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Jul. Madam, please you peruse this letter.-
Pardon me, madam, I have unadvis'd
Deliver'd you a paper that I should not:
This is the letter to your ladyship.

Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again.
Jul. It may not be: good madam, pardon me.

Sil. There, hold.
I will not look upon your master's lines:
I know, they are stuff'd with protestations,
And full of new-found oaths, which he will break,
As easily as I do tear his paper.

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 have profan’d the ring,
Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong.

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 a hundred several times. Sil. Belike, she thinks, that Proteus hath forsook

her. Jul. I think she doth, and that's her cause of

sorrow.

Away, I say! Stayest thou to vex me here?
A slave that still an end turns me to shame.

[Erit LauncE.
Sebastian, I have entertained thee,
Partly, that I have need of such a youth,
That can with some discretion do my business,
For 'tis no trusting to yond foolish lowt;
But, chiefly, for thy face, and thy behaviour,
Which (if my augury deceive me not)
Witoess good bringing up, fortune, and truth:
Therefore, know thou, for this I entertain thee.
Go presently, and take this ring with thee:
Deliver it to madam Silvia.
She lov'd me well deliver'd it to me.
Jul. It seems, you lov'd not her, to leave her

token. She's dead, belike? Pro.

Not so: I think, she lives. Jul. Alas! Pro. Why dost thou cry, alas? Jul. I cannot choose but pity her. Pro. Wherefore shouldst thou pity her ? Jul. Because, methinks, that she lov'd you as

well As you do love your lady Silvia. She dreams on him, that has forgot her love; You dote on her, that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity, love should be so contrary, And thinking on it makes me cry, alas!

Pro. Well, give her that ring; and therewithal This letter:-that's her chamber.—Tell my lady I claim the promise for her heavenly picture. Your message done, hie home unto my chamber, Where thou shalt find me sad and solitary. (Exit.

Jul. How many women would do such a mesAlas, poor Proteus! thou hast entertain'd A fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs. Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him, That with his very heart despiseth me? Because he loves her, he despiseth me; Because I love him, I must pity him. This ring I gave him when he parted from me, To bind him to remember my good will, And now am I (unhappy messenger!) To plead for that which I would not obtain; To carry that which I would have refus'd; To praise his faith which I would have disprais’d. I am my master's true confirmed love, But cannot be true servant to my master, Unless I prove false traitor to myself. Yet will I woo for him; but yet so coldly, As, heaven it knows, I would not have him speed.

Enter Silvia, attended. Gentlewoman, good day. I pray you, be my To bring me where to speak with madam Silvia. Sil. What would you with her, if that I be

she? Jul. If you be she, I do entreat your patience To hear me speak the message I am sent on.

Sil. From whom?
Jul. From my master, sir Proteus, madam.
Sil. O! he sends you for a picture ?
Jul. Ay, madam.
Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there.

[A picture brought.
Go, give your master this : tell him from me,
One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget,
Would better fit his chamber than this shadow.

sage?

Sil. Is she not passing fair ? Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is. When she did think my master lov'd her well, She, in my judgment, was as fair as you ; But since she did neglect her looking-glass, And threw her sun-expelling mask away, The air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks, And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face, That now she is become as black as I.

Sil. How tall was 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, And I was trimm'd in madam Julia's gown, Which served me as fit, by all men's judgments, As if the garment had been made for me: Therefore, I know she is about my height. And at that time I made her weep a-good, For I did play a lamentable part. Madam, 'twas Ariadne, passioning For Theseus' perjury, and unjust flight; Which I so lively acted with my tears, That my poor mistress, moved therewithal, Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead, If I in thought felt not her very sorrow.

Sil. She is beholding to thee, gentle youth.Alas, poor lady! desolate and left!I weep myself, to think upon thy words. Here, youth; there is my purse: I give thee

mean

this

For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lov'st

her. Farewell.

[Exit Silvia. 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.
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

Were full as lovely as is this of hers;
And yet the painter flatter'd her a little,
Unless I flatter with myself too much.
Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow :
If that be all the difference in his love,
I'll get me such a colour'd periwig.
Her eyes are grey as glass, and so are mine:
Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine's as high.
What should it be, that he respects in her,
But I can make respective in myself,

If this fond love were not a blinded god ?
Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up,
For 'tis thy rival. O thou senseless form!
Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, lov'd, and ador'd,
And, were there sense in his idolatry,
My substance should be statue in thy stead.
I'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' sake,
That us'd me so; or else, by Jove I vow,
I should have scratch'd out your upseeing eyes,
To make any master out of love with thee. [Erit.

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Scene I.—The Same. An Abbey.

Jul. [Aside.] She needs not, when she knows it

cowardice. Enter EGLAMOUR.

Thu. What says she to my birth? Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky, Pro. That you are well deriv'd. And now it is about the very hour,

Jul. (Aside.) True; from a gentleman to a fool. That Silvia at friar Patrick's cell should meet me. Thu. Considers she my possessions ? She will not fail; for lovers break not hours,

Pro. O! ay; and pities them. Unless it be to come before their time,

Thu. Wherefore ? So much they spur their expedition.

Jul. [Aside.] That such an ass should owe them. Enter Silvia.

Pro. That they are out by lease.

Jul. Here comes the duke.
See, where she comes !–Lady, a happy evening.

Enter DUKE.
Sil. Amen, amen! go on, good Eglamour,
Out at the postern by the abbey-wall.

Duke. How now, sir Proteus! how now, Thurio! I fear, I am attended by some spies.

Which of you saw Eglamour of late ?
Egl. Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off ; Thu. Not I.
If we recover that, we are sure enough. [Exeunt. Pro. Nor I.

Duke. Saw you my daughter ?
SCENE II.-The Same. A Room in the Duke's Pro. Neither.
Palace.

Duke. Why, then

She's fled unto that peasant Valentine,
Enter Thurio, PROTEUS, and Julia.

And Eglamour is in her company.
Thu. Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit ? 'Tis true; for friar Laurence met them both,

Pro. O, sir! I find her milder than she was; As he in penance wander'd through the forest : And yet she takes exceptions at your person. Him he knew well; and guess'd that it was she, Thu. What! that my leg is too long?

But, being mask'd, he was not sure of it: Pro. No, that it is too little.

Besides, she did intend confession Thu. I'll wear a boot to make it somewhat At Patrick's cell this even, and there she was not. rounder.

These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence : Jul. (Aside.) But love will not be spurr'd to Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse, what it loaths.

But mount you presently; and meet with me Thu. What says she to my face?

Upon the rising of the mountain-foot, Pro. She says it is a fair one.

That leads towards Mantua, whither they are fled. Thu. Nay, then the wanton lies: my face is Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me. [Exit. black.

Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl, Pro. But pearls are fair, and the old saying is, That flies her fortune when it follows her. Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes. I'll after, more to be reveng'd on Eglamour, Jul. (Aside.] 'Tis true, such pearls as put out Than for the love of reckless Silvia. [Erit. ladies' eyes;

Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love, For I had rather wink than look on them.

Than hate of Eglamour, that goes with her. [Erit. Thu. How likes she my discourse ?

Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love, Pro. III, when you talk of war.

Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. [Erit. Thu. But well, when I discourse of love and peace?

SCENE III.—The Forest. Jul. (Aside.) But better, indeed, when hold

Enter Silvia, and Outlaws. your peace. Thu. What says she to my valour?

1 Out. Come, come; be patient, we must bring Pro. O, sir! she makes no doubt of that. you to our captain.

you

cave.

Sil. A thousand more mischances than this one Val. How like a dream is this, I see, and hear! Have learn'd me how to brook this patiently. Love, lend me patience to forbear awhile. 2 Out. Come, bring her away.

(Withdraws. 1 Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her ? Sil. O, miserable! unhappy that I am!

3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath outrun us; Pro. Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came; But Moyses, and Valerius, follow him.

But by my coming I have made you happy. Go thou with her to the west end of the wood; Sil. By thy approach thou mak'st me most unThere is our captain. We'll follow him that's fled: happy The thicket is beset; he cannot 'scape.

Jul. Aside.] And me, when he approacheth to 1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's your presence.

Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion, Fear not ; he bears an honourable mind,

I would have been a breakfast to the beast, And will not use a woman lawlessly.

Rather than have false Proteus rescue me. Şil. O Valentine! this I endure for thee. (Ereunt. O, heaven! be judge, how I love Valentine,

Whose life's as tender to me as my soul;
SCENE IV.- Another Part of the Forest. And full as much (for more there cannot be)

I do detest false, perjur'd Proteus :
Enter VALENTINE.

Therefore be gone: solicit me no more.
Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man!

Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,

death, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns. Would I not undergo for one calm look. Here can I sit alone, unseen of any,

O! 'tis the curse in love, and still approv'd, And to the nightingale's complaining notes

When women cannot love, where they're belov’d. Tune my distresses, and record my woes.

Sil. When Proteus cannot love, where he's beO! thou that dost inhabit in my breast,

lov'd. Leave not the mansion so long tenantless,

Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love, Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall,

For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith And leave no memory of what it was!

Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths Repair me with thy presence, Silvia!

Descended into perjury to love me. Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain ! Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou'dst two, What halloing, and what stir, is this to-day ? And that's far worse than none: better have none These are my mates, that make their wills their law, Than plural faith, which is too much by one. Have some unhappy passenger in chace.

Thou counterfeit to thy true friend ! They love me well; yet I have much to do,

Pro.

In love To keep them from uncivil outrages.

Who respects friend? Withdraw thee, Valentine: who's this comes here? Sil.

All men but Proteus. [Steps aside. Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words Enter Proteus, Silvia, and Julia.

Can no way change you to a milder form,

I'll woo you like a soldier, at arms' end, Pro. Madam, this service I have done for you, And love you 'gainst the nature of love : force you. (Though you respect not aught your servant doth,) Sil. O heaven! To hazard life, and rescue you from him,

Pro. I'll force thee yield to my desire. That would have forc'd your honour and your love. Vouchsafe me, for my meed, but one fair look ;

Enter VALENTINE. A smaller boon than this I cannot beg,

Val. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch; And less than this, I am sure, you cannot give. Thou friend of an ill fashion !

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Pro. Valentine!
Val. Thou common friend, that's without faith

or love; (For such is a friend now,) treacherous man ! Thou hast beguild my hopes: nought but mine eye Could have persuaded me.

Now I dare not say, I have one friend alive: thou would'st disprove me. Who should be trusted now, when one's right hand Is perjur'd to the bosom? Proteus, I am sorry I must never trust thee more, But count the world a stranger for thy sake. The private wound is deepest. O time most ac

curst! Mongst all foes, that a friend should be the worst!

Pro. My shame and guilt confound me.-
Forgive me, Valentine. If hearty sorrow
Be a sufficient ransom for offence,
I tender 't here: I do as truly suffer,
As e'er I did commit.
Val.

Then, I am paid ;
And once again I do receive thee honest.
Who by repentance is not satisfied,
Is nor of heaven, nor earth; for these are pleas'd.
By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd :
And, that my love may appear plain and free,
All that was mine in Silvia I give thee.

Jul. O me unhappy!
Pro. Look to the boy.

Val. Why, boy! why, wag! how now! what's the matter? look up; speak.

Jul. O good sir! my master charg'd me to deliver a ring to madam Silvia, which, out of my neglect, was never done.

Pro. Where is that ring, boy?
Jul.

Here 'tis : this is it. [Gives a ring. Pro. How! let me see. Why, this is the ring I gave to Julia.

Jul. O! cry you mercy, sir : I have mistook : This is the ring you sent to Silvia.

[Shows another ring. Pro. But, how cam'st thou by this ring ? At my depart I gave this unto Julia.

Jul. And Julia herself did give it me; And Julia herself hath brought it hither.

Pro. How? Julia!

Jul. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths, And entertain'd them deeply in her heart : How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root! O Proteus ! let this habit make thee blush: Be thou asham'd, that I have took upon me Such an immodest raiment; if shame live In a disguise of love. It is the lesser blot, modesty finds, Women to change their shapes, than men their

minds. Pro. Than men their minds : 'tis true. O heaven!

Pro. Bear witness, heaven, I have my wish for

ever. Jul. And I mine.

Enter Outlaws, with DUKE and THURIO.
Out. A prize! a prize! a prize!
Val. Forbear: forbear, I say; it is my lord the

duke..
Your grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd,
Banished Valentine.
Duke.

Sir Valentine !
Thu. Yonder is Silvia ; and Silvia's mine.

Val. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death.
Come not within the measure of my wrath :
Do not name Silvia thine; if once again,
Verona shall not hold thee. Here she stands :
Take but possession of her with a touch.
I dare thee but to breathe upon my love.

Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, 1.
I hold him but a fool, that will endanger
His body for a girl that loves him not:
I claim her not, and therefore she is thine.

Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou,
To make such means for her as thou hast done,
And leave her on such slight conditions.
Now, by the honour of my ancestry,
I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine,
And think thee worthy of an empress' love.
Know then, I here forget all former riefs.
Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again,
Plead a new state in thy unrivall’d merit,
To which I thus subscribe.—Sir Valentine,
Thou art a gentleman, and well deriv'd:
Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserv'd her.
Val. I thank your grace; the gift hath made me

happy. I now beseech you, for your daughter's sake, To grant one boon that I shall ask of you.

Duke. I grant it for thine own, whate'er it be. Val. These banish'd men, that I have kept

withal,
Are men endued with worthy qualities :
Forgive them what they have committed here,
And let them be recall'd from their exile.
They are reformed, civil, full of good,
And fit for great employment, worthy lord.
Duke. Thou hast prevail’d; I pardon them, and

thee:
Dispose of them, as thou know'st their deserts.
Come; let us go : we will include all jars
With triumphs, mirth, and rare solemnity.

Val. And as we walk along, I dare be bold
With our discourse to make your grace to smile.
What think you of this page, my lord ?
Duke. I think the boy hath grace in him: he

blushes. Val. I warrant you, my lord, more grace than

boy. Duke. "What mean you by that saying ?

Val. Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along, That you will wonder what hath fortuned.Come, Proteus ; 'tis your penance, but to hear The story of your loves discovered : That done, our day of marriage shall be yours; One feast, one house, one mutual happiness.

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were man

But constant, he were perfect: that one error
Fills him with faults ; makes him run through all

the sins :
Inconstancy falls off, ere it begins.
What is in Silvia's face, but I may spy
More fresh in Julia's, with a constant eye?

Val. Come, come, a hand from either. Let me be blest to make this happy close : 'Twere pity two such friends should be long foes.

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