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That all our swains commend her ?
That she might admired be.
For beauty lives with kindness.
And, being help'd, inbabits there.
That Silvia is excelling ;
To her let us garlands bring.
Hoft. How now ? are you fadder than you were before? how do you, man the musick likes you not.
Jul. You mistake ; the musician likes me not.
Jul. Not so; but yet so false, that he grieves my very heart-strings.
Host. "You have a quick ear.
Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf ! it makes me have a slow heart.
Hoft. I perceive, you delight not in musick..
Host. You would have them always play but one thing? Jul. I would always have one play but one thing.
But, hoft, doth this Sir Protheus, that we talk on,
Hoft. I tell you what Launce, his man, told * lov'd her out of all nick.
Jul. Where is Launce ?
Hoft. 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,
Thu. Where meer we?
S c E N IV. : . Silvia 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 quickly learn to know him by his voice.
Sil. Sir Protheus, as I take it.
Sil. You have your wish; my will is even this,
I lou'd ber out of all nick.] 1. e. out of all count : that is, extravagantly. A phrase taken from accounts when calculacions were made by nicking on numbers upon a tick.
For me, by this pale queen of night, I swear,
Jul. [afide] 'Twere false, if I should speak it;
Sil. Say, that she be; yet Valentine, thy
Sil. And so, suppose, am I ; for in his grave,
Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth,
Sil. Go to thy lady's grave and call her thence, Or, at the least, in hers fepulchre thine.
Jul. [afide] 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 felf Is else devoted, I am but a shadow; And to your shadow will I make true love. Jul. (ahde] If 'twere a substance, you would, sure,
Sil. I'm very loath to be your idol, Sir ;
[Exeunt Protheus and Silvia,
Jul. Hoft, will you go?
Host. Marry, at my house: trust me, I think, 'tis almost day.
Ful. Not.fo; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest. [Exeunt. S C E N E v. :
Silvia above, at her window.
Egl. Your servant, and your friend;
Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good morrow.
Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself:
Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,
To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode :
Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances;
Egl. Where shall I meet you?
Sil. At friar Patrick's cell ; Where I intend holy confession.
Egl. I will not fail your ladyship: Good morrow, gentle lady. Sil. Good morrow, kind Sir Eglamour. (Exeunt.
S CE NE VI.
• Enter Launce with his Dog. " When a man's servant shall play the cur with him, • look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up of a • puppey, one that I sav'd from drowning, when three o or four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it! I
have taught him, even as one would say precisely, "thus I would teach a dog. I went to deliver him, as