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Pro. She says, it is a fair one.
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. Afide.
Thu. How likes she my discourse ?
[Afide. Thu. What says she to my birth? Pro. That you are well deriv’d. Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool. [Afde. Thu. Considers she my possessions ? Pro. O, ay; and pities them. Tou. Wherefore? Jul. That such an ass should own them, [Aside. Pro. That they are out by lease. Jul. Here comes the duke.
Thu. Not I.
Duke. Why then
1. Jul. 'Tis true, &c.] This speech, which certainly belongs to Julia, is given, in the old copy, to Thurio. Mr. Rowe restored it to its proper owner. STEVENS,
And Eglamour is in her company.
Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love, Than hate of Egiamour that goes with her.
Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love, Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. (Exeunt,
Enter Silvia and Out-laws. Out. Come, come, b ht; we must bring you to our captain,
Şil. A thousand more mischances, than this one, Have learn’d me how to brook this patiently.
2 Oui. Come, bring her away.
3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-run us; But Moyfes and Valerius follow him. Go thoy with her to the west end of the wood,
There is our captain: we'll follow him that's fed.
i Out. Come, I'll bring you to our captain's cave:
Sil. O Valentine, this I endure for thee! [Exeunt.
SC E N E IV.
[Val. steps afide.
9 O thou, that doft inhabit in my breast,
Leave not the manfion so long tenantless;
And leave no memory of what it was !] It is hardly posible to point out four lines in any of the plays of Shakespeare, more remarkable for ease and elegance, than these. STEEVENS,
Enter Protheus, Silvia, and Julia. Pro. Madam, this service have I done for you. (Though you respect not aught your servant doth) To hazard life, and rescue you from him, That wou'd have forc'd your honour and your love. Vouchsafe me for my meed but one fair look: A smaller boon than this I cannot beg, And less than this, I am sure, you cannot give.
Val. How like a dream is this, I fee, and hear! Love, lend me patience to forbear a while. [Aside.
Sil. O miserable, unhappy that I am!
Pro. Unhappy were you, Madam, ere I came; But by my coming I have made you happy.
Sil. By thy approach thou mak'st me most unhappy,
Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion, I would have been a breakfast to the beast, Rather than have false Protheus rescue me.
Oh, heaven be judge, how I love Valentine, . Whose life's as tender to me as my soul ;
And full as much (for more there cannot be)
Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to death,
Sil. When Protheus cannot love, where he's belov'd. Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love, For whose dear fake thou then didît rend thy faith Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths Descended into perjury, to love me. Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou had'st two, And that's far worse than none : better have none
Than plural faith, which is too much by one : * Thou counterfeit to thy true friend!
Pro. In love,
Sil. All men but Protheus.
Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words
Sil. Oh heaven!
Val. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch;
love; (For such is a friend now) treacherous man! Thou hast beguild my hopes ; nought but mine eye Could have perfuaded me. Now I dare not say, I have one friend alive; thou would'st disprove me. Who should be trusted, when one's own right hand Is perjur'd to the bosom? Protheus, I am sorry, I must never trust thee more, But count the world a stranger for thy fake. · The private wound is deepest. Oh time, most
curft! 'Mong ft all foes, that a friend should be the worst !
Pro. My shame, and guilt, confounds me :
Val. Then I am paid :
1 The private wound, &c.] I have a little mended the mean fore. The old edition, and all but Sir T. Hanmer, read, The private wound is deepest, oh time most accurft.
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