If not, to hide what I have faid to thee,
That I may venture to depart alone.

EGL. Madam, I pity much your grievances;
Which fince I know they virtuously are plac'd,
I give confent to go along with you;
Recking as little what betideth me,
As much I wish all good befortune you,

When will you go

?

SIL. This evening coming.

EGL. Where shall I meet you?
SIL. At friar Patrick's cell,

Where I intend holy confeffion.

EGL. I will not fail your ladyship:

Good-morrow, gentle lady.

SIL. Good-morrow, kind fir Eglamour.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. The fame.

Enter LAUNCE, with his dog.

goes

When a man's fervant fhall play the cur with him, look it you, hard: one that I brought up of a puppy; one that I faved from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and fifters went to it! I have taught him-even as one would fay precifely, Thus I would teach a dog. I was fent to deliver him, as a present to mistress Silvia, from my mafter; and I came no fooner into the dining-chamber, but he steps me to her trencher, and fteals her capon's leg. O, 'tis a foul thing, when a cur cannot keep himself in all companies! I would have, as one should fay, 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 hang'd for't; fure as I live, he had fuffer'd for't: you fhall judge. He thrufis

me himself into the company of three or four gentlemen-like dogs, under the duke's table: he had not been there (bless the mark) a pissing while, but all the chamber fmelt him. Out with the dog, fays one; What cur is that? fays another; Whip him out, fays the third; Hang him up, fays the duke. I, having been 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, marry, 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 fervant? Nay, I'll be fworn, I have fat in the stocks for puddings he hath ftolen, otherwise he had been executed: I have stood on the pillory for geese he hath kill'd, otherwise he had suffer'd for't; thou think'st not of this now!-Nay, I remember the trick you ferved me, when I took my leave of madam Silvia; did not I bid thee ftill mark me, and do as I do? When didft thou see me heave up my leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale? didst thou ever see me do such a trick? Enter PROTEUS and JULIA.

PRO. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well, And will employ thee in fome service presently: JUL. In what you pleafe ;-I will do what I can. PRO. I hope, thou wilt.-How now, you whorefon peafant ? [TO LAUNCE. Where have you been these two days loitering?

LAUN. Marry, fir, I carry'd mistress Silvia the dog you bade me.

PRO. And what fays fhe 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 he receiv'd 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, fir; the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman's boys in the market-place: and then I offer'd 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 again, Or ne'er return again into my fight.

Away, I fay; Stay'ft thou to vex me here?

A slave, that, still an end, turns me to fhame.

Sebastian, I have entertained thee,

[Exit LAUNCE.

Partly, that I have need of such a youth,
That can with some discretion do my business,
For 'tis no trufting to yon foolish lowt;
But, chiefly, for thy face, and thy behaviour;
Which (if my augury deceive me not,)
Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth:
Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thee.
Go presently, and take this ring with thee,
Deliver it to madam Silvia:

She lov'd me well, deliver'd it to me.

JUL. It seems, you lov'd her not, to leave her token :

She's dead, belike,

PRO. Not fo; I think, she lives.

JUL. Alas!

PRO. Why doft thou cry, alas ?

JUL. I cannot choose but pity her.

PRO. Wherefore should'st thou pity her?

JUL. Because, methinks, that she lov'd you as well

She dreams on him, that has forgot her love; You dote on her, that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity, love should be fo contrary;

And thinking on it makes me cry, alas!

PRO. Well, give her that ring, and therewithal
This letter;—that's her chamber.-Tell my lady,
I claim the promise for her heavenly picture.
Your message done, hie home unto my chamber,
Where thou shalt find me fad and folitary. [Exit Proteus,
JUL. HOW
many women would do fuch a message?
Alas, poor Proteus! thou haft entertain'd
A fox, to be the fhepherd of thy lambs:
Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him
That with his very heart defpifeth me?
Because he loves her, he despiseth me;
Because I love him, I must pity him.

This ring I gave him, when he parted from me,
To bind him to remember my good will:
And now am I (unhappy meffenger)

To plead for that, which I would not obtain;

To carry that, which I would have refus'd;

To praise his faith, which I would have disprais'd,

I am my master's true confirmed love;

But cannot be true servant to my master,

Unless I prove false traitor to myself.
Yet will I woo for him; but yet fo coldly,

As, heaven it knows, I would not have him speed,
Enter SILVIA, attended.

Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be
my mean
To bring me where to speak with madam Silvia.
SIL. What would you with her, if that I be she?
JUL. If you be fhe, I do entreat your patience
To hear me speak the meflage I am fent on,

SIL. From whom?

JUL. From my mafter, fir Proteus, madam.
SIL. O-he fends you for a picture?

JUL. Ay, madam.

SIL. Urfula, 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.. Pardon me, madam; I have unadvis'd

Deliver'd

you a paper

that I fhould not ;

This is the letter to your ladyship.

SIL. I pray thee, let me look on that again.
JUL. It may not be; good madam, pardon me.
SIL. There, hold.

I will not look upon your mafter's lines:

I know, they are stuff'd with protestations,

And full of new-found oaths; which he will break,
As easily as I do tear his

paper.

JUL. Madam, he fends your ladyship this ring.

SIL. The more fhame for him that he fends it me; For, I have heard him fay a thousand times,

His Julia gave it him at his departure:
Though his falfe finger hath profan'd the ring,
Mine fhall not do his Julia fo much wrong,
JUL. She thanks you.

SIL. What say'st thou?

Juz. I thank you, madam, that you tender her:
Poor gentlewoman! my mafter wrongs her much.
SIL. Doft thou know her?

JUL. Almost as well as I do know myself:
To think upon her woes, I do protest,
That I have wept an hundred feveral times.