Pro. But the 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'st thou to vex me here? A flave, that, still an end, turns me to shame. Sebastian, I have entertained thee, [Exit LAUNCE. Partly, that I have need of fuch a youth, She lov'd me well, deliver'd it to me. Jul. It feems, you lov'd her not, to leave her token: She's dead, belike. Pro. Jul. Alas! Not fo; I think, the lives. Pro. Why doft thou cry, alas? Jul. I cannot choose but pity her. Pro. Wherefore fhould'st thou pity her? Jul. Because, methinks, that she lov'd you as well As you do love your lady Silvia : 11 She dreams on him, that has forgot her love; Pro. Well, give her that ring, and therewithal [Exit PROTEUS. A fox, to be the shepherd of thy lambs : This ring I gave him, when he parted from me, And now am I (unhappy messenger) To plead for that, which I would not obtain ; To praise his faith, which I would have difprais'd. I am my master's true confirmed love; But cannot be true fervant 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 Sil. What would you with her, if that I be the ? Jul. Jul. If you be fhe, I do entreat your patience Jul. From my mafter, fir Proteus, madam. Sil. O!-he fends you for a picture? Sil. Urfula, bring my picture there. [Picture brought. Go, give your mafter this: tell him from me, Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. I will not look upon your master's lines: I know, they are stuff'd with protestations, And full of new-found oaths; which he will break, Jul. Madam, he fends your ladyship this ring. Sil. The more shame for him that he fends it me; Though his falfe finger hath profan'd the ring, Sil. What fay'ft thou? Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her: Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. Sil. Doft thou know her? Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself: Το To think upon her woes, I do proteft, That I have wept an hundred feveral times. Sil. Belike, fhe thinks that Proteus hath forfook her. Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is : Sil. How tall was the ? Jul. About my stature: for, at Pentecost, 7 Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth!Alas, poor lady! defolate and left ! I weep myself, to think upon thy words. For For thy fweet mistress' fake, because thou lov'st her. Farewell. [Exit SILVIA. Jul. And she shall thank you for't, if e'er you know her. A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful. Here is her picture: Let me fee; I think, Her eyes are grey as glass; and so are mine: If this fond love were not a blinded god ? Thou shalt be worship'd, kiss'd, lov'd, and ador'd; I should have scratch'd out your unfeeing eyes, [Exit. ACT |