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Jul. Madam, please you peruse this letter.-
Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again.
Sil. There, hold.
Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring.
Jul. She thanks you.
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
Away, I say! Stayest thou to vex me here?
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?
[A picture brought.
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
For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lov'st
[Exit Silvia. Jul. And she shall thank you for't, if e'er you
Were full as lovely as is this of hers;
If this fond love were not a blinded god ?
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.
Duke. How now, sir Proteus! how now, Thurio! I fear, I am attended by some spies.
Which of you saw Eglamour of late ?
Duke. Saw you my daughter ?
Duke. Why, then
She's fled unto that peasant Valentine,
And Eglamour is in her company.
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.
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;
I do detest false, perjur'd Proteus :
Therefore be gone: solicit me no more.
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,
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 !
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.-
Then, I am paid ;
Jul. O me unhappy!
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?
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.
Sir Valentine !
Val. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death.
Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, 1.
Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou,
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
Val. And as we walk along, I dare be bold
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.
But constant, he were perfect: that one error
the sins :
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.