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Eg. Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off ; If we recover that, we are sure enough.1 [Exeunt.
The same. A room in the Duke's palace.
Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA.
Pro. O, sir, I find her milder than she was ;
Thu. What, that my leg is too long?
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 ?
peace ? Jul. But better, indeed, when you hold your peace.
i Out of danger.
Thu. What says she to my valor ?
Thu. What says she to my birth ?
Thu. Not I.
Besides, she did intend confession
Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish 1 girl,
Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love, Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her. [Exit.
Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love, Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. [Exit.
Enter silvia and Outlaws. 1 Out. Come, come; be patient; we must bring you to our captain.
Sil. A thousand more mischances than this one Have learn’d me how to brook this patiently.
2 Out. Come, bring her away. 1 Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her? 3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath outrun us,
But Moyses, and Valerius, follow him."
Enter PROTEUS, Silvia, and JULIA. Pro. Madam, this service I have done for you, (Though you respect not aught your servant doth) To hazard life, and rescue you from him, That would have forced your honor and your love. Vouchsafe me, for my meed,1 but one fair look ; A smaller boon than this I cannot beg, And less than this, I am sure, you cannot give.
Val. How like a dream is this I see and hear ! Love, lend me patience to forbear awhile. [aside.
Sil. O miserable, unhappy that I am !
Pro. Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came; But, by my coming, I have made you happy. Sil. By thy approach thou makest me most un
happy. Jul. And me, when he approacheth to your presence.
►/m2\/ Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion, I would have been a breakfast to the beast, Rather than have false Proteus rescue me. 0, Heaven be judge, how I love Valentine, Whose life 's as tender” to me as my soul ;