Jul. But better, indeed, when you hold your peace. Thu. What says she to my valour? Pro. O, sir, she makes no doubt of that. [Aside. Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice. [Aside. 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? Duke. Why, then she's fled unto that peasant Valentine; And Eglamour is in her company. 'Tis true; for friar Laurence met them both, At Patrick's cell this even; and there she was not: That leads towards Mantua, whither they are fled : * Own. + Foolish. That flies her fortune when it follows her: 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. SCENE III. Frontiers of Mantua. The Forest. Enter Silvia, and Out-laws. Out. Come, come; [Exit. Be patient, we must bring you to our captain. 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 fled : 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! * Careless. Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain !- They love me well; yet I have much to do, Withdraw thee, Valentine; who's this comes here? [Steps aside. 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 wou'd have forc'd your honour and your love. 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 pre[Aside. sence. 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 love Valentine, Whose life's as tender to me as my soul; * Sing. † Reward. |