indeed, when you hold your peace.
Thu. What says she to my valour?
Pro. Oh, Sir, the makes no doubt of that.
Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.
Thu. What says she to my birth?
Pro. That you are well derivid.
Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool.
Tha. Considers the my poffessions ?
Pro. Oh, ay, and pities them.
Tou. Wherefore !
Jul. That such an afs Tould own them.
Pro. That they are out by lease.
Jul. Here comes the Duke.

Enier Duke.
Duke. How now, Sir Protheus? how now, Tburio
Which of you saw Sir Eglamour of late ?

Thu. Not I.
Pro. Nor I.
Duke. Saw you my daughter ?'
Pro. Neither.

Duke. Why then
She's fled unto that peasant Valentine ;
And Eglamour is in her company.
'Tis true ; for Friar Laurence met them both,
As he in penance wander'd through the forest :
Hiin he knew well and guess'd that it was she';
But, being mask'd, he was noi süre of it.
Besides, the did intend confeflion
At Páirick's cell this ev'n, and there she was not:
These likelihoods confirm her fight from hence."
Therefore, I pray, you, stand not to discourse,
But mount you prefently, and meet with me
Upon the rising of the mountain-foot


"That leads tow'rds Mantua, whither they are fled. Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me. Exit Duke.

Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl, That flies her fortune where it follows her: I'll after, more to be reveng'd of Eglamour Than for the love of reckless Silvia.

Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love, Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her.

Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love, Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. (Exeunt.

SCENE changes to the Forest,

Enter Silvia and Out-laws.
TOME, come, be patient; we must bring you

Out. C to our Captain

Sil. A thousand more mischances, than this one,
Have learn'd me how to brook this patiently.

2 Out. Come, bring her away.
1 Out. Where is the gentleman, that was with her

3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-run 08 ;
But Moyfes and Valerius follow him.
Go thou with her to th' weft end of the wood,
There is our captain : follow him, that's Aed.
The thicket is beset, he cannot 'scape,

1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's cave, Fear not; he bears an honourable mind, And will not use a woman lawlessly.

Sil. O Valentine ! this I endure for thee. [Exeunt.
SCENE, the Outlaw's Cave in the Forest.

Enter Valentine.
Val. OW use doth breed a habit in a man!

This shadowy desart, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns.
Here can I fit alone, unseen of any,
And to the nightingale's complaining notes
Tune my distresses, and record my woes.


O thou, that doit inhabit in my breaft,
Leave not the manfion so long tenantless ;
Left, growing ruinous, the building fall,
And leave no memory of what it was,
Repair me with thy presence, Silvia;
Thou gentle nymph, cherith thy forlorn swain.
What hallo'ing, and what itir is this to-day?
These are my mates, that make their wills their law,
Have some unhappy passenger in chase,
They love me well, yet I have much to do
To keep them from uncivil outrages.
Withdraw chee, Valentine : who's this comes here?

Enter Protheus, Silvia, and Julia.
Pro. Madam, tbis service have I done for you.
(Tho' you respect not ought your servant doth)
To hazard life, and rescue you from him,
That wou'd have forc'd your honour and your love.
Vouchsafe me for my meed but one fair look:
A smaller boon than this I cannot beg,
And less than this, I'm sure, you cannot give.

Val. How like a dream is this, I fee, and hear? Love, lend me patience to forbear a while. [Aide.

Sil. O miserable, ur happy that I am!

Pro. Unhappy were you, Madam, ere I came; But by my coming I have made you happy.

Sil. By ihy approach thou inak’lt me mött unhappva ful. And me, when he approacheth to your p.efence.

[Alides Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion, I would have been a breakfast to the beaft, Rather than have false Protheus rescue me. O, heav'n be judge, how I love Valentine, Whose life's as tender to me as my soul; And full as much, for more there cannot be, I do deteft false perjur'd Protheus : Therefore be gone, sollicit me no more.

Pro. What dang’rous action, stood it next to death Would I not undergo for one calm look ; Oh, 'tis the curse in love, and still approv'd,


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