Sil. Say, that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, Survives; to whom, thyself art witness, 1 am betroth'd: And art thou not asham'd To wrong him with thy importunacy? Pro. I likewise hear that Valentine is dead. Sil. And so, suppose, am I; for in his grave Assure thyself, my love is buried. Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence; Or, at the least, in her's sepulchre thine. Jul. He heard not that. Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, [Aside. [it, Jul. If 'twere a substance, you would, sure, deceive And make it but a shadow, as I am. [Aside. Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir; But, since your falsehood shall become you well To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, And so, good rest. Pro. As wretches have o'er night, That wait for execution in the morn. [Exeunt Proteus; and Silvia from above. Jul. Host, will you go? Host. By my hallidom, I was fast asleep. Jul. 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. SCENE III. The same. Enter EGLAMOUR. [Exeunt. 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. Sil. Who calls? Egl. Your servant, and your friend; Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-morrow. Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself. According to your ladyship's impose, I am thus early come, to know what service Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman Nor how my father would enforce me marry As full of sorrows as the sea of sands, Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances; Recking as little what betideth me, As much I wish all good befortune you. Sil. This evening coming. Egl. Where shall I meet you? Sil. At friar Patrick's cell, Where I intend holy confession. Sil. Good-morrow, kind sir Eglamour. [Exeunt. H SCENE IV. The same. Enter LAUNCE, with his Dog. Laun. 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 dining-chamber, but he steps me to her trencher, and steals 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; sure as I live, he had suffer'd for't: you shall judge. He thrusts me himself into the company of three or four gentlemen-like dogs, under the duke's table: he had not been there (bless the mark) a pissing while, but all the chamber smelt him. Out with the dog, says one; What cur is that? says another; Whip him out, says the third; Hang him up, says the duke. I, 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 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 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 kill'd, otherwise he had suffer'd for't: thou think'st not of this now! Nay, I remember the trick you serv'd 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 see me heave up my leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale? didst thou ever see me do such a trick? Enter PROTEUS and JULIA. 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 carry'd 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 I 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 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 sight. Away, I say; Stay'st thou to vex me here; A slave, that, still an end, turns me to shame. Sebastian, I have entertain'd thee, [Exit Launce. Partly, that I have need of such a youth, She lov'd me well, deliver❜d it to me. Jul. It seems, you lov'd her not, to leave her token: She's dead, belike. As Pro. Not so; I think, she lives. Jul. Alas! 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 you do love your lady Silvia: She dreams on him, that has forgot her love; Pro. Well, give her that ring, and therewithal Your message done, hie home unto my chamber, [Erit. Jul. How many women would do such a message? To plead for that, which I would not obtain ; To praise his faith, which I would have disprais'd. Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean Jul. From my master, sir Proteus, madam. Jul. Ay, inadam. Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there. [Picture brought. Go, give your master this: tell him from me, One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget, Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. 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, Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. |