Who is Silvia? What is she, That all our swains commend her? The heavens such grace did lend her For beauty lives with kindness: To help him of his blindness; That Silvia is excelling; Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it. servant. Sil. What is your wi!!! Pro. That I may compass yours. this, is even That presently you hie you home to bed. That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows? Jul. "Twere false if I should speak it; [lady; Aside Sil. Say, that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, Survives; to whom, thyself art witness, I am betroth'd: And art thou not asham'd Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead. Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call hers thence; Host. How now? are you sadder than you Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine. were before? How do you, man? the music likes you not. Jul. He heard not that. [A side, Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not. Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love, Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, lost. Why, my pretty youth? Jul. He plays false, father. Host. How? out of tune on the strings? Jul. Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my very heart-strings. Host. You have a quick ear. Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me have a slow heart. Host. I perceive, you delight not in music. Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. But, host, doth this Sir Proteus, that we talk on, often resort unto this gentlewoman? Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, he loved her out of all nick.* Jul. Where is Launce? Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, by his master's command, he must carry for a present to his lady. Jul. Peace! stand aside! the company parts. Pro. At saint Gregory's well. [Exeunt THURIO and Musicians. Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's quickly learn to know him by his voice. The picture that is hanging in your chamber; And to your shadow I will make true love. [Aside, And make it but a shadow, as I am. Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it: That wait for execution in the morn. [Exeunt PROTEUS; and SILVIA from above. Jul. Host, will you go? Host. By my hallidom, I was fast asleep. Jul. Pray you, where lies Sir Proteus? think, 'tis almost day. Host. Marry, at my house: Trust me, I Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest. night SCENE III.-The sume. Enter EGLAMOUR. [Exeunt, Egl. This is the hour that madam Silvia SILVIA appears above, at her window. l. Your servant, and your friend; that attends your ladyship's command. Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times morrow. says another; Whip him out, says the third Hang him up, says the duke. I, having been good-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, murry, 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 their 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 think'st 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 heave up my leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's fartingale? didst thou ever see me do such a trick? Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself. I do desire thee, even from a heart Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances; As much I wish all good befortune you. Sil. This evening coming. Egl. Where shall I meet you? Si. At friar Patrick's cell, Where I intend holy confession. Egl. I will not fail your ladyship: Good-morrow, gentle lady. Sil. Good-morrow, kind Sir Eglamour. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-The same. Enter LAUNCE, with his dog. Laun. 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 keeps himself in all companies! I would have, as one should say, one that takes upon him to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog 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 gentleman-like dogs, under the duke's table; he had not been there (bless the mark) a pissing while; but all the chamber smelt him. Dut with the dog, says one; What cur is that? • Injunction, command. ↑ Caring. + Pitiful. Restrain. Enter PROTEUS and JULIA. Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well, And will employ thee in some service presently. Jul. In what you please;-I will do what I can. Pro. I hope, thou wilt.-How now, you whoreson peasant? [TO LAUNCE. Where have you been these two days loitering? Laun. Marry, Sir, I carried mistress Silvia the dog you bade me. Pro. And what says she, to my little jewel? Laun. 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? Laun. No, indeed, she did not: here have I brought him back again. Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me? Laun. Ay, Sir; the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman's 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 She loved me well, deliver'd it to me. She's dead, belike. Pro. Not so; I think she lives. Pro. Why dost thou cry, alas? Pro. Well, give her that ring, and therewithal This letter;-that's her chamber.-Tell my lady,, Alas, poor Proteus! thou hast entertain'd When she did think my master lov'd her well, Jul. About my stature: for, at Pentecost,* This ring I gave him, when he parted from me, As if the garment had been made for me; To bind him to remember my good will: To plead for that, which I would not obtain; I am my master's true confirmed love; mean Enter SILVIA, attended. Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my [via. To bring me where to speak with madam SilSil. What would you with her, if that I be she? Jul. If you be she, I do entreat your patience Jul. From my master, Sir Proteus, madam. Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there. [Picture brought. 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. Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. I will not look upon your master's lines: Sil. The more shame for him that he sends it 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: Jul. I think she doth, and that's her cause Sil. Is she not passing fair? Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is: Therefore, I know she is about my height. Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth!- this Jul. And she shall thank you for't, if e'er A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful. And, were there sense in his idolatry, ACT V. SCENE I-The same.-An Abbey. Enter EGLAMOUR. [Exit Out at the postern by the abbey wall; Egl. Fear not: the forest is not three leagues If we recover that, we are sure enough. [off; [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same.-An Apartment in 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; 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. Pro. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loaths. Thu. What says she to my face? 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; For I had rather wink than look on them. Thu. How likes she my discourse? Pro. Ill, when you talk of war. [Aside. Thu. But well, when I discourse of love, and peace. Jul. But better, indeed, when you hold your peace. [Aside. Thu. What says she to my valour? Thu. What says she to my birth? [Aside. Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool. [Aside. SCENE IV. Another part of the Forest. Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man! law, Have some unhappy passenger in chase: To keep them from uncivil outrages. They love me well; yet I have much to do, Withdraw thee, Valentine; who's this comes here? [Steps aside. Enter PROTEUS, SILVIA, and JULIA. Pro. Madam, this service I have done for you, [doth Duke. Why, then she's fled unto that peas- (Though you respect not aught your servant ant Valentine; ! And Eglamour is in her company. Tis true; for friar Laurence met them both, To hazard life, and rescue you from him Vouchsafe me, for my meed, but one fair look; [Aside. 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 mak'st me most unhappy. Jul. And me, when e approacheth to your presence. {Aside. 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. Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to death, Would I not undergo for one calm look? Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love, oaths, And entertain'd them deeply in her heart: It is the lesser blot, modesty finds, [minds. But constant, he were perfect: that one error Fills him with faults; makes him run through all sins: Inconstancy falls off, ere it begins: Val. Come, come, a hand from either: for ever. death; Come not within the measure of my wrath: Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I; 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, 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. |