Jul. Peace, ftand afide, the company parts.
Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not; I will fo plead,
That you fhall fay my cunning drift excels.
Thu. Where meet we?
Pro. At Saint Gregory's well.

Thu. Farewel.

SCENE

[Exe. Thu. and Mufick.

IV.

Enter Silvia above.

Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship.
Sil. I thank you for your musick, gentlemen:
Who is that that spake?

Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth,
You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice.

Sil. Sir Protheus, as I take it.

Pro. Sir Protheus, gentle lady, and your fervant.
Sil. What is your will?

Pro. That I may compass yours.

Sil. You have your wifh; my will is ever this,
That presently you hie you home to bed.
Thou fubtle, perjur'd, falfe, difloyal man!
Think'ft thou I am fo fhallow, fo conceitlefs,
To be feduced by thy flattery,

That haft deceiv'd fo many with thy vows?
Return, return, and make thy love amends..
For me, by this pale Queen of night I fwear,
I am fo far from granting thy request,
That I defpife thee for thy wrongful fuit;
And by and by intend to chide my felf,
Ev'n for this time I spend in talking to thee.
Pro. I grant, fweet love, that I did love a lady,
But fhe is dead.

Jul. [Afide.] 'Twere falfe if I fhould speak it;
For I am fure fhe is not buried.

Sil. Say that the be; yet Valentine thy friend
Survives, to whom, 'even thy felf art witness,`
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I am

I am betroth'd: and art thou not asham'd
To wrong him with thy importunacy?

Pro. I likewife hear that Valentine is dead.
Sil. And fo fuppofe am I; for in his grave,
Affure thy felf, my love is buried.

Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.
Sil. Go to thy lady's grave and call her thence,
Or, at the least, in hers fepulchre thine.
Ful. [Afide.] He heard not that.

Pro. Madam, if your heart be fo
Obdurate, oh! vouchfafe me yet your " 'picture,
The picture that is hanging in your chamber:
To that I'll fpeak, to that I'll figh and weep:
For fince the substance of your perfect self
Is elfe devoted, I am but a fhadow;
And to your fhadow will I make true love.

[ceive it,

Jul. [Afide.] If 'twere a fubftance you would fure deAnd make it but a fhadow as I am.

Sil. I'm very loth to be your idol, Sir;

But fince your falfhood shall become you well
To worship shadows and adore false shapes,
Send to me in the morning and I'll fend it:

And fo, good rest.

Pro. As wretches have o'er night,

That wait for execution in the morn. [Exe. Pro. and Sil.

Jul. Hoft, will you go?

Hoft. By my hallidom, I was faft asleep.

Jul. Pray you, where lyes Sir Protheus?

[moft day. Hoft. Marry, at my houfe: truft me, I think 'tis alJul. Not fo; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watch'd, and the most heavy one.

6 picture for my love,

[Exeunt.

SCENE

Egl. This is the hour that Madam Silvia Entreated me to call and know her mind: There's fome great matter she'd employ me in. 7 'Madam!`

Sil. Who calls?

Enter Silvia above.

Egl. Your fervant and your friend;
One that attends your ladyfhip's command.

Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-morrow.
Egl. As many, worthy lady, to your felf:
According to your ladyfhip's impofe,

I am thus early come, to know what fervice
It is your pleafure to command me in.

Sil. Oh Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,
(Think not I flatter, for I fwear I do not,)
Valiant and wife, remorfeful, well accomplish'd,
Thou art not ignorant what dear good will
I bear unto the banish'd Valentine;
Nor how my father would enforce me marry
Vain Thurio, whom my very foul abhors.`
Thy felf haft lov'd; and I have heard thee fay,
No grief did come fo near unto thy heart,
As when thy lady and thy true love dy'd;
Upon whofe grave thou vow'dft pure chastity.
Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine

To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode :
And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,
I do defire thy worthy company;
Upon whofe faith and honour I repofe.
Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour;
But think upon my grief, a lady's grief,

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And

And on the juftice of my flying hence,
To keep me from a moft unholy match,
Which heav'n and fortune ftill reward with plagues.
I do defire thee, even from a heart

As full of forrows as the fea of fands,
To bear me company, and go with me:
If not, to hide what I have faid to thee,
That I may venture to depart alone.

Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances;
Which fince I know they virtuously are plac'd,
I give confent to go along with you,
Recking as little what betideth me,

As much I wish all good befortune you.
When will you go?

Sil. This evening coming.
Egl. Where

Shall I meet you?

Sil. At friar Patrick's cell; Where I intend holy confeffion. Egl. 'I will not fail:`

Good-morrow, gentle lady.

Sil. Good-morrow, kind Sir Eglamour.

[Exeunt.

Laun. WHEN a man's fervant fhall play the cur with him, look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up of a puppy, one that I fav'd from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and fifters went to it! I have taught him, even as one would fay precisely, thus I would teach a dog. 'I went to deliver him as a present to mistrefs Silvia, from my mafter; and I came no fooner into the dining-chamber, but he fteps me to her trencher,

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trencher, and steals her capon's leg. O, 'tis a foul thing, when a cur cannot keep himself in all companies! I would have, as one fhould fay, 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 hang'd for't; fure as I live he had fuffer'd for't; you fhall judge. He thrusts me himself into the company of three or four gentlemanlike dogs, under the Duke's table; he had not been there (bless the mark) a piffing while, but all the chamber fmelt him. Out with the dog, fays one; what cur is that? fays another; whip him out, fays a third; hang him up, fays the Duke. I having been acquainted with the fmell before, knew it was Crab, and goes me to the fellow that whips the dogs; Friend, quoth I, you mean to whip the dog? Ay marry do I, quoth he. You do him the more wrong, quoth I; 'twas I did the thing you wot of. He makes no more ado, but whips me out of the chamber. How many mafters would do this for their fervant? nay, I'll be fworn I have fat in the ftocks for puddings he hath ftol'n, otherwise he had been executed; I have stood on the pillory for geefe he hath kill'd, otherwife he had fuffer'd for't. Thou think'ft not of this now. Nay, I remember the trick you ferv'd me when I took my leave of Madam Silvia; did not I bid thee ftill mark me, and do as I do? when didft thou fee me heave up my leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale? didit thou ever see me do fuch a trick?

Pro. Sebaftian is thy name? I like thee well, And will employ thee in fome service presently. Jul. In what you please: I'll do, Sir, what I can. Pro. I hope thou wilt. How now, you whore-fon Where have you been these two days loitering? [peafant,

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Laun.

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