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Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do: By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes 'Tis an ill office for a gentleman ;

Should be full fraught with serviceable vows. Especially, against his very friend.

Duke. Ay, much the force of heaven-bred poesy. Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage him, Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty Your slander never can endamage him;

You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart : Therefore the office is indifferent,

Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears Being entreated to it by your friend.

Moist it again ; and frame some feeling line, Pro. You have prevaild, my lord : if I can do it, That may discover such integrity: By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,

For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews; She shall not long continue love to him.

Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,
But say, this weed her love from Valentine, Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans
It follows not that she will love sir Thurio.

Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.
Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from him, After your dire lamenting elegies,
Lest it should ravel, and be good to none,

Visit by night your lady's chamber-window
You must provide to bottom it on me:

With some sweet concert: to their instruments Which must be done, by praising me as much Tune a deploring dump 6; the night's dead silence As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine.

Will well become such sweet complaining grievance. Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind; This, or else nothing, will inherit her. Because we know, on Valentine's report,

Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in love. You are already love's firm votary,

Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in practice. And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver, Upon this warrant shall you have access,

Let us into the city presently Where you with Silvia may confer at large; To sort 7 some gentlemen well skill'd in musick: For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy,

I have a sonnet, that will serve the turn, And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you ; To give the onset to thy good advice. Where you may temper her, by your persuasion, Duke. About it, gentlemen. To hate young Valentine, and love my friend. Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper :

Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect :- And afterward determine our proceedings. But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough ;

Duke. Even now about it: I will pardon you. You must lay lime *, to tangle her desires,



about you;

SCENE I. - A Forest near Mantua.

2 Out. For what offence ?

Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse : Enter certain Out-laws.

I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent ; 1 Out. Fellows, stand fast; I see a passenger. But yet I slew him manfully in fight, 2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down without false vantage, or base treachery. with 'em.

1 Out. Why ne'er repent it, if it were done su Enter VALENTINE and SPEED.

But were you banish'd for so small a fault ? 3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have

Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom,

1 Out. Have you the tongues ? 8 If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you.

Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy;

Or else I often had been miserable.
Speed. Sir, we are undone ! these are the villains
That all the travellers do fear so much.

3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar,

This fellow were a king for our wild faction. Val. My friends

1 Out. We'll have him : sirs, a word. 1 Out. That's not so, sir ; we are your enemies.

Speed. Master, be one of them; 2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him.

It is an honourable kind of thievery. 3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we;

Val. Peace, villain ! For he's a proper 5 man.

2 Out. Tell us this: Have you any thing to take Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose ;

to ? A man I am, crossd with adversity : My riches are these poor habiliments,

Val. Nothing, but my fortune.

3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen, Of which if you should here disfurnish me,

Such as the fury of ungoverned youth You take the sum and substance that I have. 2 Out. Whither travel you ?

Thrust from the company of awful 9 men.

1 Out. But to the purpose, - you are beautified Val. To Verona. 1 Out. Whence came you?

With goodly shape ; and by your own report

A linguist; and a man of such perfection, Val. From Milan.

As we do in our quality much want ; 3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there ? Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you :

2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man, have staid,

Are you content to be our general ? If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.

To make a virtue of necessity, 1 Out. What, were you banish'd thence ?

And live, as we do, in this wilderness? Val. I was.

6 Mournful elegy.

i Choose out. 4 Birdlime.

- Well looking
* Languages.

9 Lawful. D

3 Out. What say'st thou ? wilt thou be of our Is she kind, as she is fair ? consort?

For beauty lives with kindness : Say, ay, and be the captain of us all :

Love doth to her eyes repair, We'll do thee homage, and be rul'd by thee,

To help him of his blindness; Love thee as our commander, and our king.

And, being help'd, inhabits there. 1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest.

Then to Süvia let us sing, 2 Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have

That Silvia is ercelling ;

She ercels each mortal thing,
Val. I take your offer, and will live with you ;
Provided that you do no outrages

Upon the dull earth dwelling;

To her let us garlands bring. On silly women, or poor passengers. 3 Out. No, we detest such vile base practices.

Host. How now? are you sadder than you were Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews,

before ? And shew thee all the treasure we have got ;

How do you, man ? the musick likes you not. Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose.

Ju. You mistake; the musician likes me not. (Eseunt.

Host. Why, my pretty youth?

Jul. He plays false, father.
SCENE II. - Milan. Court of the Palace. Host. How? out of tune on the strings ?

Jul. Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my

very hcart-strings. Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine,

Host. You have a quick ear. And now I must be as unjust to Thurio.

Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf ! it makes me have Under the colour of commending him,

a slow heart. I have access my own love to prefer:

Host. I perceive you delight not in musick. But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,

Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so. To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.

Host. Hark, what fine change is in the musick! When I protest true loyalty to her,

Jul. Ay; that change is the spite. She twits me with my falsehood to my friend :, Host. You would have them always play but one When to her beauty I commend my vows, thing? She bids me think, how I have been forsworn

Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov'd :

But, host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on, And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips 9,

often resort unto this gentlewoman? The least whereof would quell a lover's hope,

Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, he loved her out of all nick, 1 The more it grows and fawneth on her still.

Jul. Where is Launce? But here comes Thurio: now must we to her window,

Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, And give some evening musick to her ear.

by his master's command, he must carry for a preEnter THURIO, and Musicians.

sent to his lady,

Jul. Peace! stand aside! the company parts. Thu. How now, sir Proteus? are you crept before

Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you! I will so plead, Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio ; for you know, that love That you shall say, my cunning drift excels. Will creep in service where it cannot go.

Thu. Where meet we? Thu. Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here.

Pro. At saint Gregory's well. Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence.

Thu. Farewell. [Exeunt THURIO and Musicians. Thu. Whom? Silvia ? Pro. Ay, Silvia, — for your sake.

Silvia appears above, at her window. Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen,

Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship. Let's tune, and to it lustily a while.

. I thank you for your musick, gentlemen :

Who is that, that spake? Enter Host, at a distance; and JULIA in boy's clothes. Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth,

Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice. allycholly ; I pray you, why is it?

Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it. Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry.

Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you

Si. What is your will ? where you shall hear musick, and see the gentleman


That I may compass yours. that you ask'd for.

Sil. You have your wish; my will is even this, Jul. But shall I hear him speak ?

That presently you hie you home to bed. Host. Ay, that you shall.

Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man! Jul. That will be musick. [Musick plays. Think’st thou, am so shallow, so conceitless, Host. Hark! hark !

To be seduced by thy flattery, Jul. Is he among these ?

That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows ? Host. Ay: but peace, let's hear 'em.

Return, return, and make thy love amends.

- by this pale queen of night I swear, SONG.

I am so far from granting thy request,
Who is Silvia ? What is she ?

That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit;
That all our swains commend her?

And by and by intend to chide myself,
Holy, fair, and wise is she ;

Even for this time I spend in talking to thee. The heavens such grace did lend her,

Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady That she might admired he.

But she is dead. 9 Passionate reproaches.

Beyond all reckoning.


For me,


'Twere false, if I should speak it; | To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode ; For I am sure, she is not buried.

[ Aside. And, for the ways are dangerous to pass, Su. Say that she be ; yet Valentine, thy friend, I do desire thy worthy company, Survives; to whom, thyself art witness,

Upon whose faith and honour I repose. I am bethroth'd: And art thou not asham'd Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour, To wrong him with thy importúnacy?

But think upon my grief, a lady's grief; Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead. And on the justice of my flying hence,

. And so, suppose, am I; for in his grave To keep me from a most unholy match, Assure thyself my love is buried.

Which heaven and fortune still reward with plagues. Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. I do desire thee, even from a heart

Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence; As full of sorrows as the sea of sands, Or, at the least, in her's sepulchre thine.

To bear me company, and go with me : Jul. He heard not that.

[Aside. If not, to hide what I have said to thee, Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, That I may venture to depart alone. Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love,

Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances :
The picture that is hanging in your chamber ; Which since I know they virtuously are plac'd,
To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep : I give consent to go along with you;
For, since the substance of your perfect self Recking; as little what betideth me,
Is else devoted, I am but a shadow;

As much I wish all good befortune you.
And to your shadow, I will make true love. When will you go?
Jul. If 'twere a substance, you would, sure, de- Sil.

This evening coming.
ceive it,

Egl. Where shall I meet you? And make it but a shadow, as I am. [ Aside. Su.

At friar Patrick's cell, Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir ;

Where I intend holy confession. But, since your falsehood shall become you well Egl. I will not fail your ladyship: To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, Good-morrow, gentle lady. Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it : Si. Good-morrow, kind sir Eglamour. (Ereunt. And so good rest. Pro. As wretches have o'er night,

SCENE IV. - The same. That wait for execution in the morn. (Ercunt PROTEUS, and Silvia from above.

Enter LAUNCE, with his dog. Jul. Host, will you go?

When a man's servant shall play the cur with him, Host. By my hallidom?, I was fast asleep. look you,

it goes hard : one that I brought up of a Jul. Pray you, where lies sir Proteus ?

puppy; one that I saved from drowning, when three Host. Marry, at my house: Trust me, I think or four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it! 'tis almost day.

I have taught him - even as one would say preJul. Not so ; but it hath been the longest night cisely, Thus I would teach a dog. I was sent to That e'er I watch’d, and the most heaviest. (Ereunt. deliver him, as a present to mistress Silvia, from

my master; and I came no sooner into the diningSCENE III. The same.

chamber, but he steps me to her trencher, and Enter Eglamour.

steals her capon's leg. O, 'tis a foul thing, when a

cur cannot keep 6 bimself in all companies! I would Egl. This is the hour that madam Silvia

have, as one should say, one that takes upon him Entreated me to call, and know her mind;

to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all There some great matter she'd employ me in.

things. If I had not had more wit than he, to take Madam, madam!

a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he had Silvia appears above, at her window.

been hanged fort; sure as I live, he had suffered

for't. I have sat in the stocks for puddings he hath Sil. Who calls?

stolen, otherwise he had been executed : I have Egl.

Your servant, and your friend; stood on the pillory for geese he hath killed, otherOne that attends your ladyship’s command.

wise he had suffered for't: thou think'st not of this Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-morrow. now! Eyl. As many, worthy lady to yourself.

According to your ladyship's imposes,
I am thus early come, to know what service

Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well, It is your pleasure to command me in.

And will employ thee in some service presently. sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,

Jul. In wliat you please ; I will do what I can. (Think not I fatter, for, I swear, I do not,)

Pro. I hope thou wilt. How now, you idle Valiant, wise, remorseful", well accomplish'd.

peasant ?

(70 LAUNCE. Thou art not ignorant, what dear good will

Where have you been these two days loitering ? I bear unto the banish'd Valentine;

Laun. Marry, sir, I carried mistress Silvia the Nor how my father would enforce me marry

dog you bade me. Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhorr’d.

Pro. And what says she to my little jewel ? Thyself hast lov’d; and I have heard thee say,

Laun. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur; and No grief did ever come so near thy heart,

tells you, currish thanks is good enough for such a As when thy lady and thy true love died,


Pro. But she received my dog ? l'pon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity.

Laun. No, indeed, she did not : here have I Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,

brought him back again. · Holy dame, blessed lady. 3 Injunction, command. • Compassionate,

5 Caring

D 2

6 Restrain.


Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me ? Jul. Ay, madam,

Laun. Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stolen from Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there. me by the hangman's boys in the market-place :

[Picture brought. and then I offered her mine own; who is a dog as Go, give your master this: tell him from me, big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater. One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget,

Pro. Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again, Would better fit his chamber than this shadow.
Or ne'er return again into my sight.

Jul. Madam, please you peruse this letter.
Away, I say : Stay'st thou to vex me here? Pardon me, madam ; I have unadvis'd
A slave, that, still an end 7, turns me to shame. Deliver'd you a paper that I should not;

[Exit LAUNCE. This is the letter to your ladyship. Sebastian, I have entertained thee,

Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. Partly, that I have need of such a youth,

Jul. It may not be ; good madam, pardon me. That can with some discretion do my business, Sil. There, hold. For 'tis no trusting to yon foolish lowt;

I will not look upon your master's lines : But, chiefly, for thy face, and thy behaviour; I know they are stuff''d with protestations, Which (if my augury deceive me not)

And full of new-found oaths; which he will break Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth : As easily as I do tear his paper. Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thee. Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. Go presently, and take this ring with thee,

Si. The more shame for him that he sends it me: Deliver it to madam Silvia :

For I have heard him say a thousand times, She loved me well, deliver'd it to me.

His Julia gave it him at his departure: Jul. It seems you loved her not, to leave her Though his false finger hath profan'd the ring, token :

Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong.
She's dead, belike.

Jul. She thanks you.
Not so; I think, she lives.

Sil. What say’st thou ?
Jul. Alas!

Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her: Pro. Why dost thou cry, alas ?

Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. Jul. I cannot choose but pity her.

SU. Dost thou know her ?
Pro. Wherefore should'st thou pity her ?

Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself,
Jul. Because, methinks, that she lov'd you as well To think upon her woes, I do protest,
As you do love your lady Silvia :

That I have wept an hundred several times.
She dreams on him, that has forgot her love ;

. Belike, she thinks that Proteus hath forsook her. You dote on her, that cares not for your love.

Jul. I think she doth, and that's her cause of 'Tis pity, love should be so contrary; And thinking on it makes me cry, alas !

. Is she not passing fair ? Pro. Well, give her that ring, and therewithal Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is: This letter ; That's her chamber. Tell my lady When she did think my master lov'd her well, I claim the promise for her heavenly picture. She, in my judgment, was as fair as you ; Your message done, hie home unto my chamber, But since she did neglect her looking-glass, Where thou shalt find me sad and solitary.

And threw her sun-expelling mask away,

[Erit PROTEUS. The air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks, Ju. How many women would do such a message? And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face, Alas, poor Proteus ! thou hast entertain'd

That now she is become as black as I. A fox, to be the shepherd of thy lambs :

Sil. How tall was she? Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him

Jul. About my stature: for at Pentecost 6, That with his very heart despiseth me?

When all our pageants of delight were play'd, Because he loves her, he despiseth me;

Our youth got me to play the woman's part, Because I love him, I must pity him.

And I was trimm'd in madam Julia's gown; This ring I gave him, when he parted from me, Which sery'd me as fit, by all men's judgment, To bind him to remember my good will :

As if the garment had been made for me :
And now am I (unhappy messenger)

Therefore I know she is about my height.
To plead for that which I would not obtain ; And, at that time, I made her weep a-good,
To carry that which I would have refus'd;

For I did play a lamentable part :
To praise his faith, which I would have disprais'd. Madam, 'twas Ariadne, passioning
I am my master's true confirmed love;

For Theseus' perjury, and unjust flight; But cannot be true servant to my master,

Which I so lively acted with my tears, Unless I prove false traitor to myself.

That my poor mistress, moved therewithal, Yet I will woo for him; but yet so coldy,

Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead,
As, heaven it knows, I would not have him speed. If I in thought felt not her very sorrow!

Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth!
Enter Silvia attended.

Alas, poor lady! desolate and left!
Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean I weep myself to think upon thy words.
To bring me where to speak with madam Silvia. Here, youth, there is my purse; I give thee this

Si. What would you with her, if that I be she ? For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lov'st her. Jul. If you be she, I do entreat your patience Farewell.

[Eri Silvia. To hear me speak the message I am sent on.

Jul. And she shall thank you for't, if e'er you Si. From whom?

know her. Jul. From my master, sir Proteus, madam. A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful. Sil. 0!- he sends you for a picture ? 7 In the end

9 In good earnest.

8 Whitsuntide.

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I hope my master's suit will be but cold,

What should it be, that he respects in her,
Since she respects my mistress' love so much. But I can make respective in myself,
Alas, how love can trifle with itself!

If this fond love were not a blinded god ?
Here is her picture: Let me see ; I think, Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up,
If I had such a tire !, this face of mine

For 'tis thy rival. () thou senseless form, Were full as lovely as is this of hers :

Thou shalt be worshipp’d, kiss'd, lov’d, and ador'd; And yet the painter flatter'd her a little,

And, were there sense in his idolatry, Unless I flatter with myself too much.

My substance should be statue in thy stead. Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow : I'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' sake, If that be all the difference in his love,

That us'd me so; or else, by Jove I vow, I'll get me such a colour'd periwig.

I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes, Her eyes are grey as glass; and so are mine: To make my master out of love with thee. Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine's as high.



SCENE I. - The same. An Abbey.

Thu. Considers she my possessions ?

Pro. O, ay; and pities them.

Thu. Wherefore?
Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky; Jul. That such an ass should owe them. (Aside.
And now, it is about the very hour

Pro. That they are out by lease.
That Silvia, at Patrick's cell, should meet me.

Jul. Here comes the duke.
She will not fail; for lovers break not hours,
Unless it be to come before their time;

Enter DUKE.
So much they spur their expedition.

Duke. How now, sir Proteus? how now, Thurio? Enter SILVIA.

Which of you saw sir Eglamour of late ?

Thu. Not I. See, where she comes : Lady, a happy evening! Pro.

Nor I. Sil. Amen, amen! go on, good Eglamour !


Saw you my daughter? Out at the postern by the abbey wall;


Neither. I fear, I am attended by some spies.

Duke. Why, then, she's fled unto that peasant Egl. Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off ;

If we recover that, we are sure enough. (Ereunt. And Eglamour is in her company.

'Tis true; for friar Laurence met them both, SCENE II.

- The same.

An Apartment in the As he in penance wander'd through the forest : Duke's Palace.

Him he knew well, and guess'd that it was she;

But, being mask'd, he was not sure of it :
Enter Thurio, PROTEUS, and Julia.

Besides, she did intend confession
Thu. Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit? At Patrick's cell this even; and there she was not :

Pro. 0, sir, I find her milder than she was; These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence. And yet she takes exceptions at your person.

Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse, Thu. What, that my leg is too long ?

But mount you presently; and meet with me Pro. No; that it is too little.

Upon the rising of the mountain foot Thu. I'll wear a boot to make it somewhat rounder. | That leads towards Mantua, whither they are fled : Pro. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loaths. Despatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me. (Erit. Thu. What says she to my face?

Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl, Pro. She says, it is a fair one.

That Aies her fortune wlien it follows her: Thu. Nay, then, the wanton lies; my face is black. I'll after; more to be revenged on Eglamour, Pro. But pearls are fair; and the old saying is, Than for the love of reckless 3 Silvia. [Erit. Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.

Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love, Jul. 'Tis true; such pearls as put out ladies' eyes ; | Than hate of Eglamour, that goes with her. (Exit. For I had rather wink than look on them. [Aside.

Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love, Thu. How likes she my discourse ?

Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. (Exit. Pro. Ill, when you talk of war. Thu. But well, wben I discourse of love, and SCENE III.- Frontiers of Mantua. The Forest.

peace? Jul. But better, indeed, when you hold your

Enter SILVIA and Outlaws. peace.

[å side. Out. Come, come ; Thu. What says she to my valour?

Be patient, we must bring you to our captain. Pro. O, sir, she makes no doubt of that.

Sil. A thousand more mischances than this one Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice. Have learn'd me how to brook this patiently.

(Aside. 2 Out. Come, bring her away. Thu. What says she to my birth?

1 Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her ? Pro. That you are well deriv'd.

3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-run us, Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool. [Aside. But Moyses, and Valerius, follow him. "Head-dress.

2 Own.

3 Careless.

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