For Theseus' perjury and unjust flight;
Which I so lively acted with my tears,
That my poor mistress, movèd therewithal,
Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead,
If in thought felt not her very sorrow!

Sil. She is beholden 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 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.
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 coloured periwig.
Her eyes are gray 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 thou senseless form,

Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, loved, and

adored;

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 used 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!

[Exit.

ACT V.

SCENE I.-The same

An Abbey.

Enter EGLAMOUR.

Eglamour.

HE sun begins to gild the western sky:
And now it is about the very hour

That Silvia, at friar Patrick's cell, should

meet me.

She will not fail; for lovers break not hours,
Unless it be to come before their time
So much they spur their expedition.
See where she comes.

Enter SILVIA.

Lady, a happy evening!

Sil. Amen, amen! go on, good Eglamour,

Out at the postern by the abbey-wall;

I fear I am attended by some spies.

Egl. Fear not the forest is not three leagues

off;

If we recover that, we are sure enough.

[Exeunt.

A Room in the Duke's

SCENE II.-The same.

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; And yet she takes exceptions at your person. 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.

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.
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

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.

Thu. What says she to my birth?
Pro. That you are well derived.

Jul. [aside.] True; from a gentleman to fool.

Thu. Considers she my possessions?

Pro. O, ay; and pities them.

Thu. Where fore?

a

Jul. [aside.] That such an ass should owe

them.

Pro. That they are out by lease.

Jul. Here comes the duke.

Enter DUKT

Duke. How now, sir Proteus? how now,

Thurio?

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 pecvish girl,

[Exit

That flies her fortune when it follows her :
I'll after; more to be revenged on Eglamour,
Than for the love of reckless Silvia.

[Exit.

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

[Exit.

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

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. 2 Out. Come, bring her away.

1 Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her?

3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath outrun us, 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 fled. The thicket is beset, he cannot 'scape.

1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our 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.