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Jul. If you be fhe, I do intreat your patience
To hear me fpeak the meffage I am sent on.
Sil. From whom?

Jul. From my mafter, Sir Protheus, Madam.
Sil. Oh! he fends you for a picture ?
Jal. Ay, Madam.

Sil. Urfula, bring my picture there.

Go, give your mafter this: tell him from me,
One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget,
Would better fit his chamber than this fhadow.
Jul. Madam, may't please you to perufe this letter.
Pardon me, Madam, I have unadvis'd

Deliver'd you a paper that I fhould not;
This is the letter to your ladyfhip.

Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again.
ful. 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 cafily as I do tear his paper.

Jul. Madam, he fends your ladyship this ring.
Sil. The more shame for him, that he fends it me;
For, I have heard him fay a thousand times,
His Julia gave it him at his departure:
Tho' his falle finger have prophan'd the ring,
Mine fhall not do his Julia fo much wrong,
Jul. She thanks you.

Sil. What fay't thou?

Jul. I thank you, Madam, that you tender hergra Poor gentlewoman, my mafter wrongs her mach.

Sil. Dolt thou know her ?

Ful. Almost as well, as I do know myself.

To think upon her woes, I do proteft

That I have wept an hundred feveral times.

Sil. Belike, fhe thinks, that Protheus hath forfook her. Jul. I think, the doth; and that's her cause of forrow. Sil. Is he not paffing fair?

ful. She hath been fairer, Madam, than fhe is: When he did think, my mafter lov'd her well,

She

She, in my judgment, was as fair as you.
But fince he 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 fhe is become as black as J.
Sil. How tall was fhe?

ful. 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 ferved me as fit, by all mens judgments,
As if the garment had been made for me;
Therefore, I know, fhe 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 Thefeus' perjury and unjust flight;
Which I fo 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! defolate and left!

I weep myself, to think upon thy words.
Here, youth, there is my purfe; I give thee this
For thy fweet miftrefs' fake, because thou lov'ft her.
Farewel:

[Exit Silvia Jul. And the fhall thank you for't, if e'er you know her. A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful.

I hope, my mafter's fuit will be but cold;
Since the refpects my mistress' love fo much.
Alas! how love can trifle with itself!
Here is her picture; let me fee; I think,
If I had fuch 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 diff'rence in his love,

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I'll get me fuch a colour'd perriwig.

Her eyes are grey as glafs, and fo are mine;
Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine is high.
What should it be, that he refpects in her,
But I can make refpective in myfelf,

If this fond love were not a blinded god?
Come, fhadow, come; and take this shadow up;
For 'tis thy rival. O thou fenfeless form,
Thou shalt be worship'd, kifs'd, lov'd and ador'd;
And were there fenfe in his idolatry,
My fubftance should be ftatue in thy stead.
I'll ufe thee kindly for thy miftrefs fake,
That us'd me fo; or elfe, by Jove I vow,
I should have fcratch'd out your unfeeing eyes,
To make my mafter out of love with thee. 你 {Exit.

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SCENE, near the Friar's Cell, in Milan.

Enter Eglamour.

EGLAMOUR.

HE fun begins to gild the western sky,
And now it is about the very. hour

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Silvia, at Friar Patrick's cell, fhould meet me.
She will not fail; for lovers break not hours,
Unless it be to come before their time:
So much they fpur their expedition.

See, where the comes. Lady, a happy evening.
Enter Silvia.

Sil. Amen, Amen! Go on, good Eglamour,
Out at the postern by the abbey-wall;

I fear, I am attended by fome fpies.

Egl. Fear not; the foreft is not three leagues off;

If we recover that, we're fure enough.

[Exeunt. SCENE

SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Duke's Palace.

Thu.

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Enter Thurio, Protheus, and Julia..

IR Protheus, what fays Silvia to my fuit?
Pro. Oh, Sir, I find her milder than the was,

And yet she takes exceptions at your perfon.
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 fpurr'd to what it loaths. Thu. What fays fhe to my face?

Pro. She fays, it is a fair one.

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Thu. Nay, then the wanton lies; my face is black. Pro. But pearls are fair; and the old faying is, "Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes." Jul. 'Tis true, fuch pearls as put out ladies eyes: For I had rather wink, than look on them.

Thu. How likes fhe

Pro. Ill, when you

my difcourfe?

talk of war.

[Afide.

Thu. But well, when I discourse of love and peace?
Jul. But better indeed, when you hold your peace.
Thu. What fays fhe to my valour?

Pro. Oh, Sir, the makes no doubt of that.
Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.
Thu. What fays fhe to my birth?

Pro. That you are well deriv'd.

ful. True; from a gentleman to a fool.

Thu. Confiders the my poffeffions?

Pro. Oh, ay, and pities them.

Thu. Wherefore?

ful. That fuch an ass should own them.

Pro. That they are out by lease.

Jul. Here comes the Duke.

Enter Duke.

Duke. How now, Sir Protheus? how now, Thurie?

Which of you faw Sir Eglamour of late?

Thu. Not I.

Pro. Nor I.

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Duke.

Duke. Saw you my daughter?
Pro. Neither.

Duke. Why then

She's fled unto that pealant Valentine;
And Eglamour is in her company.

'Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both,
As he in penance wander'd through the foreft:
Him he knew well, and guefs'd that it was the;
Bat, being mask'd, he was not fure of it.
Befides, the did intend confeffion

At Patrick's cell this ev'n, and there he was not;
Thefe likelihoods confirm her flight from hence.
Therefore, I pray you, ftand not to discourse,
But mount you prefently, and meet with me
Upon the rifing of the mountain-foot

That leads tow'rds Mantua, whither they are fled.
Difpatch, fweet gentlemen, and follow me. [Exit Duke,
Tha. Why, this it is to be a peevish 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.

Out:

SCENE changes to the Foreft.

Enter Silvia and Out-laws.

[Exeunt.

NOME, come, be patient; we must bring you to our Captain.

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Sil. A thousand more mifchances, than this one, Have learn'd me how to brook this patiently. 2 Out. Come, bring her away.

Out. Where is the gentleman, that was with her?. 3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-run us; But Mofes and Valerius follow him.

Go thou with her to th' weft end of the wood,
There is our captain: follow him, that's fled,
The thicket is befet, he cannot fcape.

1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's cave,

Fear

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