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Jul. But better, indeed, when you hold your peace.
[ Aside. Thu. What says slie to my valourd Pro. Oh, sir, she makes no doubt of that. Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.
[ Aside, Thu. What says she to my birth? Pro. That you are well deriv'd. Jul. True ; from a gentleman to a fool. [ Aside, Thu. Considers she my possessions ? Pro. O, ay; and pities them. Thu. Wherefore ? Jul. That such an ass should owe them. [ Aside. Pro. That they are out by lease.
41 Jul. Here comes the duke.
Duke. How now, Sir Protheus ? how now, Thurio ? Which of you saw Sir Eglamour of late ?
Thu. Not I.
50 'Tis true; for friar Laurence met them both, As he in penance wander'd through the forest : Him he knew well, and guess'd that it was she ; But, being mask'd, he was not sure of it ; Besides, she did intend confession
At Patrick's cell this even; and there she was not:
60 That leads toward Mantua, whither they are filed : Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me.
[ Exit Duke,
Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's lovey
Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love,
The Forest. Enter SILVIA, and Out-Laws.
Sil. A thousand more mischances, than this one,
2 Out. Come, bring her away.
3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-run us ;
The thicket is beset, he cannot 'scape.
1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's
Fear not; he bears an honourable mind,
Sil. O Valentine, this I endure for thee ! [Exeunt.
The Out-Laws' Cave in the Forest. Enter VALENTINE.
Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man! This shadowy desart, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns : Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, 90 Tune
distresses, and record my woes. O thou, that dost inhabit in my breast, Leave not the mansion so long tenantless ; Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall, And leave no memory of what it was ! Repair me with thy presence, Silvia ; Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain! What hallowing, and what stir, is this to-day: These are my mates, that make their wills their law, Have some unhappy passenger in chace : They love me well; yet I have much to do, To keep them from uncivil outrages. Withdraw thee, Valentine; Who's this comes here?
(VAL, steps aside.