Enter THURIO, and Musicians.

Thu. How now, Sir Protheus? are you crept before us?

Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for, you know, that

love

Will creep in service where it cannot go.

Thu. Ay, but, I hope, sir, that you love not here. Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence.

Thu. Whom? Silvia?

Pro. Ay, Silvia-for your sake.

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Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, Let's tune, and to it lustily a while.

Enter Host, at a Distance; and JULIA in Boy's Clothes.

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 ?

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Host. Ay, that you shall.

Jul. That will be musick.

Host. Hark! hark!

Jul. Is he among these?

Host. Ay: but peace, let's hear 'em.

SONG.

S ONG.

Who is Silvia? what is she,

That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;

The heavens such grace did lend her,
That she might admired be.

Is she kind, as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness:
Love doth to her eyes repair,

To help him of his blindness;
And, being help'd, inhabits there.

Then to Silvia let us sing,

That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing,

Upon the dull earth dwelling:
To her let us garlands bring.

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Host. How now? are you sadder than you were before?

How do you, man? the musick likes you not.
Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not.
Host. Why, my pretty youth?

Jul. He plays false, father.

Host. How out of tune on the strings?

Jul. Not so; but yet so false, that he grieves my

very heart-strings.

Host. You have a quick ear.

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Jul.

Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me have a slow heart.

Host. I perceive, you delight not in musick.

Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so.

Host. Hark, what fine change is in the musick!
Jul. Ay; that change is the spite.

Host. You would have them always play but one thing.

Jul. 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 man, told me, 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. Peace! stand aside, the company parts.

Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you! I will so plead, That you shall say, my cunning drift excels.

Thu. Where meet we?

Pro. At Saint Gregory's well.

Thu. 'Farewel

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[Exeunt THURIO, and Musick.

SILVIA appears above, at her Window.

Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship.
Sil. I thank you for your musick, gentlemen:
Who is that, that spake ?

Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's

truth,

You'd

You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice.

Sil. Sir Protheus, as I take it.

Pro. Sir Protheus, gentle lady, and your servant. Sil. What is your will?

Pro. That I may compass your's.

Sil. You have your wish; my will is even this-
That presently you hie you home to bed.
Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man!
Think'st thou, I am so shallow, so conceitless,
To be seduc'd by thy flattery,

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

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Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady; But she is dead.

Jul. [Aside.] 'Twere false, if I should speak it ; For, I am sure, she is not buried.

Sil. Say, that she 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 importunący ?

Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead. Sil. And so, suppose, am I; for in his grave, Assure thyself, my love is buried.

Pro Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.

Gij

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Sil

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,
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.

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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.

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Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest. [Exeunt.

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