Pro. That I may compass yours. Sil. You have your with; my will is even this,→ That haft deceiv'd fo many with thy vows? Pro. I grant, fweet love, that I did love a lady; Jul. 'Twere falfe, if I should speak it; For, I am fure, the is not buried. Sil. Say, that the be; yet Valentine, thy friend, I am betroth'd: And art thou not asham'd Pro. I likewife hear, that Valentine is dead. [Afide. Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. Jul. He heard not that. Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdúrate, Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love, The picture that is hanging in your chamber; To that I'll speak, to that I'll figh and weep: For, fince the fubftance of your perfect self [Afide. Is Is elfe devoted, I am but a fhadow; And to your fhadow will I make true love. Jul. If 'twere a fubftance, you would, fure, deceive it, And make it but a fhadow, as I am. Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, fir; But, fince your falfhood shall become you well Pro. As wretches have o'er-night, That wait for execution in the morn. [Afide. [Exeunt PROTEUS; and SILVIA, from above. Jul. Hoft, will you go? Hoft. By my hallidom, I was fast asleep. Jul. Pray you, where lies fir Proteus? Hoft. Marry, at my houfe: Truft me, I think, 'tis almost day. Jul. Not fo; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watch'd, and the most heavieft. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The fame. Enter EGLAMOUR. Egl. This is the hour that madam Silvia Entreated me to call, and know her mind; There's fome great matter she'd employ me in.Madam, madam! Sil. SILVIA appears above, at her window. Who calls? Egl. Egl. Your fervant, and your friend; One that attends your ladyship's command. Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-morrow. I am thus early come, to know what fervice Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman, Nor how my father would enforce me marry To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode; As full of forrows as the fea of fands, Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances; Which fince I know they virtuously are plac'd, Sil. This evening coming. Where I intend holy confeffion. At friar Patrick's cell, 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. When a man's fervant fhall play the cur with him, look you, it goes 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 percisely, Thus I would teach a dog. I was fent to deliver him, as a present to mistress Silvia, from my master; and I came no fooner 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 keep 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 hang'd for't; fure as I live, he had fuffer'd for't: you fhall judge. He thrufts me 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 smelt him. Out with the dog, fays one; What cur is that? says another; Whip him cut, 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 geefe he hath kill'd, otherwife he had fuffer'd for't: thou think ft 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 fee me heave up my leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale? didst thou ever fee me do fuch a trick? Enter PROTEUS and JULIA. Pro. Sebaftian is thy name? I like thee well, And will employ thee in fome fervice presently. Jul. In what you please ;—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, the fays, your dog was a cur; and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for such a present. Pro. |