Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself: To think upon her woes, I do protest, That I have wept a hundred several times. Sil. Belike, she thinks that Proteus hath forsook her. Jul. I think she doth; and that's her cause of sorrow. Sil. Is she not passing fair? Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is : When she did think my master loved her well, She, in my judgment, was as fair as you; But since she did neglect her looking-glass, And threw her sun-expelling mask away, The air hath starved the roses in her cheeks, And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face, That now she is become as black as I. Sil. How tall was she? Jul. About my stature: for, at Pentecost, 1 In good earnest. Which I so lively acted with my tears, Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth!— I weep myself, to think upon thy words. Here, youth, there is my purse! I give thee this know her. A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful. Her eyes are grey as glass; and so are mine: 1 Head-dress. 2 Respectful or respectable. If this fond love were not a blinded god? Thou shalt be worship'd, kiss'd, loved, and adored; [Exit. Eg. The sun begins to gild the western sky; And now it is about the very hour That Silvia, at friar Patrick's cell, should meet me. She will not fail; for lovers break not hours, Unless it be to come before their time; Enter SILVIA. See, where she comes. Lady, a happy evening! Out at the postern by the abbey-wall; I fear, I am attended by some spies. Eg. Fear not the forest is not three leagues off; If we recover that, we are sure enough.1 [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. A room in the Duke's palace. Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA. Thu. Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit? Pro. O, sir, I find her milder than she was; And yet she takes exceptions at your person. Thu. What, that my leg is too long? Pro. No; that it is too little. Thu. I'll wear a boot, to make it somewhat rounder. Pro. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loathes. Thu. What says she to my face? Pro. She says, it is a fair one. 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. Thu. How likes she my discourse? [aside. Pro. Ill, when you talk of war. Thu. But well, when I discourse of love and peace? Jul. But better, indeed, when you hold your peace. [aside. 1 Out of danger. Thu. What says she to my valor? Pro. O, sir, she makes no doubt of that. Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice. [aside. Thu. What says she to my birth? Pro. That you are well derived. Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool. [aside. Thu. Considers she my possessions? Pro. O, ay; and pities them. Thu. Wherefore? Jul. That such an ass should owe 1 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? Duke. Why, then she's fled unto that peasant Valentine; And Eglamour is in her company. "Tis true; for friar Laurence met them both, 1 Possess. |