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Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, in respect of her breath.

Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast: read on.

Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth.

Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath. Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep.

Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep no in her talk.

Speed. Item, She is slow in words.

Laun. O villain, that set this down among he vices! To be slow in words, is a woman's only virtue: I pray thee, out with 't; and place it for hei chief virtue.

Speed. Item, She is proud.

Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, and cannot be ta'en from her.

Speed. Item, She hath no teeth.

Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love crusts.

Speed. Item, She is curst."

Laun. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to bite. Speed. Item, She will often praise her liquor. Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall: if she will not, I will; for good things should be praised. Speed. Item, She is too liberals

Laun. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's writ down she is slow of; of her purse she shall not; for that I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she may, and that I cannot help. Well, proceed.

Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, ana more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults.

Laun. Stop there; I'll have her she was mine, and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article: rehearse that once more.

Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, Laun. More hair than wit, it may be; I'll prove it: the cover of the salt hides the salt, and therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that covers the wit, is more than the wit; for the greater hides the less. What's next?

Speed. And more faults than hairs, —

Laun. That's monstrous : 0, that that were out! Speed. And more wealth than faults.

Laun. Why, that word makes the faults gracious: Well, I'll have her; and if it be a match, as nothing is impossible,

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Speed. What then!

Laun. Why, then I will tell thee, - that thy master stays for thee at the north gate. Speed. For me?

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Have some malignant power upon my life:
If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear,
As ending anthem of my endless dolor.

Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not help,
And study help for that which thou lament'st.
Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love;
Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.
Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that,
And manage it against despairing thoughts.
Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence:
Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd
Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.
The time now serves not to expostulate:
Come, I'll convey thee through the city gate;
And, ere I part with thee, confer at large,
Of all that may concern thy love affairs:
As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself,
Regard thy danger, and along with me.

Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy,
Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north gate.
Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine.
Val. O my dear Silvia! hapless Valentine!
Laun. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have
the wit to think my master is a kind of a knave:
but that's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives
not now, that knows me to be in love: yet I am in
love; but a team of horse shall not pluck that from
me; nor who 'tis I love, and yet 'tis a woman: but
what woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a
milk-maid: yet 'tis not a maid, for she hath had
gossips: yet tis a maid, for she is her master's
maid, and serves for wages. She hath more quali-
ties than a water spaniel,-which is much in a
bare Christian. Here is the cat-log [pulling out a
paper] of her conditions. Imprimis, She can fetch
and carry. Why, a horse can do no more; nay, a
horse cannot fetch, but only carry; therefore, is
she better than a jade. Item, She can milk; look
you, a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands.

Enter SPEED.

Speed. How, now, signior Launce? what news with your mastership?

Laun. With my 'master's ship? why, it is at


Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake the word: What news then in your paper!

Laun. The blackest news, that ever thou heard'st.
Speed. Why, man, how black?

Laun. Why, as black as ink.
Speed. Let me read them.

Laun. Fie on thee, jolt-head; thou canst not read.
Speed. Thou liest, I can.

Laun. I will try thee; tell me this: who begot thee?

Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather. Laun. O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy grandmother: this proves, that thou canst not


Speed. Come, fool, come; try me in thy paper.
Laun. There; and Saint Nicholas' be thy speed!
Speed. Imprimis, She can milk.
Laun. Ay, that she can.

Speed. Item, She brews good ale.

Laun. And thereof comes the proverb,-Blessing of your heart, you brew good ale.

Speed. Item, She can sew.

Laun. That's as much as to say, Can she so?
Speed. Item, She can knit.

Laun. What need a man care for a stock with a wench, when she can knit him a stock?

Speed. Item, She can wash and scour. Laun. A special virtue; for then she need not be washed and scoured.

Speed. Item, She can spin.

Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels when she can spin for her living.

Speed. Item. She hath many nameless virtues. Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues: that, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore have no names.

Speed. Here follow her vices.
Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues.

St. Nicholas presided over young scholars.

Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou? he hath staid for a better man than thee.

Speed. And must I go to him?

Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast staid so long, that going will scarce serve the turn. Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner? 'pox of your love-letters! [Exit. Laun. Now will he be swinged for reading my letter: An unmannerly slave, that will thrust him self into secrets! — I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's [Ex. SCENE II.-The same. A room in the Duke's Palace.


Enter DUKE and THURIO; PROTEUS behind. Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love you,

Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight.

Thu. Since his exile she hath despised me most,
Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me,
That I am desperate of obtaining her.

Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure
Trenched in ice; which with an hour's heat
Dissolves to water and doth lose his form.
A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,
And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.-
How now, sir Proteus? Is your country man,
According to our proclamation, gone?
Pro. Gone, my good lord.

Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously
Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief.
Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so.
Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee
(For thou hast shown some sign of good desert)
Makes me the better to confer with thee.

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Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, Let me not live to look upon your grace.

Duke. Thou know'st how willingly I would effect The match between Sir Thurio and my daughter. Pro. I do, my lord.

Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant dow she opposes her against my will.

Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here.
Duke. Ay, and perversely she persévers so.
What might we do to make the girl forget
The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio?

Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine
With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent;
Three things that women highly hold in hate.
Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoke in hate.
Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it:
Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken
By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend.
Duke. Then you must undertake to slander

Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do: 'Tis an ill office for a gentleman; Especially, against his very friend. Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage him,

And cannot soon revolt and change your mind.
Upon this warrant shall you have access,
Where you with Silvia may confer at large;
For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy,

And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you;
Where you may temper her, by your persuasion,
To hate young Valentine, and love my friend.

Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect:-
But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough;
You must lay lime, to tangle her desires,
By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes
Should be full fraught with serviceable vows.

Duke. Ay,much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.
Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty
You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart:
Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears
Moist it again; and frame some feeling line,
That may discover such integrity: -
For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews;
Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,
Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans
Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.
After your dire lamenting elegies.
Visit by night your lady's chamber-window
With some sweet concert: to their instruments
Tune a deploring dump; the night's dead silence
Will well become such sweet complaining griev-

Your slander never can endamage him:
Therefore the office is indifferent,

Being entreated to it by your friend.


Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it, This, or else nothing, will inherit her.
By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,
She shall not long continue love to him.

But, say this weed her love from Valentine,

It follows not that she will love sir Thurio.

Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from him, Let us into the city presently

Lest it should ravel, and be good to none,
You must provide to bottom it on me:
Which must be done, by praising me as much
As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine.

Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this
Because we know, on Valentine's report,
You are already love's firm votary,

SCENE I.-A Forest near Mantua.
Enter certain Out-laws.

1 Out. Fellows, stand fast; I see a passenger.

2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down with 'em.


3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have
about you;

If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you.
Speet, Sir, we are undone! these are the villains
That all the travelers do fear so much.
Val. My friends-

1 Out. That's not so, sir; we are your enemies.

2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him.

3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we;

A man I am, cross'd with adversity:

My riches are these poor habiliments,

Of which if you should here disfurnish me,

You take the sum and substance that I have.

2 Out. Whither travel you?

Val. To Verona.

1 Out. Whence came you?


f crooked fortune had not thwarted me.

1 Out. What, were you banish'd thence? Val. I was.

Duke. This disciplines hows thou hast been in love.

Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in practice.
Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver,

To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in music:
I have a sonnet, that will serve the turn,
To give the onset to thy good advice.
Duke. About it, gentlemen.

2 Out. For what offense?

Fal. For that which now torments me to rehearse: ⚫kill'd a man, whose death I much repent;

• Well-looking.

Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper:
And afterward determine our proceedings.
Duke. Even now about it: will pardon you.


But yet I slew him manfully in fight,
Without false vantage, or base treachery.

1 Out. Why, ne'er repent it, if it were done so: But were you banish'd for so small a fault?

Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom. 1 Out. Have you the tongues?

For he's a proper man.

Val. Then know that I have little wealth to lose; Such as the fury of ungoverned youth

Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy; Or else I often had been miserable.

3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar, This fellow were a king for our wild faction. 2 Out. We'll have him: sirs, a word.

Speed. Master, be one of them;

It is an honorable kind of thievery.
Val. Peace, villain!

2 Out. Tell us this: have you anything to take

Val. Nothing, but my fortune.

3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen,

Val. From Milan.

3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there?

Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might And, partly, seeing you are beautified

have staid,

With goodly shape; and by your own report
A linguist; and a man of such perfection,
As we do in our quality much want;-

2. Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd mar
Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you:
Are you content to be our general?"

Thrust from the company of awful men :
Myself was from Verona banished,
For practising to steal away a lady,
An heir, and near allied unto the duke.

2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, Whom, in my mood, I stabb'd unto the heart.

1 Out. And I. for such like petty crimes as these. But to the purpose, -(for we cite our faults, That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives,)

Birdlime. • Mournful elegy. Choose out. 1 Languages. 2 Lawful. Anger, resentment

To maksa pustue of necessity,

Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not And live, as we do, in this wilderness?

Host. Why, my pretty youth? 3 Out. Wat say'st thou ! wilt thou be of our J!11. He plays false, father. consort!

Host. How? out of tune on the strings? Fay, ay, and be the captain of us all :

Jul. Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my We'll do thee homage, and be rul'd by thee, very heart-strings. love thee as our coinmander, and our king.

Host. You have a quick ear. 1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me 2 Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have have a slow heart. ofler'd.

Host. I perceive you delight not in music.
Val. I take your offer, and will live with you ; Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so.
Provided that you do no outrages

Host. Hark, what fine change is in the music! On silly women, or poor passengers.

Jul. Ay; that change is the spite. 3 Out. No, we detest such vile base practices. Host. You would have them always play but Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews, one thing? And show thee all the treasure we have got ;

Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. But, host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on,

(Exeunt. often resort unto this gentlewoman?

Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, SCENE II. — Milan. Court of the Palace.

he loved her out of all nick.. Enter PROTEUS.

Jul. Where is Launce ?

Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, by his master's command, he must carry for a And now I must be as unjust to Thurio.

present to his lady. Under the color of commending him,

Jul. Peace! stand aside! the company parts. I have access my own love to prefer :

Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you! I will so plead But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,

That you shall say, my cunning drift excels. To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.

Thu. Where meet we? When I protest true loyalty to her,

Pro. At saint Gregory's well. She twits me with my falsehood to my friend:

Thu. Farewell. When to her beauty I commend my vows,

(Exeunt THURIO and Musiciars She bids me think, how I have been forsworn In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov'd:

Silvia appears above, at her window. And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips, The least whereof would quell a lover's hope, Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship. Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, Sil. I thank you for your music, gentlemen: The more it grows and fawneth on her still. Who is that, that spake? But here comes Thurio: now must we to her window, Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, And give some evening music to her ear.

You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice.

Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it.
Enter THUR10 and Musicians.

Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. Thu. How now, sir Proteus, are you crept

Sil. What is your will ! before us ?


That I may compass yours. Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for you know, that love Sil. You have your wish; my will is even this,Will creep in service where it cannot go.

That presently you hie you home to bed. Thu. Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here. Thou subtle, perjur’d, false, disloyal man ! Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence. Think'st thou, I am so shallow, so conceitless, Thu. Whom? Silvia ?

To be seduced by thy tlattery, Pro. Ay, Silvia, — for your sake.

That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows? Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, Return, return, and make thy love amends. Let's tune, and to it lustily a while.

For me, --- by this pale queen of night I swear,

I am so far from granting thy request, Enter Host, at a distance; and Julia in boy's That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit; clothes.

And by and by intend to chide myself, Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're Even for this time I spend in talking to thee. allycholly ; I pray you, why is it?

Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady, Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. But she is dead. Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring


'Twere false, if I should speak it; you where you shall hear music, and see the gen- For I am sure she is not buried.

[Aside. tleman that you ask'd for.

Sil. Say that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, Jul. But shall I hear him speak?

Survives ; to whom, thyself art witness, Host. Ay, that you shall.

I am betrothed: And art thou not asham'd Jul. That will be music.

[Music plays. To wrong him with thy importúnacy?. Host. Hark! hark !

Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead. Jul. Is he among these ?

Sil. And so, suppose, am 1; for in his grave Host. Ay, but peace, let's hear 'em.

Assure thyself my love is buried.

Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. SONG.

Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence, Who is Silvia? What is she?

Or, at the least, in her's sepulchre thine.
That all our swains commend her?

Jul. He heard not that.

(Aside Holy, fair, and wise is she ;

Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, The hearens such grace did lend her, Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love, That she might admired be.

The picture that is hanging in your chamber;

To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep :
Is she kind, as she is fair?

For, since the substance of your perfect self
For beauty lives with kindness :

Is else devoted, I am but a shadow;
Love doth to her eucs repair.

And to your shadow, I will make true love.
To help him of his blindness ;

Jul. If 'twere a substance, you would, sure, do And, being help'd, inhabits therc.

ceive it, Then to Silvia let us sing,

And make it but a shadow, as I am. (Aside That Silvia is excelling;

Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir; She exrels each mortal thing.

But, since your falsehood shall become you well Upon the dull earth dwelling;

To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, To her let us garlands bring.

Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it.

And so good rest. Ilost. How now ? are you sadder than you were Pro.

As wretches have o'er night, before !

That wait for execution in the morn. How do you, man ? the music likes you not.

(Exeunt PROTEUS, and Silvia from above. • Passionate reproaches.

• Beyond all reckoning.

Jul. Host, will you go?
Host. By my halidom, I was fast asleep.
Jal. Pray you, where lies sir Proteus?
Host. Marry, at my house: Trust me, I think
'tis almost day.

Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night
That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. The same.

Enter Eglamour.

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

SILVIA appears above, at her window.
Who calls?


Your servant, and your friend;
One that attends your ladyship's command.
Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-mor-

dogs, under the duke's table: he nad not been there (bless the mark!) a pissing while; but all the char ber smelt him. Out with the dog, says one; Whus cur is that? says another; Whip him out, says tha third; Hang him up, says the duke. 1, having been acquainted with the smell 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 1, quoth he. You do him the mor 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 their servant? Nay, I'll be sworn, I have sat in the stocks for puddings he hath stolen, otherwise he had been executed: I have stood on the pillory for geese he hath killed, otherwise he had suffered for t: thou think'st not of this now!-Nay, I remember the trick you served me, when I took my leave of madam Silvia; did not I bid thee still mark me, and do as I do? When didst thou sce me heave up my leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale? didst thou ever see ma do such a trick?


Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself.
According to your ladyship's impose,

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

Sil. O Ezlamour, thou art a gentleman,
(Think not I flatter, for I swear I do not,)
Valiant, wise, remorseful, 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 soul abhorr'd.
Thyself hast lov'd; and I have heard thee say,
No grief did ever come so near thy heart,
As when thy lady and thy true love died,

T pon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity.
Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,

To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode;
And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,
I do desire thy worthy company,
Upon whose faith and honor I repose.
Tre not my father's anger, Eglamour,
But think upon my grief, a lady's grief;
And on the justice of my flying hence,
To keep me from a most unholy match,

Which heaven and fortune still reward with plagues. Or ne'er return again into my sight.

I do desire thee, even from a heart

As full of sorrows as the sea of sands

Away, I say: stay'st thou to vex me here?

A slave, that, still an end, turns me to shame.

To bear me company, and go with me:
If not, to hide what I have said to thee,
That I may venture to depart alone.

Ez. Madam, I pity much your grievances:
Which since I know they virtuously are plac'd,
I give consent to go along with you;
Recking as little what betideth me,

As much I wish all good befortune you.
When will you go?]

This evening coming.
Eg!. Where shall I meet you?
Where I intend holy confession.
Egl. I will not fail your ladyship:
Good-morrow, gentle lady.

Sil. Good-morrow, kind sir Eglamour. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV. The same.


Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well, And will employ thee in some service presently. Jul. In what you please; I will do what I can. Pro. I hope thou wilt.- How now, you whoreson peasant? [TO LAUNCE. Where have you been these two days loitering? Laun. Marry, sir, I carried mistress Silvia the dog you bade me.

Pro. And what says she to my little jewel? Laun. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur; and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for such a present.

Pro. But she received my dog?

Laun. No, indeed, she did not: here have 1 brought him back again.

Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me? Laun. Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman's boys in the market-place: and then I offered 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,

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 yon foolish lowt;
But, chiefly, for thy face and thy behavior;
Which (if my augury deceive me not)
Witness 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 :

At friar Patrick's cell, She loved me well, deliver'd it to me.

Jul. It seems you loved her not, to leave her token: She's dead, belike.


Jul. Alas!

Enter LAUNCE, with his dog.

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

When a man's servant shall play the cur with him, look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up of a puppy; one that I saved from drowning when three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it! I have taught him-even as one would say precisely, Thus I would teach a dog. I was sent to deliver him, as a present to mistress Silvia, from my master; and I came no sooner into the diningchamber, but he steps me to her trencher, and steals ber capon's leg. O, 'tis a foul thing when a curI claim the promise for her heavenly picture. cannot keeps himself in all companies! I would Your message done, hie home unto my chamber, bate, as one should say, one that takes upon him Where thou shalt find me sad and solitary. to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all [Exit PROTEUS things. If I had not had more wit than he, to take Jul. How many women would do such a message a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he had Alas, poor Proteus! thou hast entertain'd been hanged for 't: sure as I live, he had suffered A fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs: fort. you shall judge. He thrusts me himself Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him to the company of three or four gentleman-like That with his very heart despiseth me? •Holy dame, blessed lady. Injunction, command. Because he loves her, he despiseth me; •Compassionate. 2 In the end.



Not so; I think, she lives.

Because I ove him, I must pity him.
This ring I gave him, when he parted from me,
To bind hiri 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 I will 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 mean
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.
[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.
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 hath 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


Sil. Is she not passing fair?

Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is: When she did think my master loved 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 checks And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face, That now she is become as black as 1.

SCENE I.-The same. An Abbey.


Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky;

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

Enter Silvia.

Sec, where she comes: Lady, a happy evening!
Sil. Amen, amen! go on, good glamour!
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 the, we are sure enough. [Exeunt

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 judgme: t
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 Right;
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.

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 tritle 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 color'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 unseeing eyes, To make my master out of love with thee. [Exit.

SCENE II. The same. An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.

Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA. Thu. Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit! Pro. O, 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 rounder.

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 beat teous ladies' eyes. Jul. 'Tis true; such pearls as put out ladies' eyes.

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