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Who is Silvia ? what is the,

That all our swains commend her ?
Holy, fair, and wife is fpe;
The heavn such grace did lend her,

That she might admired be.
Is je kind, as she is fair ?

For beauty lives with kindness.
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of bis blindness:

And, being help'd, inbabits there.
Then to Silvia let us fing,

That Silvia is excelling ;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling:

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.
Hoft, Why, my pretty youth?
Jul. He plays false, father, :
Hoft. How, out of tune on the strings?

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..
Jul. Not a whit, when it jars fo.
Hoft. Hark, what fine change is in the musick.
Jul. Ay; that change is the spight.

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,
Often resort unto this gentlewoman?

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,
That you shall say, my cunning drift excels.

Thu. Where meer we?
Pro. At St. Gregory's well.
Thu. Farewel. (Exeunt Thurio and Musick.

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.
Pro. Sir Protheus, gentle lady, and your servant.
Sil. What is your will ?
Pro. That I may compass yours.

Sil. You have your wish; my will is even this,
That presently you hie you home to bed.
Thou subtle, perjur'd, falfe, disloyal man?
Think'st thou, I am so shallow, lo conceitless,
To be seduced by thy Aattery,
That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows ?
Return, rcturn, and make thy love amends.

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,
I am so far from granting thy request,
That I despise thee for thy wrongful fuit ;
And, by and by, intend to chide myself,
Ev'n for this time I spend in talking to thee,
· Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady:
But she is dead.

Jul. [afide] 'Twere false, if I should speak it;
For, I am sure, The is not buried.

Sil. Say, that she be; yet Valentine, thy
Survives; to whom, thyself art witness,
I am betroath'd; and art thou not asham'd
To wrong him with thy importunacy?
· Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead.

Sil. And so, suppose, am I ; for in his grave,
Afsure thyself, my love is buried.

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,

deceive it,
And make it but a shadow, as I am.

Sil. I'm very loath to be your idol, Sir ;
But since your falfhood shall become you well
To worship shadows, and adore false shapes;
Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it:
And so, good rest.
i Pro. As wretches have o'er night,
That wait for execution in the morn.

[Exeunt Protheus and Silvia,



Jul. Hoft, will you go?
Hoft. By my hallidom, I was fast alleep.
Jul. Pray you, where lies Sir Protheus?

Host. Marry, at my house: trust me, I think, 'tis almost day.

Ful.; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest. [Exeunt. S C E N E v. :

Enter Eglamour.
Egl. This is the hour that Madam Silvia
Entreated me to call, and know her mind :
There's some great matter she'd employ me in.
Madam, Madam!

Silvia above, at her window.
Sil. Who calls ?

Egl. Your servant, and your friend;
One that attends your lady ship's command.

Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good morrow.

Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself:
According to your lady ship's impose,
I am thus early come, to know what service
It is your pleasure to command me in..

Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,
(Think not I fatter, for, I swear, I do not)
Valiant and wise, remorseful, well accomplish'd;
Thou art not ignorant, what dear good will
I bear unto the banish'd Valentine;
Nor how my father would enforce me marry
Vain Thurio, whom my very foul abhorr’d.
Thyfelf haft lov'd; and I have heard thee fay,
No grief did ever come fo near thy heart,
As when thy lady and thy true love dy'd ; '.
Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chaftity,
Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,

To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode :
And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,
I do desire thy worthy company;
Upon whose faith and honour I repose.
Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour ;
But think upon my grief, a lady's grief;
And on the justice of my flying hence;
To keep me from a molt unholy match,
Which heav'n and fortune still reward with plagues.
I do desire chee, even from a heart
As full of sorrow's as the sea of fands,
To bear me company, and go with me::
If not, to hide what I have laid to thee,
That I may venture to depart alone.

Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances;
Which, since, I know, they virtuoully are plac'd,
I give consent to go along with you;
Recking as little what beideth me,
As much I wish all good befortune you.
When will you go?
· Sil. This evening coming.

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.


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

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