Your meffage done, hye home unto my chamber, A fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs : To plead for that, which I would not obtain; Yet will I woo for him, but yet fo coldly, Lady, good day; I pray you, be my Mean Jul. From my mafter Sir Protheus, Madam. Sil. Urfula, bring my picture there. Go, give your mafter this: tell him from me, One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget, Jul. Madam, may't pleafe you to perufe this letter. Pardon me, Madam, I have unadvis'd Deliver'd you a paper that I fhould not; Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. P Jul. Jul. It may not be; good Madam, pardon me. I will not look upon your mafter's lines; I know, they're ftufft with proteftations, And full of new-found oaths; which he will break, As eafily as I do tear his paper. Jul. Madam, he fends your ladyship this ring. Sil. The more fhame for him, that he fends it me For, I have heard him fay a thousand times, His Julia gave it him at his departure: Tho' his falfe finger have prophan'd the ring, Mine shall not do his Julia fo much wrong. Jul. She thanks you. Sil. What fay'ft thou? Jul. I thank you, Madam, that you tender her; Poor gentlewoman, my mafter wrongs her much. Sil. Doft thou know her? Ful. Almoft as well, as I do know my self. To think upon her woes, I do proteft, That I have wept an hundred several times. Sil. Belike, fhe thinks, that Protheus hath forfook her. Jul. She hath been fairer, Madam, than fhe is: Sil. How tall was fhe? ful. About my ftature: for at Pentecoft, For For I did play a lamentable Part. Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth. I wept my self, to think upon thy words. her. A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful. Her eyes are grey as Glafs, and fo are mine; (16) Thou shalt be worship'd, kifs'd, lov'd and ador'd; (16) Her Eyes are grey as Grafs.] 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 Priorefs; Full femély ber Wimple pinchid was, Her Nafe was tretes, her Eyen grey as Glafs. And were there fenfe in his idolatry, [Exit. SCENE, near the Friar's Cell, in Milan. T Enter Eglamour. EGLAMOUR. HE fun begins to gild the western sky, Silvia, at Friar Patrick's cell, should meet me. She will not fail; for lovers break not hours, Enter Silvia. Sil. Amen, Amen! Go on, good Eglamour, Out at the postern by the Abby-wall; I fear, I am attended by fome spies. Egl. Fear not; the foreft is not three leagues offs If we recover that, we're fure enough. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Duke's Palace. Enter Thurio, Protheus, and Julia. Thu. Sir Protheus, what fays Silvia to my fuit? Pro. Oh, Sir, I find her milder than fhe was, And yet she takes exceptions at your person. The. Thu. What, that my leg is too long? Pro. No; that it is too little. Thu. I'll wear a boot to make it fomewhat rounder. Pro. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loaths. Thu. What fays fhe to my face? Pro. She fays, it is a fair one. Thu. Nay, then the wanton lies; my face is black. Pro. But pearls are fair; and the old faying is, "Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies eyes. Jul. 'Tis true, fuch pearls as put out ladies eyes; For I had rather wink, than look on them. [Afide. Thu. How likes fhe my difcourfe? Pro. Ill, when you talk of war, Thu. But well, when I difcourfe of love and peace? Pro. Oh, Sir, fhe makes no doubt of that. Pro. That you are well deriv'd. Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool. Pro. Oh, ay, and pities them. Thu. Wherefore? Jul. That fuch an ass fhould own them. Jul. Here comes the Duke, Enter Duke. Duke. How now, Sir Protheus? how now, Which of you faw 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. Thurio? 'Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both, As he in penance wander'd through the forest: P 3 Him |