Send to me in the morning, and I'll fend it:

And fo, good rest.

Pro. As wretches have o'er night,

That wait for execution in the morn.

[Exeunt Protheus; and Silvia, from above.

Jul. Hoft, will you go?

Hoft. By my halydom, I was faft asleep.

Jul. Pray you, where lies Sir Protheus?

Hoft. Marry, at my houfe: Trust me, I think 'tis

almost day.

Jul. Not fo: but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest.

SCENE III. The fame.

Enter Eglamour.

Egl. This is the hour that madam Silvia Entreated me to call, and know her mind; There's fome great matter she'd employ me in.Madam!

Sil. Who calls?

Enter Silvia, above.

Egl. Your fervant, and your friend;

One that attends your ladyfhip's commands.

[Exeunt.

Sil. Sir Eglamour! a thousand times good morrow.
Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself.
According to your ladyship's impofe,

I am thus early come; to know what fervice
It is your pleasure to command me in.

Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman
(Think not, I flatter; for, I fwear, I do not)
Valiant, and wife, remorfeful, well accomplish'd.
Thou art not ignorant, what dear good will
I bear unto the banish'd Valentine;

Nor how my father would enforce me marry
Vain Thurio, whom my very foul abhors:
Thyfelf haft lov'd; and I have heard thee say,
No grief did ever come fo near thy heart,
As when thy lady and thy true-love dy'd,
Upon whofe grave thou vow'dit pure chastity:
Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,

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To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode;
And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,
I do defire thy worthy company,
Upon whofe faith and honour I repose.
Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour,
But think upon my grief, a lady's grief;
And on the juftice of my flying hence,
To keep me from a moft unholy match,
Which heaven, and fortune, ftill rewards with plagues.
I do defire thee, even from a heart

As full of forrows as the fea of fands,
To bear me company and go with me:
If not, to hide what I have faid to thee,
That I may venture to depart alone *.

Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances;
Which fince I know they virtuously are plac'd,
I give confent to go along with you;
Wreaking as little what betideth me,
As much I wish all good befortune you.
When will you go?

Sil. This evening coming on.
Egl. Where fhall I meet you?
Sil. At friar Patrick's cell,
Where I intend holy confeffion.
Egl. I will not fail your ladyship.

Good morrow, gentle lady.

Sil. Good morrow, kind Sir Eglamour.

SCENE IV. The fame.

[Exeunt.

Silvia's Anti-chamber.

Enter Launce, with his Dog.

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Lau. When a man's fervant fhall play the cur with him, look you, it hard; one that I brought up goes a puppy; one that I fav'd from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and fifters went to it: I have taught him-even as one would say precisely, Thus I would teach a dog. I was fent to deliver him, as a prefent to mistrefs Silvia, from my mafter; and I came no fooner into the dining-chamber, but he fteps me to

The reafoning in this speech, however dictated by the zeal of paffion, is fenfible and very feeling.

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her trencher, and fteals her capon's leg. O, 'tis a foul thing, when a cur cannot keep himself in all companies! "I would have, as one should say, one that takes upon "him to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at "all things. If I had not had more wit than he, to "take a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he "had been hang'd for't; fure as I live, he had fuffer'd "for't: you fhall judge: He thrufts me himself into the "company of three or four gentleman-like dogs, under "the duke's table; he had not been there (bless the "mark!) a piffing while, but all the chamber smelt "him: Out with the dog, fays one; What cur is that? "fays another; Whip him out, fays the third; Hang "him up, fays the duke: I, having been acquainted "with the fmell before, knew it was Crab; and goes "me to the fellow that whips the dogs, Friend, quoth "I, you mean to whip the dog? Ay, marry, do I, quoth "he: You do him the more wrong, quoth I; 'twas I did "the thing you wot of: he makes me no more ado, but "whips me out of the chamber: How many masters "would do this for his fervant? nay, I'll be fworn, I "have fat in the ftocks for puddings he hath ftoln, ❤otherwise he had been executed; I have stood on the "pillory for geefe he hath kill'd, otherwife he had "fuffer'd for't:”—thou think’st not of this now: Nay, I remember the trick you ferv'd me, when I took my leave of madam Julia; Did not I bid thee still mark me, and do as I do? «* when didft thou see me heave up my "leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale? didst thou ever see me do fuch a trick †?

Enter Protheus, and Julia.

Pro. Sebaftian is thy name? I like thee well, and will employ thee in fome fervice presently. Jul. In what you please; I'll do, fir, what I can.

* Notwithstanding this foliloquy has peculiar characteristic oddity and humour, it is much too long; we have therefore pointed out the paffages to be fpared.

† There is great indecency contained in Launce's conclufive fentiment.

Pro. I hope, thou wilt.-How now, you whorfon peasant ?

Where have you been these two days loitering?

Lau. Marry, fir, I carry'd miftrefs Silvia the dog you bad me.

Pro. And what fays fhe to my little jewel?

Lau. Marry, fhe fays, your dog was a cur; and tells you, currifh thanks is good enough for such a present. Pro. But the receiv'd my dog?

Lau. No, indeed, did the not; here have I brought him back again.

Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me?

Lau. Ay, fir; the other fquirrel was ftoln from me by the hangman's boy in the market-place: and then I offer'd her mine own; who is a dog as big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater.

Pro. Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again, Or ne'er return again into my fight.

Away, I fay; ftay'st thou to vex me here ?

[Exit Launce. A flave, that, ftill an end, turns me to fhame.Sebaftian, I have entertained thee,

Partly, that I have need of fuch a youth,
That can with fome difcretion do my business,
For 'tis no trufting to yon' foolish lowt;
But, chiefly, for thy face, and thy behaviour,
Which (if my augury deceive me not)

Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth:
Therefore, know thou, for this I entertain thee.
Go prefently, and take this ring with thee,
Deliver it to madam Silvia:

She lov'd me well, deliver'd it to me.

Jul It feems, you lov'd not her, to leave her token :

She is dead, belike?

Pro. Not fo; I think, fhe lives.

Jul. Alas!

Pro. Why doft thou cry, alas

Jul. I cannot choose

But pity her.

Pro. Wherefore should't thou pity her?

Jul. Becaufe, methinks, that he lov'd you as well

As

As you do love your lady Silvia:

She dreams on him, that has forgot her love;
You doat on her, that cares not for your love:

'Tis pity, love fhould be fo contrary ;

And thinking on it makes me cry, alas!

Pro. Well, give her that ring, and give her therewithal

This letter; that's her chamber: Tell my lady,
I claim the promise for her heavenly picture:
Your meffage done, hie home unto my chamber,
Were thou shalt find me fad and folitary.

[Exit Protheus. Jul. How many women would do fuch a message? Alas, poor Protheus! thou haft entertain'd

A fox, to be the fhepherd 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 meffenger)

To plead for that, which I would not obtain ;

To carry that, which I would have refus'd ;

To praife his faith, which I would have difprais'd.
I am my master's true confirmed love;

But cannot be true fervant to my mafter,
Unless I prove false traitor to myself:
Yet will I woo for him; but yet fo coldly,

As, heaven it knows, I would not have him speed *.
Enter Silvia.

Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean
To bring me where to fpeak with madam Silvia.
Sil. What would you with her, if that I be fhe ?
Jul. If you be fhe, I do intreat your patience
To hear me fpeak the message I am sent on.
Sil. From whom?

Jul. My mafter; from Sir Protheus, madam.

Julia under difguife pleading for her rival to her own admired fwain, is a repetition of feveral devices in passages past.