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Jul. If you be the, I do intreat your patience
To hear me speak the message I am fent on.
Sil. From whom?
Jul. From my master, Sir Protheus, Madam.
Sil. Oh! he sends you for a picture ?
Jal. Ay, Madam.
Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there.
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, may't please you to peruse this letterat :
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're stufft with proteftations,
And full of new-found oaths, which he will break,
As casily as I do tear his paper.
Ful. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring.
Sil. The more ihame for him, that he fends it me;
For, I have heard kim say a thousand timesy
His Julia gave it him at his departure :
Tho' his falle finger have prophan'd-the ring,
Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong.
Jul. She thanks you.
Sil. What say'it thou ?
Jul. I thank you, Madam, that you tender her;n: A Poor gentlewoman, my master wrongs her macho
1 Sit. Doit thou know her ?
Ful. Almost as well, as I do know myself.
To think upon her woes, I do proteil
That I have wept an hundred several times.
Sil. Belike, the thinks, chat Protheus hath forsook her.
Jul. I think, the doth; and that's her cause of forrow.
Sil. Is Me not pafling 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 fun-expelling mask away;
The air bath ftarv'd the roses in her cheeks,
And pinch'd the lilly-tincture of her face,
That now she is become as black as J.
Sil. How tall was the ?
Jul. About my ftature: for at Pentecoft,
When all our pageants of delight were play'd,
Our youth got me to play the woman's part,
And I was trim'd in Madam Julia's gown;
Which served me as fit, by all mens 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, paffioning
For T beseus' perjury and unjust fight;
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 forrow !
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; I give thee this
For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lov'it her.
Jul. And the 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 fee; I think,
If I had such a cire, this face of mine
Were full-as lovely as is this of hers :
And yet the painter Aatter'd her a little,
Unless I flatter with myself too much.
Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow.
If that be all the diff'rence in his love,
I'll get me such a colour'd perriwig.
Her eyes are grey as glass, and fo are mine;
Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine is high.
What should it be, that he respects in her,
But I can make respective in myfelf,
If this fond love were not a blinded god?
Come, shadow, come; and, take this hadow up;
For 'tis thy rival., thou senseless form,
Thou thalt be worship'd, kiss'd, loy'd and ador'd;
And were there sense in his idolatry,
My fubitance should be statue in thy itead.
I'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' fake,
That us'd me so; or else, by Jove I vow,
I Thould have fcratch'd out your unseeing eyes,
To make my master out of love with thee.
Spares A CT V.: SCENE, near the. Friar's Cell, in Milan.
HE sun begins to gild the western ky,
And now it is about the
Silvia, ac Friar 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 four their expedition.
See, where she comes. Lady, a happy evening,
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're sure enough. [Exsunt.
SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Duke's
Enter Thurio, Protheus, and Julia.,
IR Protheus, what fays Silvia to my fuit :
And yet she takes exceptions at your person.
Tbu. 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 fpurr'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.'
Ful, 'Tis true, such pearls as put out ladies eyes :
For I had rather wink, than look on them. [Afide.
Ibu. How likes she my discourse?
Pro. Ill, when you talk of war.
Thų. But well, when I discourse of love and peace ?
Jul. But better indeed, when you hold your peace,
Ibu. What says she to my valour?
Pro. Oh, Sir, the makes no doubt of that.
Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.
Thu. What says Me to my birth?
Pro. That you are well derivd.
Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool.
ību. Considers the my poffeffions?
Pro. Oh, ay, and pities them.
Jul. That such an ass should own them.
Pro. That they are out by lease.
Jul. Here comes the Duke.
Duke. How now, Sir Protheus? how now, Thurie?
Which of you saw Sir Eglamour of late ?
Thu. Not 1.
Pro. Nor I.
Duke. Saw you my daughter ?
Duke. Why then
She's Aed unto that peasant Valentine ;
And Eglamour is in her company.
'Tis true; for Iriur Laurence met them both,
As he in penance wander'd through the foreft:
Him he knew well, and guess'd that it was fhe ;
Bat, being mask'd, he was not sure of it.
Befides, she did intend confession
At Patrick's cell chis ev'n, and there she was not:
These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence.
Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse,
But mount you presently, and meet with me
Upon the rising of the mountain-foot
That leads tow'rds Mantua, whither they are fled.
Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me. [Exit Duke;
Ihr. Why, this it is to be a peevith girl, That flies her fortune where it follows her: I'll after, more to be reveng'd of Eglamour, Than for the love of reckless Silvia.
Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love, Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her.
Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love, Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. [Excurt.
SCENE changes to the Forest.
Enter Silvia and Out-laws. Out: OME, 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. Į Out. Where is the gentleman, that was with her !.
3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-sun us; But Mofes and Valerius follow him. Go thou with her to th' weit end of the wood, There is our captain : follow him, that's fled, The thicker is beset, he cannot 'scape. i Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's cave,