Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth :-Alas, poor lady! defolate and left! I weep myself, to think upon thy words. Here, youth, there is my purfe; I give thee this For thy fweet mistress' fake, because thou lov'ft her. [Exit Silvia. Jul. And fhe fhall thank you for't, if e'er you know her. A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful. I hope, my master's fuit will be but cold, Her eyes are grey as glafs; and fo are mine: ་ If this fond love were not a blinded god? * Come, fhadow, come, and take this fhadow up, • cold,]-coldly received. P fuch a colour'd periwig.]-fome falfe hair of this colour. a her forehead's low ;]—bigh and low are here terms of commendation and contempt. T "And her forehead As low as fhe would with it." ANTHONY AND CLEOPATRA, A& III, S. 3. Mef. refpective]-refpectable. Come, fhadow, come, and take this fhadow up,]-Julia, now but the shade of what thou wert, come and encounter this picture. For For 'tis thy rival. O thou fenfeless form, Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, lov'd, and ador'd; 'My substance should be ftatue in thy stead. I should have scratch'd out your unfeeing eyes, [Exit. ACT V. SCENE I Near the Friar's Cell, in Milan. Enter Eglamour. Egl. The fun begins to gild the western sky; That Silvia, at friar Patrick's cell, should meet me. Unless it be to come before their time; So much they spur their expedition. See, where fhe comes: Lady, a happy evening. Enter Silvia. Sil. Amen, amen! go on, good Eglamour, Out at the postern by the abbey-wall; I fear, I am attended by fome fpies. Egl. Fear not the foreft is not three leagues off; If we recover that, we are "fure enough. [Exeunt. My fubftance should be ftatue in thy ftead.]-Protheus fhould have it as a living ftatue, inftead of this thy fenfelefs form. fure]-fecure, fafe, out of danger. SCENE An Apartment in the Duke's Palace. Enter Thurio, Protheus, and Julia. Thu. Sir Protheus, what fays Silvia to my fuit? Pro. No; that it is too little. Thu. I'll wear a boot, to make it somewhat rounder. Pro. She fays, it is a fair one. Thu. Nay, then the wanton lies; my face is black. Thu. How likes fhe my discourse? Pro. Ill, when you talk of war. [Afide. Thu. But well, when I difcourfe of love, and peace? Jul. But better, indeed, when you hold your peace. Thu. What fays fhe to my valour? Pro. Oh, fir, fhe makes no doubt of that. [Afide. Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice. [Afide. Thu. What fays fhe to my birth? Pro. That you are well deriv'd. Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool. [Afide. Thu. Confiders fhe my poffeffions? W Pro. O, ay; and pities them, "Black men are pearls ]-" A black man is a jewel in a fair wo man's eye." Prov. Thu. Thu. Wherefore? Jul. That fuch an ass fhould owe them. Jul. Here comes the duke. Enter Duke. [Afide. Duke. How now, fir Protheus? how now, Thurio? Which of you faw fir Eglamour of late? Thu. Not I. Pro. Nor I. Duke. Saw you my daughter? Pro. Neither. Duke. Why, then she's fled unto that peasant Valentine; And Eglamour is in her company. 'Tis true; for friar Laurence met them both, Befides, fhe did intend confeffion At Patrick's cell this even; and there fhe was not: That leads toward Mantua, whither they are fled : Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl, [Exit Duke. Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love, X owe them.]-be the owner of them. by leafe.]-let on terms of difadvantage, not in his own hands. reckless]-fcornful. Than Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her. Out. Come, come; [Exeunt. 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 out-run us; But Moyfes, and Valerius, follow him. Go thou with her to the weft end of the wood, 1 Out, Come, I must bring you to our captain's cave: Fear not; he bears an honourable mind, And will not use a woman lawlessly. Sil. O Valentine, this I endure for thee! The Out-laws' cave in the foreft. Enter Valentine. Val. How ufe doth breed a habit in a man! And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, a a record]-chant, fing. [Exeunt. O thou, |