Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do: Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage him, By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes Duke. Ay, much the force of heaven-bred poesy. Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart: Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears Moist it again; and frame some feeling line, Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it, That may discover such integrity: By aught that I can speak in his dispraise, It follows not that she will love sir Thurio. For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews; Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from him, After your dire lamenting elegies, Lest it should ravel, and be good to none, And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect: - Visit by night your lady's chamber-window Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in love. To sort 7 some gentlemen well skill'd in musick : Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper: ACT IV. SCENE I.. - A Forest near Mantua. Enter certain Out-laws. 1 Out. Fellows, stand fast; I see a passenger. Enter VALENTINE and Speed. 3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about you; If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you. 2 Out. For what offence? Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse: 1 Out. Why ne'er repent it, if it were done so Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy; Speed. Sir, we are undone ! these are the villains Or else I often had been miserable. That all the travellers do fear so much. Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose ; Val. To Verona. 1 Out. Whence came you? Val. From Milan. 3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there? 3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar, This fellow were a king for our wild faction. 1 Out. We'll have him: sirs, a word. It is an honourable kind of thievery. 2 Out. Tell us this: Have you any thing to take Val. Nothing, but my fortune. 3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen, Such as the fury of ungoverned youth Thrust from the company of awful 9 men. 1 Out. But to the purpose, you are beautified 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, If crooked fortune had not thwarted me. 1 Out. What, were you banish'd thence? Val. I was. Are you content to be our general? And live, as we do, in this wilderness? 4 Birdlime. 6 Mournful elegy. Well looking. • Languages. 7 Choose out. 9 Lawful. D 3 Out. What say'st thou? wilt thou be of our Say, ay, and be the captain of us all : 1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. Val. I take your offer, and will live with you; 3 Out. No, we detest such vile base practices. [Exeunt. SCENE II. - Milan. Court of the Palace. Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, Enter THURIO, and Musicians. Thu. How now, sir Proteus? are you crept before us? Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for you know, that love Thu. Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here. Pro. Ay, Silvia, - for your sake. 1 Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, Let's tune, and to it lustily a while. Enter HOST, at a distance; and JULIA in boy's clothes. Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're allycholly; I pray you, why is it? Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you where you shall hear musick, and see the gentleman that you ask'd for. Jul. But shall I hear him speak? Jul. That will be musick. Jul. Is he among these? Is she kind, as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness: To help him of his blindness; That Silvia is excelling; Upon the dull earth dwelling; Host. How now? are you sadder than you were How do you, man? the musick likes you not. Jul. He plays false, father. Host. 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. Host. I perceive you delight not in musick. Host. Hark, what fine change is in the musick! Host. You would have them always play but one thing? Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. But, host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on, often resort unto this gentlewoman? Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, he loved her out of all nick. 1 Jul. Where is Launce? Host. 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. At saint Gregory's well. Thu. Farewell. [Exeunt THURIO and Musicians. SILVIA appears above, at her window. Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. That I may compass yours. Host. Ay: but peace, let's hear 'em. SONG. Who is Silvia? What is she? That all our swains commend her? The heavens such grace did lend her, Passionate reproaches. That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows? 1 Beyond all reckoning. Jul. 'Twere false, if I should speak it; For I am sure, she is not buried. [Aside. Sil. Say that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, Survives; to whom, thyself art witness, I am bethroth'd: And art thou not asham'd To wrong him with thy importúnacy? Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead. Sil. And so, suppose, am I; for in his grave Assure 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's thence; Or, at the least, in her's sepulchre thine. Sil. Egl. SILVIA appears above, at her window. Who calls? Your servant, and your friend; Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman, To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode; Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances. Sil. This evening coming. At friar Patrick's cell, Sil. 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 puppy; one that I saved from drowning, when three 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 was sent to deliver him, as a present to mistress Silvia, from my master; and I came no sooner into the diningchamber, but he steps me to her trencher, and steals her capon's leg. O, 'tis a foul thing, when a cur cannot keep 6 himself in all companies! I would have, as one should say, one that takes upon him to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all things. If I had not had more wit than he, to take a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he had been hanged for't; sure as I live, he had suffered for't. I have sat in the stocks for puddings he hath stolen, otherwise he had been executed: I have stood on the pillory for geese he hath killed, other wise he had suffered for't: thou think'st not of this now! Enter PROTEUS and JULIA. Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well, And will employ thee in some service presently. Jul. In what you please; I will do what I can. Pro. I hope thou wilt. How now, you idle peasant? [To LAUNCE. Where have you been these two days loitering? Laun. Marry, sir, I carried mistress Silvia the dog you bade me. Pro. And what says she to my little jewel? Laun. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur; and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for such a present. Pro. But she received my dog? Laun. No, indeed, she did not: here have I brought him back again. 5 Caring. 6 Restrain. Jul. Ay, madam. Go, give your master this: tell him f Jul. Madam, please you peruse thi Pardon me, madam; I have unadvis Deliver'd you a paper that I should This is the letter to your ladyship. Sil. I pray thee, let me look on tha I will not look upon your master's lin Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyshi Sil. The more shame for him that h For I have heard him say a thousand His Julia gave it him at his departure Pro. Why dost thou cry, alas? Jul. I cannot choose but pity her. Pro. Wherefore should'st thou pity her? Jul. Because, methinks, that she lov'd you as well As you do love your lady Silvia: She dreams on him, that has forgot her love; Pro. Well, give her that ring, and therewithal [Exit PROTEUS. This ring I gave him, when he parted from me, Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean Jul. From my master, sir Proteus, madam. Mine shall not do his Julia so much v Sil. What say'st thou? Jul. I thank you, madam, that you Poor gentlewoman! my master wrong Sil. Dost thou know her? Jul. Almost as well as I do know To think upon her woes, I do protest That I have wept an hundred several Sil. Belike, she thinks that Proteus ha Jul. I think she doth, and that's Sil. Is she not passing fair? Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, When she did think my master lov'd She, in my judgment, was as fair as y But since she did neglect her looking And threw her sun-expelling mask av The air hath starv'd the roses in her c And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her fa That now she is become as black as I Sil. How tall was she? Jul. About my stature: for at Per When all our pageants of delight wer Our youth got me to play the woman And I was trimm'd in madam Julia's Which serv'd me as fit, by all men's ju As if the garment had been made for Therefore I know she is about my hei And, at that time, I made her weep a For I did play a lamentable part: Madam, 'twas Ariadne, passioning For Theseus' perjury, and unjust fligh Which I so lively acted with my tears That my poor mistress, moved therew Wept bitterly; and, would I might be If I in thought felt not her very sorro Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle Alas, poor lady! desolate and left! I weep myself to think upon thy word Here, youth, there is my purse; I giv For thy sweet mistress' sake, because th Farewell. Jul. And she shall thank you for know her. A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and be I hope my master's suit will be but cold, What should it be, that he respects in her, I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes, [Exit. Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA. Thu. I'll wear a boot to make it somewhat rounder. Thu. 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. Jul. 'Tis true; such pearls as put out ladies' eyes; For I had rather wink than look on them. [Aside. Thu. How likes she my discourse? Pro. Ill, when you talk of war. Thu. Considers she my possessions? Pro. O, ay; and pities them. Thu. Wherefore? Jul. That such an ass should owe them. [Aside. Pro. That they are out by lease. Jul. Here comes the duke. Enter DUKE. Duke. How now, sir Proteus? how now, Thurio? Which of you saw sir Eglamour of late? Thu. Not I. Pro. Duke. Pro. Nor I. Saw you my daughter? Neither. Duke. Why, then, she's fled unto that peasant Valentine; And Eglamour is in her company. 'Tis true; for friar Laurence met them both, At Patrick's cell this even; and there she was not: [Exit. Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love, Than hate of Eglamour, that goes with her. [Erit. Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love, Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. [Exit. Thu. But well, when I discourse of love, and SCENE III.peace? Jul. But better, indeed, when you hold your peace. Thu. What says she to my valour? [Aside. Pro. O, sir, she makes no doubt of that. Thu. What says she to my birth? Pro. That you are well deriv'd. [Aside. Frontiers of Mantua. The Forest. Enter SILVIA and Outlaws. Out. Come, come; Be patient, we must bring you to our captain. 1 Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her? Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool. [Aside. But Moyses, and Valerius, follow him. 1 Head-dress. 2 Own. 3 Careless. |