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To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep3 | I give consent to go along with you,
For since the substance of your perfect self

Is else devoted, I am but a shadow,

And to your shadow will I make true love.

Jul. Aside. If 'twere a substance, you would, sure, deceive it,

And make it but a shadow, as I am.

Sil. I am very loath to be your idol, sir;
But since your falsehood shall become you well
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Send to me in the morning and I'll send it.

And so, good rest.

Pro.

As wretches have o'ernight

That wait for execution in the morn.

Exeunt PROTEUS and SILVIA.

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Recking as little what betideth me
As much I wish all good befortune you.
When will you go?

Sil.

This evening coming.

At Friar Patrick's cell,

Egl. I will not fail your ladyship.

Egl. Where shall I meet you?
Sil.

Where I intend holy confession.

Good morrow, gentle lady.

Sil. Good morrow, kind Sir Eglamour.

SCENE IV. The Same.

Excunt.

Enter LAUNCE, with his Dog. Launce. 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

There's some great matter she'd employ me in. him to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog

Madam, madam!

Enter SILVIA above, at her window.

Sil, Who calls? Egl.

Your servant and your friend;
One that attends your ladyship's command.
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
It is your pleasure to command me in.

Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,
Think not I flatter, for I swear I do not,
Valiant, wise, remorseful, well accomplish'd,
Thou art not ignorant what dear good will
I bear unto the banish'd Valentine,

Nor how my father would enforce me marry
Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhors.
Thyself hast lov'd; and I have heard thee say
No grief did ever come so near thy heart
As when thy lady and thy true love died,
Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity.
Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,

To Mantua, where I hear he makes abode;
And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,
I do desire thy worthy company,

Upon whose faith and honour I repose.
Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour,
But think upon my grief, a lady's grief,
And on the justice of my flying hence,
To keep me from a most unholy match,
Which heaven and fortune still rewards with

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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 hanged for 't: sure as I live, he had suffered for 't: you shall judge. He thrusts me himself into the company of three or four gentlemanlike dogs under the duke's table: he had not been there-bless the mark-a piss. ing 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; 10 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 his 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 killed, otherwise he had suffered for 't; thou thinkest not of this now. Nay, I remember the trick you served 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?

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Launce. 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?
Launce. No, indeed, did she not. Here have
I brought him back again.

Pro. What! didst thou offer her this from
me?

Launce. Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman boys in the marketplace; and then I offered 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.

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Enter SILVIA, attended,

Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean
To bring me where to speak with Madam Silvia.
Sil. What would you with her, if that I be she?
Jul. If you be she, I do entreat your patience

To hear me speak the message I am sent on.
Sil. From whom?

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Sil. O! he sends you for a picture?
Jul. 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, please you peruse this letter.-
Pardon me, madam, I have unadvis'd
Deliver'd you a paper that I should not:
This is the letter to your ladyship.

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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;

Jul. It seems you lov'd not her, to leave her For I have heard him say a thousand times 140 token.

She's dead, belike?
Pro.

Jul. Alas!

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His Julia gave it him at his departure.
Though his false finger hath profan'd the ring,

Not so; I think she lives. Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong.

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Jul. Because methinks that she lov'd you as well

As you do love your lady Silvia.

She dreams on him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary;

And thinking on it makes me cry alas!'

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Pro. Well, give her that ring and therewithal
This letter: that's her chamber. Tell my lady,
I claim the promise for her heavenly picture.
Your message done, hie home unto my chamber,
Where thou shalt find me sad and solitary. Exit.
Jul. How many women would do such a
message?

Alas! poor Proteus, thou hast entertain'd
A fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs.
Alas! poor fool, why do I pity him
That with his very heart despiseth me?
Because he loves her, he despiseth me;
Because I love him, I must pity him.

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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 a hundred several times.

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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 lov'd her well,
She, in my judgment, was as fair as you;
But since she did neglect her looking-glass
And threw her sun-expelling mask away,
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And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face,
That now she is become as black as I.

Sil. How tall was she?

This ring I gave him when he parted from me,
To bind him to remember my good will;
And now am I, unhappy messenger,

To plead for that which I would not obtain,
To carry that which I would have refus'd,
To praise his faith which I would have disprais'd.
I am my master's true-confirmed love,
But cannot be true servant to my master,
Unless I prove false traitor to myself.
Yet will I woo for him; but yet so coldly
As, heaven it knows, I would not have him Wept bitterly, and would I might be dead
If I in thought felt not her very sorrow!

speed.

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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 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 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,

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Jul. And she shall thank you for 't, if e'er you know her.

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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.' Jul. Aside. "Tis true, such pearls as put out ladies' eyes;

For I had rather wink than look on them.
Thu. How likes she my discourse?

Pro. Ill, when you talk of war.

Thu. But well, when I discourse of love and peace?

Jul. Aside. But better, indeed, when you hold

your peace.

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Thu. What says she to my valour?
Pro. O, sir, she makes no doubt of that.
Jul. Aside. She needs not, when she knows it

cowardice.

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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 see; I think, If I had such 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 difference in his love I'll get me such a colour'd periwig. Her eyes are grey as glass, and so are mine: Ay, 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, If this fond Love were not a blinded god? Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up, For 'tis thy rival. O thon senseless form! Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, lov'd and ador'd, And, were there sense in his idolatry, My substance should be statue in thy stead. I'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' sake, That us'd me so; or else, by Jove I vow, I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes, To make my master out of love with thee.

ACT V.

SCENE I.-Milan. An Abbey. Enter EGLAMOUR.

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Exit.

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Duke. Why then,

Saw you my daughter?

Neither?

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; 50
Him he knew well, and guess'd that it was she,
Besides, she did intend confession
But, being mask'd, he was not sure of it;

These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence.
At Patrick's cell this even, and there she was not.
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.

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Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her.

Exit.

Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love Than hate for Silvia that is gone for love. Exit.

SCENE III. - The Forest.

Enter SILVIA and Outlaws.

First Out, Come, come,

Thu. 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 ?

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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.
Second Out. Come, bring her away.
First Out. Where is the gentleman that was
with her?

Third Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath out- | Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love,

run us;

For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy

But Moyses and Valerius follow him.
Go thou with her to the west end of the wood;
There is our captain. We'll follow him that's

faith

Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths Descended into perjury to love me.

fled:

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Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou'dst two, And that's far worse than none; better havenone

Thou counterfeit to thy true friend! Pro.

In love

Who respects friend? Sil.

The thicket is beset; he cannot 'scape. First Out. Come, I must bring you to our Than plural faith which is too much by one. 52 captain's cave.

Fear not; he bears an honourable mind, And will not use a woman lawlessly.

Sil. O Valentine! this I endure for thee.

Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-Another Part of the Forest.
Enter VALENTINE.

Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man!
This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns.
Here can I sit alone, unseen of any,
And to the nightingale's complaining notes
Tune my distresses and record my woes.
O thou that dost inhabit in my breast,
Leave not the mansion so long tenantless,
Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall

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,

And love you 'gainst the nature of love, -force

you.

Sil. O heaven!

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And leave no memory of what it was! Repair me with thy presence, Silvia!

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Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain! What halloing and what stir is this to-day? These are my mates, that make their wills their

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hand

Have some unhappy passenger in chase.
They love me well; yet I have much to do
To keep them from uncivil outrages.
Withdraw thee, Valentine: who's this comes
here?
Steps aside.

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

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That would have forc'd your honourandyourlove. 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. 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.

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Sil. By thy approach thou mak'st me most unhappy.

Jul. Aside. And me, when he approacheth to your presence.

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 perjur'd Proteus.

Therefore be gone, solicit me no more.

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Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to This is the ring you sent to Silvia.

death,

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Jul. O! cry you mercy, sir; I have mistook:

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Would I not undergo for one calm look!
O! 'tis the curse in love, and still approv'd,
When women cannot love where they're belov'd.

Sil. When Proteus cannot love where he's belov'd.

Jul. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths,

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Thu. Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia's mine.
Val. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy
death;

Come not within the measure of my wrath;
Do not name Silvia thine; if once again,
Verona shall not hold thee. Here she stands;
Take but possession of her with a touch;
I dare thee but to breathe upon my love.

Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I.
I hold him but a fool that will endanger
His body for a girl that loves him not :
I claim her not, and therefore she is thine.

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Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou,
To make such means for her as thou hast done,
And leave her on such slight conditions.
Now, by the honour of my ancestry,
I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine,

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Know then, I here forget all former griefs,
Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again,
Plead a new state in thy unrivall'd merit,
To which I thus subscribe: Sir Valentine,
Thou art a gentleman and well deriv'd;
Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserv'd her.
Val. I thank your grace; the gift hath made
me happy.

I now beseech you, for your daughter's sake,
To grant one boon that I shall ask of you.
Duke. I grant it for thine own, whate'er it be.
Val. These banish'd men that I have kept
withal

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