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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 sorrow.
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 judgement, was as fair as you;
But since she did neglect her looking-glass
And threw her sun-expelling mask away,
The air hath starved the roses in her cheeks
And pinched the lily-tincture of her face,
That now she is become as black as I.
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 judgements,
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 agood,
For I did play a lamentable part:
Madam, 'twas Ariadne passioning
For Theseus' perjury and unjust flight;
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 beholding 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 lovest her.
[Exit Silvia, with attendants.
Here is her picture: let me see; I think,
If I had such a tire, this face of mine
Were full as lovely as 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 colour'd periwig.
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 trifle with itself!
Her eyes are grey as glass, and so are mine :
y, 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,
f this fond Love were not a blinded god?
Fome, shadow, come, and take this shadow up,
'or 'tis thy rival. O thou senseless form,
hou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, loved and adored !
nd were there sense in his idolatry,
ly substance should be statue in thy stead.
1l use thee kindly for thy mistress' sake,
hat used me so; or else, by Jove I vow,
should have scratch'd-out your unseeing eyes,
o make my master out of love with thee!
SCENE I. Milan. An abbey.
Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky;
nd now it is about the very hour
hat Silvia, at Friar Patrick's cell, should meet me.
e will not fail, for lovers break not hours,
nless it be to come before their time;
much they spur their expedition.
-e where she comes.
SCENE II. The same. 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;
d yet she takes exceptions at your person.
Thu. What, that my leg is too long?
Pro. No; that it is too little.
Lady, a happy evening! Sil. Amen, amen! Go on, good Eglamour, at at the postern by the abbey-wall: ear I am attended by some spies.
Egl. Fear not the forest is not three leagues off; we recover that, we are sure enough.
hu. I'll wear a boot, to make it somewhat rounder. Jul. [Aside] But love will not be spurr'd to what it loathes.
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.
Thu. How likes she my discourse?
Pro. Ill, when you talk of war.
Jul. [Aside) 'Tis true; such pearls as put out ladies' eyes.
For I had rather wink than look on them.
ihu. But well, when I discourse of love and peace?
Jul. [Aside] But better, indeed, when you hold your peace.
Thu. What says she to my valour?
Pro. That you are well derived.
Jul. [Aside] True; from a gentleman to a fool.
1hu. Considers she my possessions?
Pro. O, sir, she makes no doubt of that.
Jul. [Aside] She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.
Thu. What says she to my birth?
Pro. O, ay; and pities them.
Jul. [Aside] That such an ass should owe them.
Pro. That they are out by lease.
Jul. Here comes the duke.
Duke. How now, Sir. Proteus! how now, Thurio!
Which of you saw Sir Eglamour of late?
Thu. Not I.
Duke. Why then,
She's fled unto that peasant Valentine;
And Eglamour is in her company.
"Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both,
As he in penance wander'd through the forest;
Him he knew well, and guess'd that it was she,
But, being mask'd he was not sure of it;
Besides, she did intend confession
At Patrick's cell this even; 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 toward Mantua, whither they are fled
Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me.
Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,
t flies her fortune when it follows her. after, more to be revenged on Eglamour n for the love of reckless Silvia.
ro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love
n hate of Eglamour that goes with her.
l. And I will follow, more to cross that love
n hate for Silvia that is gone for love.
The frontiers of Mantua. The forest.
Enter Outlaws with SILVIA.
Erst Out. Come, come,
atient; we must bring you to our captain.
7. A thousand more mischances than this one
e learn'd me how to brook this patiently.
c. Out. Come, bring her away.
rst Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her? hird Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath outrun us, Moyses and Valerius follow him.
hou with her to the west end of the wood;
re is our Captain: we'll follow him that's fled; thicket is beset; he cannot 'scape. rst Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's cave : not; he bears an honourable mind, will not use a woman lawlessly.
V. O Valentine, this I endure for thee!
SCENE IV. Another part of the forest.
ul. How use doth breed a habit in a man !
shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,
ter brook than flourishing peopled towns:
can I sit alone, unseen of any,
to the nightingale's complaining notes
my distresses and record my woes.
ou that dost inhabit in my breast,
e not the mansion so long tenantless,
growing ruinous, the building fall
leave no memory of what it was!
ir me with thy presence, Silvia;
gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain !
t halloing and what stir is this to-day?
e are my mates, that make their wills their law,
- some unhappy passenger in chase.
love me well; yet I have much to do
eep them from uncivil outrages.
Withdraw thee, Valentine: who's this comes here?
Enter PROTEUS, SILVIA, and JULIA.
Pro. Madam, this service I have done for you,
Though you respect not aught your servant doth,
To hazard life and rescue you from him
That would have forced 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. [Aside] How like a dream is this I see and hear !
Love, lend me patience to forbear awhile.
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 makest me most unhappy.
Jul. [Aside] And me, when he approacheth to your pres
Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion,
I would have been a breakfast to the beast,
Rather than have false Proteus rescue me.
O, 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,
I do detest false perjured Proteus.
Therefore be gone; solicit me no more.
Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to death,
Would I not undergo for one calm look!
O, 'tis the curse in love, and still approved,
When women cannot love where they're beloved!
Sil. When Proteus cannot love where he's beloved.
Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love,
For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith
Into a thousand oaths; and all those oatlıs
Descended into perjury, to love me.
Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou'dst 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!
All men but Proteus.
Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words
Can no way change you to a milder form,
I'll woo you like a soldier, at arms' end,
Who respects friend?
And love you 'gainst the nature of love,-force ye.
Sil. O heaven!