Vah. No more; unless the next word that thou Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, in speak'st

respect of her breath. Have some malignant power upon my life :

Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear,

breakfast: read on. As ending anthem of my endless dolor.

Speed, Item, She hath a sweet mouth. Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath. And study help for that which thou lament'st. Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep. Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love; in her talk. Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.

Speed. Item, She is slow in rvords. Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, Laun. O villain, that set this down among her And manage it against despairing thoughts. vices! To be slow in words, is a woman's only Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence: virtue: I pray thee, out with t; and place it for her Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd

chief virtue. Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.

Speed. Item, She is proud. The time now serves not to expostulate :

Larun. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, Come, I'll convey thee through the city gate; and cannot be ta'en from her. And, ere I part with thee, confer at large,

Speed. Item, She hath no teeth. of all that may concern thy love affairs :

Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself,

crusts. Regard thy danger, and along with me.

Speed. Item, She is curst.: Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy, Laun. Well, the best is, she hath no teeth to bite. Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north gate. Speed. Item, She will often praise her liquor,

Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall : if she Val. O my dear Silvia ! hapless Valentine! will not, I will; for good things should be praisert.

[Ereunt VALESTINE and PROTEUS. Speed. Item, She is too liberal. Laun. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have Laun. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's writ the wit to think my master is a kind of a knave: down she is slow of; of her purse she shall not; but that's all one, it he be but one knave. He lives for that I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she not now, that knows me to be in love: yet I am in may, and that I cannot help. Well, proceed. love; but a team of horse shall not pluck that from Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, and me; nor who 'tis I love, and yet 'tis a woman: but more faults than hairs, and more weaith than what woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a faults. milk-maid: yet 'tis not a maid, for she hath had Laun. Stop there ; I'll have her: she was mine, gossips: yet 'tis a maid, for she is her master's and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article: maid, and serves for wages. She hath more quali- rehearse that once more. ties than a water spaniel, - which is much in a Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, bare Christian. Here is the cat-log [ pulling out a

Laun. More hair than wit, - it may be; I'n paper) of her conditions. Imprimis, she can fetch prove it: the cover of the salt hides the salt, and and carry. Why, a horse can do no more; nay, a therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that horse cannot fetch, but only carry; therefore, is covers the wit, is more than the wit; for the greater she better than a jade. Item, She can milk ; look hides the less. What's next? you, a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands. Speed. And more faults than hairs, Enter SPEED.

Laun. That's monstrous : 0, that that were out!

Speed. And more wealth than faults. Speed. How, now, signior Launce? what news Laun. Why, that word makes the faults grawith your mastership?

cious : Well, i'll have her; and if it be a match, as Laun. With my master's ship? why, it is at nothing is impossible,

Speed. What then ? Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake the Laun. Why, then I will tell thee, - that thy word: What news then in your paper ?

master stays for thee at the north gate. Laun. The blackest news, that ever thou heard'st. Speed. For me? Speed. Why, man, how black?

Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou ? he hath Laun. Why, as black as ink.

staid for a better man than thee. Speed. Let me read them.

Speed. And must I go to him ? Laun. Fie on thee, jolt-head; thou canst not read. staid 90 iong, that going will scarce serve the turn.

Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast Speed. Thou liest, I can.

Laun. I will try thee; tell me this: who begot Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner ? 'pox of thee?

your love-letters!

[Erit. Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather.

Laun. Now will he be swinged for reading my Laun. O illiterate loiterer!'it was the son of letter: An unmannerly slave, that will thrust himthy grandmother: this proves, that thou canst not self into secrets !- ''ll after, to rejoice in the boy's rcad.

correction.

(Exit. Speed. Come, fool, come; try me in thy paper. SCENE II. - The same. A room in the Duke's Laun. There; and Saint Nicholas: be thy speed !

Palace.
Speed. Imprimis, She can milk.
Laun. Ay, that she can.

Enter DUKE and THURIO; PROTEUS behind. Speed. Item, She brews good ale.

Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love Laun. And thereof comes the proverb,- Bless

you, ing of your heart, you brew good ale.

Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. Speed. Item, She can sew.

Thu. Since his exile she hath despised me most, Laun. That's as much as to say, Can she so? Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me, Speed. Item, She can knit.

That I am desperate of obtaining her. Laun. What need a man care for a stock with Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure a wench, when she can knit him a stock?

Trencheds in ice; which with an hour's heat Speed. Item, She can wash and scour.

Dissolves to water and doth lose his form. Laun. A special virtue; for then she need not A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, be washed and scoured.

And worthless Valentine shall be forgot. Speed. Item, She can spin.

How now, sir Proteus? Is your countryman, Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels | According to our proclamation, gone ? when she can spin for her living.

Pro. Gone, my good lord. Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues. Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously.

Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard vir- Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. tues: that, indeed, know not their fathers, and Duke. So I believe ; but 'Thurio thinkis not so. therefore have no names.

Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee Speed. Here follow her vices.

(For thou hast shown some sign of good desert) Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues.

Makes me the better to confer with thee.
St. Nicholas presided over young scholars.

a Froward. • Liorntious in language.

Cut.

sea.

Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, And cannot soon revolt and change your mind.
Let me not live to look upon your grace.

Upon this warrant shall you have access,
Duke. Thou know'st how willingly I would effect where you with Silvia may confer at large;
The match between Sir Thurio and my daughter. For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy,
Pro. I do, my lord.

And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you;
Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant Where you may temper her, by your persuasion,
How she opposes her against my will.

To hate young Valentine, and love my friend.
Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. Pro. As much as I can do, I will ellect:-

Duke. Ay, and perversely she persévers so. But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough;
What might we do to make the girl forget

You must lay lime, to tangle her desires,
The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio ? By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes

Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine Should be full fraught with serviceable vows.
With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent; Duke. Ay, much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.
Three things that women highly hold in hate. Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty

Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoke in hate. You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart :
Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it:

Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears
Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken Moist it again ; and frame some feeling line,
By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend.

That may discover such integrity: -
Duke. Then you must undertake to slander For Orpheus lute was strung with poets' sinews;
him.

Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones, Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do: Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans 'Tis an ill office for a gentleman ;

Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.
Especially, against his very friend.

After your dire lamenting elegies,
Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage Visit by night your lady's chamber-window
him,

With some sweet concert: to their instruments
Your slander never can endamage him;

Tune a deploring dump;- the night's dead silence Therefore the office is indifferent,

Will well become such sweet complaining griev-
Being entreated to it by your friend.

Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it, This, or else nothing, will inherit her.
By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,

Duke. This disciplines hows thou hast been in
She shall not long continue love to him.

love. But say this weed her love from Valentine,

Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in practice.
It follows not that she will love sir Thurio. Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver,

Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from him, Let us into the city presently
Lest it should ravel, and be good to none,

To sorts some gentlemen well skill'd in music:
You must provide to bottom it on me :

I have a sonnet, that will serve the turn,
Which must be done, by praising me as much To give the onset to thy good advice.
As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine.

Duke. About it, gentlemen.
Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper:
kind;

And afterward determine our proceedings.
Because we know, on Valentine's report,

Duke. Even now about it: I will pardon you.
You are already love's firm votary,

[Eceunt.

ance.

ACT IV.

to ?

SCENE I.- A Forest near Mantua. But yet I slew him manfully in fight,

Without false vantage, or base treachery.
Enter certain Out-laws.

1 Out. Why, ne'er repent it, if it were done so:
1 Onit. Fellows, stand fast ; I see a passenger. But were you banishid for so small a fault?
2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom.
with 'em.

1 Out. Have you the tongues?:

Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy; Enter VALENTINE and SPEED.

Or else I often had been miscrable. 3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have 3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar, about you;

This fellow were a king for our wild faction. If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you.

2 Out. We'll have him : sirs, a word. Speel. Sir, we are undone! these are the villains Speed. Master, be one of them; That all the travelers do fear so much.

It is an honorable kind of thievery. l'al. My friends

Val. Peace, villain!
1 Out. That's not so, sir; we are your enemies. 2 Out. Tell us this: have you anything to take
2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him.
3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we;

Val. Nothing, but my fortune.
For he's a propere man.

3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen,
Val. Then know that I have little wcalth to lose; such as the fury of ungoverned youth
A man I am, cross d with adversity :

Thrust from the company of awfula men:
My riches are these poor habiliments,

Myself was from Verona banished,
of which if you should here disfurnish me, For practising to steal away a lady,
You take the sum and substance that I havc. An heir, and near allied unto the duke.
2 Out. Whither travel you?

2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, Val. To Verona.

Whom, in my mood," I stabb'd unto the heart. i Out. Whence came you?

1 Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as these. Val. From Milan.

But to the purpose, - (for we cite our faults, 3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there?

That they may hold excus d our lawless lives,) Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might And, partly, seeing you are beautified have staid,

With goodly shape ; and by your own report
If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.

A linguist; and a man of such perfection,
1 ou. What, were you banish'd thence ? As we do in our quality much want;-
Val. I was.

2. Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man, 2 Out. For what offense ?

Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you:
Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse: Are you content to be our general?
I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent;

* Birdlime. • Mournful elegy.

Choose out. •Well-looking.

To make a virtue of necessity,

Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not. And live, as we do, in this wilderness?

Host. Why, my pretty youth! 3 Out. What say'st thou ? wilt thou be of our Jul. He plays tasse, father. consort?

Host. How? out of tune on the strings? Say, ay, and be the captain of us all :

Jul. Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my We'll do thee homage, and be rul'd by thee, very heart-strings. Love thee as our commander, and our king.

Host. You have a quick ear. 1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me 2 Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have have a slow heart, offer'd.

Host. I perceive you delight not in music.
Val. I take your offer, and will live with you; Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so.
Provided that you do no outrages

Host. Hark, what fine change is in the music! On silly women, or poor passengers.

Jul. Ay; that change is the spite. 3 Out. No, we detest such vile base practices. Host. You would have them always play but Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews, one thing? And show thee all the treasure we have got;

Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. But, host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on,

(Exeunt. often resort unto this gentlewoman! SCENE II. — Milan. Court of the Palace.

Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me,

he loved her out of all nickit Enter PROTEUS.

Jul. Where is Launce!

Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, by his master's command, he must carry for a And now I must be as unjust to Thurio, Under the color of commending him,

present to his lady.

Jul. Peace! stand aside! the company parts. I have access my own love to prefer :

Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you! I will so plead, But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,

That you shall say, my cunning drift excels. To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.

Thu. Where meet we? When I protest true loyalty to her,

Pro. At saint Gregory's well. She twits me with my falsehood to my friend :

Thu. Farewell. When to her beauty I commend my vows,

[Exeunt Tuurio and Musicians. She bids me think, how I have been forsworn In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov'd :

Silvia appears above, at her window. And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips, The least whereof would quell a lover's hope, Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship. Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, Sil. I thank you for your music, gentlemen: The more it grows and fawneth on her still. Who is that, that spake? But here comes Thurio: now must we to her window, Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, And give some evening music to her ear.

You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice.

Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it.
Enter THURIO and Musicians.

Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. Thu. How now, sir Proteus, are you crept Sil. What is your will ? before us?

Pro.

That I may compass yours. Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for you know, that love Sil. You have your wish; my will is even this, – Will creep in service where it cannot go.

That presently you hie you home to bed. Thu. Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here. Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man ! Pro. Sir, but I do, or else I would be hence. Think’st thou, I am so shallow, so conceitless, Thu. Whom? Silvia ?

To be seduced by thy flattery, Pro. Ay, Silvia, - for your sake.

That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows? Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, Return, return, and make thy love amends. Let's tune, and to it lustily a while.

For me, - by this pale queen of night I swear,

I am so far from granting thy request, Enter Host, at a distance; and Julia in boy's That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit; clothes.

And by and by intend to chide myself, Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're Even for this time I spend in talking to thee. allycholly; I pray you, why is it?

Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady ; Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. But she is dead. Host. Come, we'll have you merry: l'll bring Jul.

"Twere false, if I should speak it ; you where you shall hear music, and see the gen- For I am sure she is not buried.

(Aside. tleman that you ask'd for.

Sil. Say that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, Jul. But shall I hear him speak?

Survives ; to whom, thyself art witness, Host. Ay, that you shall.

I am betrothed: And art thou not asham'd Jul. That will be music.

[Music plays. To wrong him with thy importúnacy? Host. Hark! hark !

Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead. Jul. Is he among these ?

Sil. And so, suppose, am I; for in his grave Host. Ay, but peace, let's hear 'em.

Assure thyself my love is buried.
SONG.

Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.

Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence; Who is Silvia ? What is she?

Or, at the least, in her's sepulchre thine.
That all our swuins commend her?

Jul. He heard not that.

[Aside. Holy, fair, and wise is she ;

Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate,
The hearens such grace

Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love,
That she might admired be.

The picture that is hanging in your chamber;

To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep: Is she kind, as she is fair?

For, since the substance of your perfect self For beauty lives with kindness :

Is else devoted, I am but a shadow;
Lore doth to her eyes repair,

And to your shadow, I will make true love.
To help him of his blindness ;

Jul. If iwere a substance, you would, sure, deAnd, being help', inhabits therc.

ceive it, Then to Silvia let us sing,

And make it but a shadow, as I am. (Aside. That Silvia is excelling;

Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir ; She excels each mortal thing,

But, since your falsehood shall become you well Upon the dull earth swelling ;

To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, To her let us garlands bring.

Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it.

And so good rest. Ilost. How now ? are you sadder than you were Pro.

As wretches have o'er night, before?

That wait for execution in the morn. How do you, man ? the music likes you not.

[Exeunt Proteus, and Silvia from above. • Passionato reproaches.

• Beyond all reckoning.

did lend her,

row.

Jul. Host, will you go?

dogs, under the duke's table: he had not been there Host. By my hálidom, I was fast asleep. (bless the mark!) a pissing while; but all the chamJul. Pray you, where lies sir Proteus ?

ber smelt him. 'Out with the dog, says one; What Host. Marry, at my house: Trust me, I think cur is that? says another; Whip him out, says the 'tis almost day.

third; Hang him up, says the duke. I, having Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night been acquainted with the smell before, knew it was That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest. Exeunt. Crab; goes me to the fellow that whips the

I,
SCENE III.- The same.

Ay, marry, do quoth he. You do him the more
Enter Eglamour.

wrong, quoth I; 'twas I did the thing you wot of.

He makes me no more ado, but whips me out of Egl. This is the hour that madam Silvia

the chamber. How many masters would do this Entreated me to call and know her mind;

for their servant? Nay, I'll be sworn, I have sat There's some great matter she'd employ me in.- in the stocks for puddings he hath stolen, otherwise Madam, madam!

he had been executed: I have stood on the pillory

for geese he hath killed, otherwise he had suffered Silvia appears above, at her window.

for t: thou think'st not of this now !-Nay, I Sil, Who calls ?

remember the trick you served me, when I took Egl.

Your servant, and your friend; my leave of madam Silvia; did not I bid thee still One that attends your ladyship's command.

mark me, and do as I do? When didst thou sce Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-mor- me heave up my leg, and make water against a

gentlewoman's farthingale? didst thou ever see ma Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself,

do such a trick?
According to your ladyship's impose,
I am thus early come, to know what service

Enter PROTEUS and JULIA.
It is your pleasure to command me in.
Sil. o Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,

Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well, (Think not I flatter, for I swear I do not,)

And will employ thee in some service presently. Valiant, wise, remorseful, well accomplish'd.

Jul. In what you please; I will do what I can. Thou art not ignorant, what dear good will

Pro. I hope thou wilt.- How now, you whoreI bear unto the banish'd Valentine;

son peasant?

[TO LAUNCE. Nor how my father would enforce me marry

Where have you been these two days loitering? Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhorr’d.

Laun. Marry, sir, I carried mistress Silvia the Thyself hast lov'd; and I have heard thee say,

dog you bade me.

Pro. And what says she to my little jewel ? No grief did ever come so near thy heart, As when thy lady and thy true love died,

Laun. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur; Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity.

and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for

such a present. Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine, To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode;

Pro. But she received my dog ? And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,

Laun. No, indeed, she did not: here have I i do desire thy worthy company,

brought him back again. Upon whose faith and honor I repose.

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

Luun. Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stolen from Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour, But think upon my grief, a lady's grief;

me by the hangman's boys in the market-place:

and then I offered her mine own; who is a dog as And on the justice of my flying hence, To keep me from a most unholy match,

big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater. Which heaven and fortune still reward with plagues. Or ne'er return again into my sight.

Pro. Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again, I do desire thee, even from a heart As full of sorrows as the sea of sands

Away, I say: stay'st thou toʻvex me here? To bear me company, and go with me:

A slave, that, still an end, lurns me to shame. If not, to hide what I have said to thee,

[Exit LAUNCE. That I may venture to depart alone.

Sebastian, I have entertained thee, Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances :

Partly, that I have need of such a youth, Which since I know they virtuously are plac d,

That can with some discretion do my business, I give consent to go along with you;

For 'tis no trusting to yon foolish lowt; Recking' as little what betideth me,

But, chietly, for thy face and thy behavior; As much I wish all good befortune you.

Which (if my augury deceive me not) When will you go?

Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth: Sil. This evening coming.

Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thee. Egl. Where shall I meet you?

Go presently, and take this ring with thee, Sil.

At friar Patrick's cell, She loved me well, deliver'd it to me.

Deliver it to madam Silvia :
Where I intend holy confession.
Egl. I will not fail your ladyship:

Jul. It seems you loved her not, to leave her

token:
Good-morrow, gentle lady.
Sil. Good-morrow, kind sir Eglamour. (Exeunt.

She's dead, belike.
Pro.

Not so; I think, she lives.
SCENE IV. The same.

Jul. Alas!
Pro. Why dost thou

cry,

alas? Enter LAUNCE, with his dog.

Jul. I cannot choose but pity her. When a man's servant shall play the cur with Pro. Wherefore shouldst thou pity her! him, look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up Jul. Because, methinks, that she lov'd you as well of a puppy; one that I saved from drowning when | As you do love your lady Silvia ; three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went She dreams on him, that has forgot her love; to it! I have taught him -- even as one would say You dote on her, that cares not for your love. precisely, Thus I would teach a dog. I was sent 'Tis pity, love should be so contrary; to deliver him, as a present to mistress Silvia, from And thinking on it makes me cry, alas! my master; and I came no sooner into the dining- Pro. Well, give her that ring, and therewithal chamber, but he steps me to her trencher, and steals This letter; – That's her chamber.- Tell my lady her capon's leg. 0, 'tis a foul thing when a cur I claim the promise for her heavenly picture. candoi keep himself in all companies! I would Your message done, hie home unto my chamber, have, as one should say, one that takes upon him Where thou shalt find me sad and solitary. to be a dos indeed, to be, as it were. a dog at all

[Exit PROTEUS. things. If I had not had more wit than he, to take Jul. How many women would do such a message? a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he had Alas, poor Proteus! thou hast entertain'd been hanged for 't: sure I live, he had suffered A fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs: for 't: you shall judge. He thrusts me himself Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him into the company of three or four gentleman-like That with his very heart despiseth me? • Foly dame, blessed lady. Injunction, command,

Because he loves her, he despiseth me; • Compassionate. * Caring.

Because I love him, I must pity him.

Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is : This ring I gave him, when he parted from me, When she did think my master loved her well, To bind him to remember my good will:

She, in my judgment, was as fair as you; And now am I (unhappy messenger)

But since she did neglect her looking-glass,
To plead for that which I would not obtain; And threw her sun-expelling mask away,
To carry that which I would have refus d;

The air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks,
To praise his faith, which I would have disprais'd. And pinch d the lily-tincture of her face,
I am my master's true confirmed love;

Tha now she is become as black as I.
But cannot be true servant to my master,

Sil. How tall was she? Unless I prove false traitor to myself.

Jul. About my stature : for at Pentecost,. Yet I will woo for him ; but yet so coldly,

When all our pageants of delight were play d, As, heaven it knows, I would not have him speed. Our youth got me to play the woman's part, Enter Silvia attended.

And I was trimm'd in madam Julia's gown;

Which served me as tit, by all men's judgment,
Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean As if the garment had been made for me:
To bring me where to speak with madam Silvia. Therefore I know she is about my height.

Sil. What would you with her, if that I be she? And, at that time, I made her weep a-good.
Jul. If you be she, I do entreat your patience For I did play a lamentable part:
To hear me speak the message I am sent on. Madam, 'twas Ariadne, passioning,
Sil. From whom?

For Theseus' perjury, and unjust flight;
Jul. From my master, sir Proteus, madam Which I so lively acted with my tears,
Sil. 0! - he sends you for a picture ?

That my poor mistress, moved iherewithal, Jul. Ay, madam.

Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead, Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there,

If I in thought felt not her very sorrow!

[Picture brought. Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth!-
Go, give your master this: tell him from me, Alas, poor lady! desolate and lent!
One Julia that his changing thoughts forget, I weep myself to think upon thy words.
Would better fit his chamber than this shadow. Here, youth, there is my purse; I give thee this

Jul. Madam, please you peruse this letter.- For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lov'st her.
Pardon me, madam; I have unadvis'd

Farewell.

[Exit Silvia. Deliver'd you a paper that I should not;

Jul. And she shall thank you for 't, if e'er you
This is the letter to your ladyship.

know her.-
Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful.
Jul. It may not be; good madam, pardon me. I hope my master's suit will be but cold,
Sil. There, hold,

Since she respects my mistress' love so much.
I will not look upon your master's lines:

Alas, how love can trifle with itself!
I know they are stut”d with protestations, Here is her picture: Let me see; I think,
And full of new-found oaths; which he will break if I had such a tire, this face of mine
As easily as I do tear his paper.

Were full as lovely as is this of hers:
Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. And yet the painter flatter'd her a little,

Sil. The more shame for him that he sends it me: Unless I flatter with myself too much.
For I have heard him say a thousand times, Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow:
His Julia gave it him at his departure:

If that be all the dillerence in his love,
Though his false finger hath profind the ring, Ill get me such a color d periwig.
Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong. Her eyes are grey as glass; and so are mine:
Jul. She thanks you.

Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine's as high.
Sil. What say'st thou ?

What should it be, that he respects in her,
Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her: But I can make respective in myself,
Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. If this fond love were not a blinded god ?
Sil. Dost thou know her?

Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up,
Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself. For 'tis thy rival. O thou senseless form,
To think upon her woes, I do protest,

Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss d, lov'd, and adord;
That I have wept a hundred several times.

And, were there sense in his idolatry, Sil. Belike, she thinks that Proteus hath forsook My substance should be statue in thy stead. her.

Ill use thee kindly for thy mistress' sake, Jul. I think she doth, and that's her cause of That us'd me so; or else, by Jove I vow,

I should have scratchd out your unseeing eyes, Sil. Is she not passing fair ?

To luake my master out of love with thee. [Exit.

sorrow.

ACT V.

SCENE I.- The same. An Abbey.

Enter EGLAMOUR.
Egl. The sun begins to gild the western

sky;
And now, it is about the very hour
T'hat Silvia, at 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.

Enter Silvia.
See, where she comes: 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.

SCENE II.- The same. An Apartment in the

Duke's Palace.
Enter Tarrio, 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.

Thil. What, that my leg is too long?
Pro. No; that it is too little.
Thu. l'll wear a boot to make it somewhat

rounder.
Pro. But love will not be spurrd to what it loaths.
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. 'Tis true; such pearls as put out ladies' eyes;
3 Whitsuntide.