Changes to an Apartment in the Duke's Palace. Thu. S Pro. Oh, Sir, I find her milder than she was, Pro. No; that it is too little. Thu. I'll wear a boot to make it fomewhat rounder. Pro. But love will not be fpurr'd to what it loaths. Thu. What fays fhe to my face? Pro. She fays, it is a fair one. Thu. Nay, then the wanton lies; my face is black, Pro. But pearls are fair; and the old faying is, "Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes." Jul. 'Tis true, fuch pearls as put out ladies' eyes: For I had rather wink, than look on them. [Afide. Thu. How likes the my difcourfe? Pro. Ill, when you talk of war. Thu, But well, when I discourse of love and peace? Pro. Oh, Sir, fhe makes no doubt of that. Pro. That you are well deriv'd. Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool. Thu. Confiders fhe my poffeffions? Pro. Oh, ay, and pities them. Thu Wherefore? ful. That fuch an afs fhould own them. Pro. That they are out by leafe. Jul. Here comes the Duke, Enter 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 fled unto that peafant Valentine; 'Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both, At Patrick's cell this Ev'n, and there fhe was not That leads tow❜rds Mantua, whither they are fled. Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love, Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love, Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. [Exeunt. Changes to the Forest. Enter Silvia and Out-laws. Out. COME, come, be patient; we must bring you VOL. I. to our Captain. 1. A forind more nincs, than this one, Have lear's me how to brock this patently. 2 Car. Come, brig er avES. 1 Gut. Wibere & the gate, that was with her? Out Beng amcle-tooted, be beach an-naus; Bx Myles and Valeras follow him. 3 Go toou with her to th' wait end of the wood, 1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's cave. Fear not; he bears an honourable mind, And will not ufe a woman lawiefsy. Sil. O Valentine! this I endure for thee. Exant. Val. SCE ENE IV. The Out-laws Care in the Foreft. Enter Valentine. W ufe doth breed a habit in a man! And to the nightingale's complaining notes Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn fwain. Thefe are my mates, that make their wills their law, Have fome unhappy paffenger in chafe. They love me well, yet I have much to do To keep them from uncivil outrages. Withdraw thee, Valentine: who's this comes here? Enter Enter Protheus, Silvia, and Julia. Pro. Madam, this fervice have I done for you. (Tho' you respect not aught your fervant doth) To hazard life, and rescue you from him, That wou'd have forc'd your honour and your love. Vouchfafe me for my meed but one fair look: A smaller boon than this I cannot beg, And lefs than this, I'm fure, you cannot give. Val. How like a dream is this, I fee, and hear! Love, lend me patience to forbear a while. [Afide. Sil. O miferable, unhappy that I am! Sil. Had I been feized by a hungry lion, Pro. What dang'rous action, stood it next to death, Would I not undergo for one calm look? Oh, 'tis the curfe in love, and still approv'd, Sil. When Protheus cannot love, where he's belov'd. Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love, Thou haft no faith left now, unless thou'dft two, Thou counterfeit to thy true friend! Pro. In love, Who refpects friend? Sil. All men but Protheus. Pro. Nay, if the gentle fpirit of moving words And love you 'gainst the nature of love; force you. Pro. I'll force thee yield to my defire. Val. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch, Thou friend of an ill fafhion! Pro. Valentine! Val. Thou common friend, that's without faith or love; For fuch is a friend now: thou treach'rous man! I'm forry, I muft never trust thee more, But count the world a stranger for thy fake. The private wound is deepeft. Oh time, moft accurft! I tender't here; I do as truly fuffer, Val. Then I am paid: And once again I do receive thee honest. Is nor of heav'n, nor earth; for thefe are pleas'd; And that my love may appear plain and free, All, |