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Thu. What says she to my valour ?
Pro. O, sir, she makes no doubt of that.
Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice. (Asi.
Thu. What says she to my birth?
Pro. That you are well deriv'd.
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 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 ?

Thu. Not I.
Pro. Nor I.
Duke. Saw you my daughter ?
Pro. Neither.

Duke. Why,then she's filed unto that peasant Valentine;
And Eglamour is in her company.
'Tis true ; for friar Laurence met them both,
As he in penance wander'd through the forest :
Him he knew well, and guess'd that it was she ;
But, being mask'd, he was not sure of it :
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 girl, That flies her fortune, when it follows her: I'll after ; more to be reveng'd on Eglamour, Than for the love of reckless 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.

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SCENE III. Frontiers of Mantua. The Forest. Enter SILVIA,

and Out-laws. 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 out-run us,
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 fted;
The thicket is beset, he cannot 'scape.

1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's cave: Fear not; he bears an honourable mind, And will not use a woman lawlessly.

Sil. O Valentine, this I endure for thee. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Another part of the Forest. Enter VALENTINE.

Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man ! This shadowy desart, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns: Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, Tune my distresses, and record my woes.. O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, Leave not the mansion so long tenantless ; Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall, And leave no memory of what it was !7 Repair me with thy presence, Silvia ; Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain ! What halloing, and what stir, is this to-day? These are my mates, that make their wills their law, Have some unhappy passenger in chace: 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. (6] To record anciently signified to sing.

[7] It is hardly possible to point out four lines in any of the plays of Shakspeare, more remarkable for ease and elegance, STEEVENS

19* VOL. I.

STEEV.

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 forc'd your honour and your love.
Vouchsafe me, for my meed, 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 a while. · [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 mak'st me most unhappy. 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. O, heaven be judge, how I lore Valentine, Whose life's as tender to me as my soul ; And full as much, (for more there cannot be,) I do detest false perjur'd Proteus : Therefore be gone, solicit me no more.

Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to death, Would I not undergo, for one calm look! 0, 'tis the curse in love, and still approv'd, When women cannot love where they're belov'd !

Sil. When Proteus cannot love, where he's belov'd.
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 !

Pro. In love,
Who respects friends ?

Sil. 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 you.

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