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When all our pageants of delight were plaid,
Our youth got me to play the woman's part,
And I was trim'd in Madam Julia's gown;
Which served me as fit, by all mens judgments,
As if the garment had been made for me;
Therefore, I know, she is about my height.
And at that time I made her weep a-good,
For I did play a lamentable part.
Madam, 'twas Ariadne, passioning
For Tbeseus' perjury and unjust flight;
Which I so lively acted with my tears,
That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead,
If I in thought felt not her very forrow!

Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth.
Alas, poor lady! desolate and left!
I weep myself, to think upon thy words.
Here, youth, there is my purse; I give thee this
For thy sweet mistress' fake, because thou lov ft her.

[Exit Süvia. ful. And the shall thank you for't, if e'er you

know her.
A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful.
I hope, my master's suit will be but cold;
Since she respects my mistress' love so much,
Alas! how love can trifle with itself!
Here is her picture ; let me fee; I think,
If I had such a tire, this face of mine
Were full as lovely as is this of hers :
And yet the painter flatter'd her a little,
Unless I flatter with myself too much.
Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow.
If that be all the diff'rence in his love,
I'll get me such a colour'd periwig.
Her eyes are grey as glass, and so are mine;
Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine is high,
What should it be, that he respects in her,


But I can make respective in myself,
If this fond love were not a blinded god?
Come, shadow, come; and take this shadow up;
For 'cis thy rival. O thou senseless form,
Thou shalt be worship’d, kiss’d, lov'd and ador'd;
And were there sense in his idolatry,
* My substance should be statued in thy stead.
l'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' sake,
That us’d me so; or else, by Jove I vow,
I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes,
To make my master out of love with thee. [Exit.

Near the Friar's Cell, in Milan,

Enter Eglamour.

THE sun begins to gild the western sky,

1 And now it is about the very hour
Silvia, at Friar Patrick's cell, should meet me,
She will not fail ; for lovers break not hours,
Unless it be to come before their time :
So much they spur their expedition.
See, where she comes. Lady, a happy evening.

Enter Silvia.
Sil. Amen, Amen! Go on, good Eglamour,
Out at the postern by the abby-wall;
I fear, I am attended by some spies.

Egi. Fear not; the forest is not three leagues off; If we recover that, we're sure enough. [Exeunt,

4. My fubflance fould be staTUE in tby Aead.) It is evident this noun should be a participle staTUED, 1. e. placed on a pe. deftal, .or fixed in a shrine to be adored.


S c E N E II. Changes to an Apartment in the Duke's Palace.

: Enter Thurio, Protheus, and Julia. Thu. CIR Protheus, what says Silvia to my suit?

9 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? · Pro. No; that it is too little. Thu. I'll wear a boot to make it somewhat rounder, · Pro. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loaths.

Thu. What says she to my face?
Pro. She says, it is a fair one.
Tbu. 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.”

Ful. 'Tis true, Tuch pearls as put out ladies' eyes: For I had rather wink, than look on them. [Aide.

Tbu. How likes The my discourse?
Pro. Ill, when you talk of war.
Thu. But well, when I discourse of love and peace?
Jul. But better, indeed, when you hold your peace.
Thu. What says she to my valour?
Pro. Oh, Sir, she makes no doubt of that.
ful. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.
Thu. What says she to my birth?
Pro. That you are well deriv'd.
Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool.
Thu. Considers she my poffeffions ?
Pro. Oh, ay, and pities them.

b. Wherefore?
Jul. That such an ass should own them.
Pro. That they are out by lease.
Jul. Here comes the Duke.


Enter Duke.
Duke. How now, Sir Protheus? how now, Thurio?
Which of you faw Sir Eglamour of late?

Thu. Not I.
Pro. Nor I.
Duke. Saw you my daughter?
Pro. Neither.

Duke. Why then
She's Aled unto that peasant Valentine ;
And Eglamour is in her company.
'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 fhe;
But, being mask'd, he was not sure of it.
Besides, she did intend confeffion
At Patrick's cell this Ev'n, and there she was not ;
These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence,
Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse,
But mount you presently, and meet with me
Upon the rising of the mountain-foot
· That leads tow'rds Mantua, whither they are fled.
Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me. (Exit Duke.

Tbu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,
That flies her fortune where it follows her:
I'll after, more to be reveng'd of Eglamour,
· Than for the love of reckless Silvia.

Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love,
Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her.

Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love, Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. (Exeunt.

s'c E N E III.

Changes to the Forest.

Enter Silvia and Out-laws.
Out. COME, come, be patient; we must bring you

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Enter Valentine.
Val. TOW use doth breed a habit in a man!

IThis tracowy detart, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns.
Here can I fit alone, unseen of any,
And to the nightingale's complaining notes
Tune my ciftreffes, and record my woes.
O thou, that doft inhabit in my breast,
Leave not the mansion so long tenantiefs ;
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 hallo'ing, and what stir, is this to day?
These are my mates, that make their wills their law,
I lave some unhappy passenger in chase.
They love me well, yet I have much to do
To keep them from uncivil outrages.
Withdraw thee, Valentine: who's this comes here?


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