Val. I take your offer, and will live with you; I Host. How now! are you sadder than you were Provided that you do no outrages

before? How do you, man? the music likes you not. On silly women, or poor passengers. .

Jul. You mistake : 'the musician likes me not. 3 Out. No; we detest such vile, base practices. Host. Why, my pretty youth ? Come, go with us: we'll bring thee to our cave,

Jul. He plays false, father. And show thee all the treasure we have got,

Host. How? out of tune on the strings ? Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. Jul. Not so; but yet so false, that he grieves my

[Exeunt. very heart-strings.

Host. You have a quick ear. SCENE II.--Milan. The Court of the Palace.

Jul. Ay; I would I were deaf! it makes me have a Enter PROTEUS.

slow heart. Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine,

Host. I perceive, you delight not in music. And now I must be as unjust to Thurio.

Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so. [Music plays again.: Under the colour of commending him,

Host. Hark! what fine change is in the music. I have access my own love to prefer;

Jul. Ay, that change is the spite. But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,

Host. You would not have them always play but To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.

one thing? When I protest true loyalty to her,

Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. She twits me with my falsehood to my friend ; But, Host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on, When to her beauty I commend my vows,

Often resort unto this gentlewoman? She bids me think how I have been forsworn,

Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, he In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov'd:

lov'd her out of all nick. And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips,

Jul Where is Launce ? The least whereof would quell a lover's hope,

Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, by Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, his master's command, he must carry for a present to The more it grows, and fawneth on her still.

his lady. But here comes Thurio. Now must we to her Jul. Peace! stand aside: the company parts. window,

| Pro. Sir Thurio, fear you not: I will so plead, And give some evening music to her ear.

That you shall say my cunning drift excels.
Enter THURIO, and Musicians.

Thu. Where meet we?
Thu, How now, sir Proteus ! are you crept before us ?! Pro. At St. Gregory's well.

Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for, you know, that love Thu, Farewell. Exeunt THURIO and Musicians. Will creep in service where it cannot go.

Enter Silvia above, at her window. Thu. Ay; but I hope, sir, that you love not here. Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship. Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence.

Sil. I thank you for your music, gentlemen. Thu. Whom? Silvia ?

Who is that, that spake? Pro. Ay, Silvia,for your sake.

Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, You would quickly learn to know him by his voice. Let's tune, and to it lustily awhile.

Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it. Enter Host and JULIA (in boy's clothes), behind. Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. Host. Now, my young guest; methinks you're ally-/ Sil. What is your will ? cholly: I pray you, why is it?

Pro.

That I may compass yours. Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. Sil. You have your wish: my will is even this,

Host. Come, we'll have you merry. I'll bring you That presently you hie you home to bed. . where you shall hear music, and see the gentlemen Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man! that you ask'd for.

Think'st thou, I am so shallow, so conceitless, Jul. But shall I hear him speak ?

To be seduced by thy flattery, Host. Ay, that you shall.

That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows? Jul. That will be music.

[Music plays. | Return, return, and make thy love amends. Host. Hark! Hark!

For me, by this pale queen of night I swear, Jul. Is he among these ?

I am so far from granting thy request,
Host. Ay; but peace ! let's hear 'em.

That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit,
SONG.

And by and by intend to chide myself,
Who is Silvia? what is she,

Even for this time I spend in talking to thee.
That all our swains commend her ?

Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady;
Holy, fair, and wise as free ;2

But she is dead.
The heaven such grace did lend her,

Jul. [ Aside.]'T were false, if I should speak it;
That she might admired be.

For, I am sure, she is not buried.

Sil. Say, that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend,
Is she kind, as she is fair,

Survives, to whom thyself art witness
For beauty lives with kindness?

I am betroth'd; and art thou not asham'd
Love doth to her eyes repair,

To wrong him with thy importunacy?
To help him of his blindness;

Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead.
And, being help'd, inhabits there.

Sil. And so, suppose, am I; for in his grave,
Then to Silvia let us sing,

| Assure thyself, my love is buried.
That Silvia is excelling ;

Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. She excels each mortal thing,

Sil. Go to thy lady's graye, and call her's thence;
Upon the dull earth dwelling:

Or, at the least, in her's sepulchre thine.
To her let us garlands bring.

Jul. [Aside.) He heard not that. 1 crews : in f. e. 2 is she : in f. e. 3 This direction is not in f. e.

Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate,

Which since I know they virtuously are plac'd, Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love,

I give consent to go along with you;
The picture that is hanging in your chamber :

Recking as little what betideth me,
To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep; As much I wish all good befortune you.
For, since the substance of your perfect self

When will you go?
Is else devoted, I am but a shadow,

Sil.

This evening coming. And to your shadow will I make true love.

Egl. Where shall I meet you? Jul. [Aside.] If 't were a substance, you would, sure, Sii.

At friar Patrick's cell, deceive it.

Where I intend holy confession.. And make it but a shadow, as I am.

Egl. I will not fail your ladyship. Good morrow, Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir;

Gentle lady.
But, since your falsehood, 't shall become you well Sil. . Good morrow, kind sir Eglamour. [Exeunt
To worship shadows, and adore false shapes,

SCENE IV.-The Same.
Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it."
And so, good rest.

Enter LAUNCE with his dog.
Pro.
As wretches have o'er night,

Launce. When a man's servant shall play the cur That wait for execution in the morn.

with him, look you, it goes hard : one that I brought [Exeunt PROTEUS and SILVIA. up of a puppy; one that I saved from drowning, when Jul. Host, will you go ?

three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went to Host. By my halidom, I was fast asleep.

it. I have taught him, even as one would say precisely, Jul. Pray you, where lies sir Proteus ?

thus I would teach a dog. I was sent to deliver him Host. Marry, at my house. Trust me, I think, 't is as a present to mistress Silvia from my master, and I almost day.

came no sooner into the dining-chamber, but he steps Jul. Not so'; but it hath been the longest night me to her trencher, and steals her capon's leg. O!'tis That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest. [Exeunt. a foul thing, when a cur cannot keep himself in all

companies. I would have, as one should say, one that SCENE III.-The Same.

takes upon him to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a Enter EGLAMOUR.

dog at all things. If I had not had more wit than he, Egl. This is the hour that madam Silvia

to take a fault upon me that he did, I think verily, he Entreated me to call, and know her mind.

had been hang’d for 't: sure as I live, he had suffer'd There's some great matter she'd employ me in. for it. You shall judge. He thrusts me himself into the Madam, madam!

company of three or four gentlemen-like' dogs under Enter SILVIA above, at her window.

the duke's table: he had not been there (bless the Sil. Who calls ?

mark) a pissing while, but all the chamber smelt him. Egl...

Your servant, and your friend; "Out with the dog !" says one; "what cur is that ? One that attends your ladyship's command.

says another; “whip him out," says the third ; "hang Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good morrow. him up," says the duke. I, having been acquainted Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself.

with the smell before, knew it was Crab, and goes me According to your ladyship's impose, 2

to the fellow that whips the dogs: “Friend," quoth I; I am thus early come, to know what service

“ do you mean to whip the dog ?”. “Ay, marry, do I," It is your pleasure to command me in.

quoth he. “You do him the more wrong,' quoth I; Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,

"It was I did the thing you wot of.” He makes me no Think not I flatter, for I swear I do not,

more ado, but whips me out of the chamber. How Valiant, wise, remorseful, well accomplish'd. many masters would do this for his servant? Nay, I'll Thou art not ignorant what dear good will

be sworn I have sat in the stocks for puddings he hath I bear unto the banish'd Valentine;

stolen, otherwise he had been executed: I have stood Nor how my father would enforce me marry

on the pillory for geese he hath kill'd, otherwise he had Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhors.

suffer'd for 't: thou think'st not of this now.--Nay, I Thyself hast lov'd; and I have heard thee say, remember the trick you served me, when I took my No grief did ever come so near thy heart,

leave of madam Silvia. Did not I bid thee still mark As when thy lady and thy true love died,

me, and do as I do? When didst thou see me heave Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity. up my leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,

farthingale? Didst thou ever see me do such a trick ? To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode;

Enter PROTEUS and JULIA. And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,

Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well, I do desire thy worthy, company,

. And will employ thee in some service presently. Upon whose faith and honour I repose.

Jul. In what you please: I will do what I can. Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour,

Pro. I hope thou wilt.-How, now, you whoreson But think upon my grief, a lady's grief ;

peasant! And on the justice of my flying hence,

Where have you been these two days loitering: To keep me from a most unholy match,

Launce. Marry, sir, I carried mistress Silvia the dog Which heaven and fortune still reward with plagues. you bade me.. I do desire thee, even from a heart

Pro. And what says she to my little jewel ? As full of sorrows as the sea of sands,

Launce. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur; and To bear me company, and go with me :

tells you, currish thanks is good enough for such a If not, to hide what I have said to thee,

present. That I may venture to depart alone.

Pro. But she receiv'd my dog ? Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances,

Launce. No, indeed, did she not. Here have I And the most true affections that you bear;4

I brought him back again. 1 From the Saxon haligdome, holy place or kingdom. 2 Injunction. 3 Compassionate. 4 This line is not in f. e.

Pro.

Pro. What! didst thou offer her this curl from me ? | One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget,

Launce. Ay, sir: the other squirrel was stolen from Would better fit his chamber, than this shadow. me by a hangman boya in the market-place; and then Jul. Madam, so4 please you tos peruse this letter. I offer'd her my own, who is a dog as big as ten of Pardon me, madam, I have unadvis'd [Giving a letter. yours, and therefore the gift the greater.

Deliver'd you a paper that I should not: Pro. Go; get thee hence, and find my dog again, This is the letter to your ladyship. [Giving another letter. Or ne'er return again into my sight.

Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. Away, I say! Stayest thou to vex me here?

Jul. It may not be: good madam, pardon me. A slave that still an end turns me to shame.

Sil. There, hold.

[Giving it back. [Exit LAUNCE. I will not look upon your master's lines: Sebastian, I have entertained thee,

I know, they are stuff'd with protestations, Partly, that I have need of such a youth,

And full of new-found oaths, which he will break, That can with some discretion do my business, As easily as I do tear his paper. For 't is no trusting to yond foolish lowt;

Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. But, chiefly, for thy face, and thy behaviour,

Sil. The more shame for him that he sends it me; Which (if my augury deceive me not)

For, I have heard him say, a thousand times, Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth:

His Julia gave it him at his departure. Therefore, know.thou, for this I entertain thee. Though his false finger have profan'd the ring, Go presently, and take this ring with thee:

| Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong. Deliver it to madam Silvia.

Jul. She thanks you. She lov'd me well deliver'd it to me.

Sil. What say'st thou ? Jul. It seems, you lov'd not her, to leave her token. Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her. She 's dead, belike?

|Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. Not so: I think, she lives.

Sil. Dost thou know her ? Jul. Alas!

Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself: Pro. Why dost thou cry alas?

To think upon her woes, I do protest, Jul. I cannot choose but pity her.

| That I have wept a hundred several times. Pro. Wherefore shouldst thou pity her ?

Sil. Belike, she thinks, that Proteus hath forsook her. Jul. Because, methinks, that she lov'd you as well Jul. I think she doth, and that's her cause of sorrow. As you do love your lady Silvia.

Sil. Is she not passing fair ? She dreams on him, that has forgot her love;

Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is. You dote on her, that cares not for your love.

When she did think my master lov'd her well, 'Tis pity, love should be so contrary,

She, in my judgment, was as fair as you; And thinking on it makes me cry alas!

But since she did neglect her looking-glass, Pro. Well, give to her that ring; and therewithal And threw her sun-expelling mask away, This letter :-that's her chamber ---Tell my lady The air hath stary'd the roses in her cheeks, I claim the promise for her heavenly picture.

And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face, Your message done, hie home unto my chamber, That now she is become as black as I. Where thou shalt find me sad and solitary. [Exit. Sil. How tall was she ?

Jul. How many women would do such a message ? Jul. About my stature; for, at pentecost, Alas, poor Proteus ! thou hast entertain'd

When all our pageants of delight were play'd, A fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs.

Our youth got me to play the woman's part, Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him,

And I was trimm'd in madam Julia's gown, That with his very heart despiseth me?

Which served me as fit, by all men's judgments, Because he loves her, he despiseth me;

As if the garment had been made for me: Because I love him, I must pity him.

Therefore, I know she is about my height. This ring I gave him when he parted from me, And at that time I made her weep a-good, To bind him to remember my good will,

For I did play a lamentable part. And now am I (unhappy messenger!)

Madam, it was Ariadne, passioning To plead for that which I would not obtain;

For Theseus perjury, and unjust flight;
To carry that which I would have refus'd;

Which I so lively acted with my tears,
To praise his faith which I would have disprais'd. That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
I am my master's true confirmed love,

Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead,
But cannot be true servant to my master,

If I in thought felt not her very sorrow. Unless I prove false traitor to myself.

Sil. She is beholding to thee, gentle youth.--
Yet will I woo for him; but yet so coldly,

Alas, poor lady! desolate and left!
As, heaven it knows, I would not have him speed. I weep myself, to think upon thy words.
Enter Silvia, attended.

Here, youth; there is my purse : I give thee this Gentlewoman, good day. I pray you, be my mean For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lov'st her. To bring me where to speak with madam Silvia. Farewell.

[Exit SILVIA. Sil. What would you with her, if that I be she ? Jul. And she shall thank you for 't, if e'er you know Jul. If you be she, I do entreat your patience

her.--To hear me speak the message I am sent on.

A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful ! Sil. From whom ?

I hope my master's suit will be but cold, Jul. From my master, sir Proteus, madam.

Since she respects my mistress' love so much. Sil. O! ho sends you for a picture.

| Alas, how love can trifle with itself! Jul. Ay, madam.

Here is her picture. Let me see: I think,
Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there.[ A Picture brought. If I had such a tire, this face of mine
Go, give your master this: tell him from me,

Were full as lovely as is this of hers; 1 Not in f. e. 2 the hangman's boys: in f. e. 3 Continually. 4 5 Not in f. e. 6 In good earnest.

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