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And pinched the lily-tincture of her face,
Jul. About my stature: for, at Pentecost,
Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth!
I weep myself, to think upon thy words.
Here, youth, there is my purse; I give thee this
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,
Here is her picture: let me see; I think,
Her eyes are gray as glass; and so are mine:
If this fond love were not a blinded god?
Thou shalt be worshipped, kissed, loved, and adored:
My substance should be statue in thy stead.
SCENE I. The same. An Abbey.
Egl. The 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.
So much they spur their expedition.
See where she comes; Lady, a happy evening!
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.
SCENE II. The same.
A Room in the Duke's Palace.
Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA.
Thu. Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit?
Pro. No; that it is too little.
Thu. I'll wear a boot, to make it somewhat rounder. Pro. But love will not be spurred 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. '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. But better indeed, when you hold your peace. [Aside. Thu. What says she to my valor?
Pro. O, sir, she makes no doubt of that.
Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice. [Aside. Thu. What says she to my birth?
Pro. That you are well derived.
Jul. True, from a gentleman to a fool.
Thu. Considers she my possessions?
Pro. O, ay; and pities them.
Jul. That such an ass should owe them.
Duke. How now, Sir Proteus? how now, Thurio?
Which of you saw Sir Eglamour of late?
Thu. Not I.
Pro. Nor I.
Duke. Saw you my daughter?
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 wandered through the forest;
At Patrick's cell this even: and there she was not:
Upon the rising of the mountain foot
That leads towords Mantua, whither they are fled:
Despatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me.
That flies her fortune when it follows her:
Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love, Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her.
Jul. And I will follow more to cross that love, Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love.
SCENE III. Frontiers of Mantua. The Forest.
Enter SILVIA and Outlaws.
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 outrun us, But Moyses and Valerius follow him.
Go thou with her to the west end of the wood;
1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's cave: Fear not; he bears an honorable mind, And will not use a woman lawlessly.
Sil. O Valentine, this I endure for thee!
SCENE IV. Another Part of the Forest.
Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man!
And, to the nightingale's complaining notes,
Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain!
What hallooing, and what stir, is this to-day?
These are my mates, that make their wills their law, Have some unhappy passenger in chase:
They love me well; yet I have much to do
To keep them from uncivil outrages.
Withdraw thee, Valentine; who's this comes here?
Enter PROTEUS, SILVIA, and JULIA.
Pro. Madam, this service I have done for you,
That would have forced your honour and your love.
And less than this, I'm sure, you cannot give.
Val. How like a dream is this I see and hear!
Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion,
Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to death, Would I not undergone for one calm look!
O, 'tis the curse in love, snd still approved,
When women cannot love where they're beloved.
Sil. When Proteus cannot love where he's beloved. Read over Julia's heart, thy first, best love,
For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith
Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou hadst two,
Who respects friend?
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.