Unless I prove false traitor to myself. Yet will I woo for him; but yet so coldly, Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean Jul. From my master, sir Proteus, madam, Jul. Ay, madam. Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there. [Picture brought. Go, give your master this: tell him from me, Jul. Madam, please you peruse this letter, 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 are stuff'd with protestations, And full of new-found oaths; which he will break, As easily as I do tear his paper. Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. Sil. The more shame for him that he sends it me; For, I have heard him say a thousand times, His Julia gave it him at his departure: Though his false finger hath profan'd the ring, Jul. She thanks you. Sil. What say'st thou ? Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her: Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. Sil. Dost thou know her? Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself: To think upon her woes, I do protest, That I have wept an 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: Sil. How tall was 6 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, Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth!- 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'st her. Farewell. [Exit SILVIA. 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 69. Alas, how love can trifle with itself! Here is her picture: Let me see; I think, If I had such a tire, this face of mine Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow : Her eyes are grey as glass; and so are mine: If this fond love were not a blinded god? I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes, ACT V. SCENE I. The Same. An Abbey. Enter EGLAMOUR. Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky; That Silvia, at Patrick's cell, should meet me, [Exit. |