Sil. O, he fends you for a picture; does he not? Sil. Urfula, bring my picture there.—[Picture brought. Jul. Madam, wilt please you to perufe this letter ?— Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. [giving back the firft Letter. I will not look upon your master's lines: I know, they are ftuff'd with proteftations, And full of new-found oaths; which he will break, Jul. Madam, he fends your ladyfhip this ring. His Julia gave it him at his departure: Though his falle finger have prophan'd the ring, Mine thall not do his Julia fo much wrong. Jul. She thanks you. Sil. What fay'ft thou? Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her: Poor gentlewoman! my mafter wrongs her much. Sil. Doft thou know her? ful. Almoft as well as I do know myself: To think upon her woes, I do proteft, That I have wept a hundred feveral times. Sil. Belike, the thinks that Protheus hath forfook her. Jul. I think, the doth; and that's her cause of sorrow. Sil. Is the not paffing fair? Jl. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is: When she did think my master lov'd her well, This is exceedingly fanciful, beautiful, and applicable, And pinch'd the lilly tincture of her face, "Sil. How tall was she ? "Ful. About my ftature: for, at pentecoft, "When all our pageants of delight were play'd, "Our youth got me to play the woman's part, "And I was trim'd in madam Julia's gown; "Which served me as fit, by all men's judgment, "As if the garment had been made for me: Therefore, I know fhe is about my height. "And, at that time, I made her weep a-good; "For I did play a lamentable part: "Madam, 'twas Ariadne, paffioning "For Thefeus' perjury, and unjust flight: "Which I fo lively acted with my tears, "That my poor mistress, moved therewithal, "Wept bitterly; and, 'would I might be dead, "If I in thought felt not her very forrow. Sil. She is beholding to thee, gentle youth :Alas, poor lady! defolate and left! I weep myfelf, to think upon thy words. Here, youth, there is my purfe; I give thee this [Exit Silvia. Jul. And the fhall thank you for't, if e'er you know A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful: [her.I hope, my master's fuit will be but cold, Since the refpects my miftrefs' love fo much. This prognoftication of periwigs for female heads, feems to predict the monstrous unnatural accumulation of hair at this day. There is perhaps greater uniformity in these four acts than we commonly meet with, D 6 Her Her eyes are grey as glass; and so are mine : If this fond love were not a blinded god? Thou shalt be worship'd, kifs'd, lov'd, and ador'd; [Exit. ACT V. SCENE I. The fame. An Abbey. EGLAMOUR. HE fun begins to gild the western sky; TH And now it is about the very hour, That Silvia, at friar Patrick's cell, fhould meet me: So much they fpur their expedition. Enter Silvia. See, where she comes:-Lady, a happy evening! I fear, I am attended by fome fpies. Egl. Fear not the foreft is not three leagues off; If we recover that, we're fure enough. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The fame. A Room in the Palace. Enter Thurio, Protheus, and Julia. fuit? Thu. Sir Protheus, what fays Silvia to my Pro. O, fir, I find her milder than fhe was; But yet she takes exceptions at your person. "Thu. What, that my leg's too long? "Pro. No; that it is too little. "Thu. I'll wear a boot, to make it fomewhat rounder. "Pro. But love will not be spur'd to what it loaths.. "Thu. What fays fhe to my face? "Pro. She fays, 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. 66 [Afide. Jul. 'Tis true, fuch pearls as put out ladies' eyes; "For I had rather wink, than look on them. "Thu. How likes the my difcourfe? "Pro. Ill, when you talk of war. "Thu. But well, when I difcourfe of love, and peace? Jul. But better, indeed, when you do hold your 66 peace. "Thu. What fays fhe to my valour? "Pro. O, fir, fhe makes "No doubt of that. 66 Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice. Thu. What fays fhe to my birth? Pro. That you are well deriv'd. Jul. True; from a gentleman, to a fool. Thu. Confiders the my poffeffions? Pro. O, ay; and pities them. Thu. Wherefore? Jul. That fuch an ass should owe them. Pro. That they are out by lease. Jul. Here comes the duke. Enter Duke. Duke. How now, Sir Protheus? how now, Thurio? Which of you faw Sir Eglamour of late è Thu. Not 1. Pro. Nor I. Duke. Saw you my daughter? Pro. Neither. Duke. Why, then she's fled unto the peasant Valentine; And Eglamour is in her company. "'Tis true; for friar Laurence met them both, "At Patrick's cell this even; and there she was not: That leads toward Mantua, whither they are fled: [Exit. Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl, That flies her fortune when it follows her: I'll after; more to be reveng'd 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. Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love, Than hate for Silvia that is gone for love. [Exit. SCENE ΙΠ. Frontiers of Mantua. The Foreft. Shouts. Enter Out-laws, with Silvia ‡. 1. O. Come, come; Be patient, we must bring you to our captain. 1. O. Where is the gentleman that was with her? But Mofes, and Valerius, follow him. Go thou with her to the weft end of the wood, There is our captain: we'll follow him that's fled; The thicket is beset, he cannot 'scape. [Exeunt. 1. O. Come, I must bring you to our captain's cave: This fituation interefts much and properly for Silvia's fafety, |