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Besides, she did intend confession
At Patrick's cell this even; and there she was not:
These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence.
Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse,
But mount you presently; and meet with me
Upon the rising of the mountain-foot
That leads towards Mantua, whither they are fled :
Despatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me. [Exit.

Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish 1 girl,
That flies her fortune when it follows her:
I'll after ; more to be revenged on Eglamour,
Than for the love of reckless 2 Silvia.

[Exit. 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. [Erit.


Frontiers of Mantua. The forest.


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 uş

i Foolish.

· Heedless.

But Moyses, and Valerius, follow him.
Go thou with her to the west end of the wood;
There is our captain : we'll follow him that 's filed;
The thicket is beset, he cannot ’scape.
1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's

cave :
Fear not; he bears an honorable mind,
And will not use a woman lawlessly.
Sil. O Valentine, this I endure for thee!



Another part of the forest.

Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man !
This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than florishing peopled towns :
Here can I sit alone, unseen of any,
And, to the nightingale's complaining notes,


distresses, and record 1 my woes. O thou that dost inhabit in


breast, Leave not the mansion so long tenantiess ; Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall, And leave no memory of what it was ! Repair me with thy presence, Silvia ; Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain ! What hallooing, and what stir, is this to-day? These are my mates, that make their wills their iaw,

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Have some unhappy passenger in chase :
They love me well; yet I have much to do,
To keep them from uncivil outrages.
Withdraw thee, Valentine ; who's this comes here:

(steps aside.

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

honor and

your love. Vouchsafe


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.

[aside. 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 2 to me as my soul ;

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And full as much (for more there cannot be)
I do detest false, perjured Proteus :
Therefore be gone, solicit me no more.
Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to

Would I not undergo for one calm look!
O, 'tis the curse in love, and still approved,1
When women cannot love where they ’re beloved.
Sil. When Proteus cannot love where he's be-

Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love,
For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith
Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths
Descended into perjury, to love me.
Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou hadst two,
And that's far worse than none; better have none
Than plural faith, which is too much by one :
Thou counterfeit to thy true friend !

In love,
Who respects friend?

All men but Proteus.
Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words
Can no way change you to a milder form,
I'll woo you like a soldier, at arms' end;
And love you 'gainst the nature of love : force

Sil. O heaven!
Pro. I 'll force thee yield to my desire.
Val. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch ,

· Experienced

Kauffman Lel

Valentine, Pretaus, Suvi & Julia, Scene V

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