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Enter THURIO, and Musicians.
Sir Protheus ? are you crept be. fore us? Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio ; for, you know, that
Thu. Ay, but, I hope, sir, that you love not here.
Now, gentlemen, Let's tune, and to it lustily a while.
Enter Host, at a Distance ; and JULIA in Boy's
Host. Now, 'my young guest! methinks you're allycholly; I pray you, why is it?
Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry.
Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you where you shall hear musick, and see the gentleman that you ask'd for.
Jul. But shall I hear him speak ?
Who is Silvia? what is she,
That all our swains commend her ?
The heavens such grace did lend her,
Is she kind, as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness :
To help him of his blindness;
Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling ;
Upon the dull earth dwelling :
Host. How now? are you sadder than you were
Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not.
Jul. Not so; but yet so false, that he grieves my
Ful. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me have a slow heart.
Host. I perceive, you delight not in musick.
Host. You would have them always play but one thing
ful. I would always have one play but one thing. But, host, doth this Sir Protheus, that we talk on; Often resort unto this gentlewoman?
151 Host. I tell you what Launce, his
he lov'd her out of all nick.
Jul. Where is Launce ?
Host. Gone to seek his dog ; which, to-morrow, by his master's command, he must carry for a present to his lady.
Jul. Peacel stand aside, the company parts.
Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you ! I will so plead,
Thu. 'Where meet we?
SILVIA appears abovent at her Window.
Sil. I thank you for your musick, gentleinen:
You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice.
Sil. Sir Protheus, as I take it.'
171 Pro. That I may compass your's.
Şil. You have youv wish ; my will is even this.
Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady;
Jul. [ Aside.] 'Twere false, if I should speak it ;
Sil. Say, that she be, yet Valentine, thy friend,
Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead.
Șil. And so, suppose, 'ain l; for in his grave,
Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence ; Or, at the least, in her's sepulchre thine.
Jul. [ Aside.] He heard not that.
Pro. Madam, if that your heart be so obdurate, Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love, 201 The picture that is hanging in your chamber; To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep : For, since the substance of your perfect self Is else devoted, I am but a shadow; And to your shadow will I make true love. Jul. [ Aside.] If 'twere a substance, you would,
sure, deceive it, And make it but a shadow, as I am.
Sil. I am very loath to be your idol, sir; But, since your falsehood, shall become you well 210 To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it: And so, good rest.
Pro. As wretches have o'er night, That wait for execution in the morn.
[Exeunt PROTHEUS, and SILVIA. Jul. Host, will you go? Host. By my hallidom, I was fast asleep. Jul. Pray you, where lies Sir Protheus ?
Host. Marry, at my house: Trust me, I think, 'tis almost day.
Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest. . [Exeunt,