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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 judgement, 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 ber 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 Pentecoste,
When all our pageants of delight were play'd,
Our youth got me to play the woman's part,
Avd I was trimm'd in madam Julia's gown,
Which served me as fit by all men's judgement,
As if the garment had been made for mé;
Therefore, I know she is about my beight.
And, at that time, I made ber weep a-goodt,
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 beholden to thee, gentle youth!~
Alas, poor lady! desolate and left!
I weep myself, to think upon thy words.
Here, youth, there is my purse ;

give thee this For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lov'st her. Farewell.

(Erit 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 thiuk,


+ In good earnest.

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 fatter 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 respectivet in inyself,
If this food 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 unseeing eyes,
To make my master out of love with thee. [Erit.


SCENE I. The same.

An ubbey.

Enter Eglamour.

And now,

Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky;

it is about the very hour
That Silvia, at Patrick's cell, should meet me.
She will not fail; for lovers break not liours,
Unless it be to come before their time;
So much they spur their expedition.

Enter Silvia.
Sce, where she comes : Lady, a happy evening !

• Head-dress. + Respectable.

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 three leagues off; If we recover that, we are sure* enough. [Exeunt.


The same.

An apartment in the Duke's palace.

Enter Thurio, Proteus, and Julia.

Thu. Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit?

Pro. 0, 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

Pro. 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 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 she my discourse?
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.

[Aside. Thu. What says she to my valour ? Pro. O, sir, she makes no doubt of that. Jul. She needs not, when she knows it coward. ice.


• Safe.

Thu. What says she to my birth?
Pro. That you are well deriv'd.
Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool. (Aside.
Thu. Considers she my possessions ?
Pro. O, ay; and pities them,
Thu, wherefore?
Jul. That such an ass should owe them.

Pro. That they are out by lease.
Jul. Here comes the duke.

Enter Duke.

Duke. How now, sir Proteus ? how bow, Thurio ? Which of you saw sir Eglamour of late?

Thu. Not I.

Not I.

Saw you my daughter ?

Neitber. Duke. Why, then she's filed 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: Him he knew well, and guess'd that it was she; But, being mask'd, he was not sure of it: Besides, she did intend confession At Patrick's cell this even; and there she was not: These likelihoods confirm her fight from hence. Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse, But mount you presently; and meet with die Upon the rising of the mountain.foot That leads towards Mantua, whịther they are fled : Despatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me. (Exit.

Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevisht girl, That flies her fortune when it follows her: I'll after; more to be reveng'd on Eglamour, Than for the love of recklesst Silvia. (Erit.

• OwD.

+ Foolish.


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

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


Frontiers of Mantua.

The Forest.

Enter Silvia, and Out-laws.

Out. Come, come;
Be patient, we must bring you 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 pimble-footed, he hath out-run us, But Moyses, and Valerius, follow him. Go thou with her to the west end of the wood, There is our captain : we'll follow him that's fed ; 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!



Another part of the Forest.

Enter Valentine,

Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man!
This shadowy desert, upfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns:

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