Out. Come, come; Be patient, we must bring you to our captain. 1 Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her? 3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-run 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. [cave; 1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's 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. Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man! Enter PROTEUS, SILVIA, and JULIA. Pre. Madam, this service I have done for you, (Though you respect not aught your servant doth,) To hazard life, and rescue you from him That wou'd have forc'd your honour and your love. 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 a while. [dside. S. O miserable, unhappy that I am! St. By thy approach thou mak'st me most unhappy. Jui. And me, when he approacheth to your pre[Aside. sence. Sal. 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, Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou had'st two, Pro. Who respects friend? In love, Sil. 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! Pro. I am sorry I must never trust thee more, Be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender it here; I do as truly suffer, Val. And once again I do receive thee honest:- Is nor of heaven, nor earth; for these are pleased; Pro. Look to the boy. [Faints. [matter? Val. Why, boy! why, wag! how now? what is the Look up; speak. Jul. O good sir, my master charg'd me To deliver a ring to madam Silvia; Which out of my neglect was never done. Pro. Where is that ring, boy? Jul. Here 'tis this is it. [Gives a ring. Pro. How! let me see: Why this is the ring I gave to Julia. Jul. O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook; This is the ring you sent to Silvia. [Shews another ring. Pro. But, how cam'st thou by this ring? at my deI gave this unto Julia. Jul. And Julia herself did give it me; And Julia herself hath brought it hither. Pro. How! Julia! [part, |