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Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean
Sil. What would you with her, if that I be she?
Jul. If you be she, I do entreat your patience
Sil. From whom ?
-Pardon me, madam; I have unadvis'd,
Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. 400
Sil. There, hold.
Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring.
Sil. The more 'shame for him, that he sends it me; For, I have heard him say a thousand tines,
His Julia gave it him at his departure :
410 Though his false finger hath profan'd the ring, Mine shall not do his Julià so much wrong.
Jul. She thanks you.
Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her ; Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much.
Sil. Dost thou know her ?
Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself :
420 Sil. Belike, she thinks, that Protheus hath forsook
her. Jul. I think she doth; and that's her cause of
sorrow. Sil. Is she 'not passing fair ?
Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is: When she did think my master lov'd her well, She, in my judgment, was as fair as you'; But since she did neglect her looking-glass, ; And threw her sun-expelling mask away, The air hath starv?d the roses in her cheeks, And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face, 430 That now she is become as black as I..!
Sil. How tall was she?
Jul. About my stature: for, at Pes ost, When all our pageants of delight were play'd, Our youth got me to play the woman's part, And I was trimm'd in madam Julia's gown ; Which served me as fit, by all men's judgment,
As if the garment had been made for me:
Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth:-
[Exit SILVIA Jul. And she shall thank you for't, if e'er you know
I'll get me such a colour'd periwig.
Near the Friar's Cell, in Milan. Enter EGLAMOUR.
Egl. Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off ; If we recover that, we are sure enough, [Exeunt,
An Apartment in the Duke's Palace. Enter THURIO
PROTHEUS, and JULIA.
suitt Pro. Oh, sir, I find her milder than she was; And yet she takes exceptions at your person.
Thu. What, that my leg is too long?
founder. Pro. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loaths. Phu. What
face ? Pro. She says, it is a fair one, Thu. Nay, then the wanton lies; my face is black.
Pro. But pearls are fair; and the old saying is, “ Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes."
Jul. 'Tis true, such pearls as put out ladies' eyes ; For I had rather wink, than look on them. [ Aside.
Thu. How likes she my discourse ?