Jul. In what you please; I will do what I can. Pro. I hope, thou wilt.-How now, you whoreson [To Launce. Where have you been these two days loitering? Laun. Marry, sir, I carried mistress Silvia the dog you bade me. peasant? 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. Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me? Laun. Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman's boys in the market-place: and then I offered her mine own; who is a dog as big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater. Pro. Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again, Or ne'er return again into my sight. Away, I say: Stay'st thou to vex me here? A slave, that, still an end, turns me to shame. Sebastian, I have entertained thee, [Exit Launce. Partly, that I have need of such a youth, Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth: She loved me well, deliver'd it to me. Jul. It seems you loved her not, to leave her token: She's dead, belike. Pro, Not so; I think, she lives. In the end. Jul. Alas! 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 loved you as well As you do love your lady Silvia : She dreams on him, that has forgot her love; You dote on her, that cares not for your love. "Tis pity, love should be so contrary; And thinking on it makes me cry, alas! Pro. Well, give her that ring, and therewithal This letter; that's her chamber.-Tell my lady, I claim the promise for her heavenly picture. Your message done, hie home uuto my chamber, Where thou shalt find me sad and solitary. [Exit Proteus. Jul. How many women would do such a mes sage? Alas, poor Proteus! thou hast entertain'd This ring I gave him, when he parted from me, And now am I (unhappy messenger) To plead for that, which I would not obtain ; To carry that which I would have refus'd; To praise his faith, which I would have disprais'd. I am my master's true confirmed love; But cannot be true servant to my master, Yet I will woo for him: but yet so coldly, Enter Silvia, attended. Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean To bring me where to speak with madam Silvia. Sil. What would you with her, if that I be she? Jul. From my master, sir Proteus, madam. Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there. [Picture brought. Go, give your master this: tell him from me, Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. Jul. It may not be; good madam, pardon me. Sil. There, hold. I will not look upon your master's lines: I know, they are stuff'd with protestations, Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. Though his false finger bath profan'd the ring, Jul. She thanks you. Sil. What say'st thou? Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her: Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. Sil. Dost thou know her? Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself: To think upon her woes, I do protest, That I have wept an 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: Sil. How tall was she? Jul. About my stature: for, at Pentecost, 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 Jul. And she shall thank you for't, if e'er you know her. A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful. Here is her picture: Let me see; I think, Whitsuntide. t. In good earnest. If I had such a tire, this face of mine Her eyes are grey as glass; and so are mine: If this fond love were not a blinded god? ACT V. SCENE I. The same. An abbey. Enter Eglamour. [Exit. Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky; That Silvia, at Patrick's cell, should meet me. Enter Silvia. See, where she comes: Lady, a happy evening! • Head-dress. + Respectable. |