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Pro.

That I may compass yours.

Sil. You have your with; my will is even this,→
That presently you hie you home to bed.
Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man!
Think'ft thou, I am fo fhallow, fo conceitless,
To be feduced by thy flattery,

That haft deceiv'd fo many with thy vows?
Return, return, and make thy love amends.
For me, by this pale queen of night I fwear,
I am fo far from granting thy request,
That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit;
And by and by intend to chide myself,
Even for this time I spend in talking to thee.

Pro. I grant, fweet love, that I did love a lady;
But he is dead.

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,
Survives; to whom, thyself art witness,

I am betroth'd: And art thou not asham'd
To wrong him with thy importúnacy?

Pro. I likewife hear, that Valentine is dead.
Sil. And fo, fuppofe, am I; for in his grave,
Affure thyfelf, my love is buried.

[Afide.

Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.
Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence;
Or, at the least, in her's fepulchre thine.

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
To worship shadows, and adore false shapes,
Send to me in the morning, and I'll fend it :
And fo, good rest.

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.
Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself,
According to your ladyship's impose,

I am thus early come, to know what fervice
It is your pleasure to command me in.

Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,
(Think not, I flatter, for, I swear, I do not,)
Valiant, wife, remorfeful, well accomplish'd.
Thou art not ignorant, what dear good will
I bear unto the banish'd Valentine;

Nor how my father would enforce me marry
Vain Thurio, whom my very foul abhorr'd.
Thyself haft lov'd; and I have heard thee fay,
No grief did ever come fo near thy heart,
As when thy lady and thy true love died,
Upon whofe grave thou vowd'ft pure chastity.
Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,

To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode;
And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,
I do defire thy worthy company,
Upon whofe faith and honour I repose.
Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour,
But think upon my grief, a lady's grief;
And on the justice of my flying hence,
To keep me from a most unholy match,
Which heaven and fortune ftill reward with plagues.
I do defire thee, even from a heart

As full of forrows as the fea of fands,
To bear me company, and go with me:
If not, to hide what I have said 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 consent 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 fhall I meet you?
Sil.

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.

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