sinews; For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in music. To give the onset to thy good advice. Duke. About it, gentlemen. [rehearse : 2 Out. For what offence? This fellow were a king for our wild faction! [take to? 2 Out. Tell us this have you anything to Val. Nothing, but my fortune. [gentlemen, 3 Out. Know then, that some of us are Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth Thrust from the company of awful men : 2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, But to the purpose; for we cite our faults, man, 2 Out. Indeed, because you are banish'd Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you. Are you content to be our general? To make a virtue of necessity, And live, as we do, in this wilderness? 3 Out. What say'st thou? wilt thou be of Say ay, and be the captain of us all : 2 Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we Val. I take your offer, and will live with you; Provided that you do no outrages On silly women, or poor passengers. [tices. 3 Out. No; we detest such vile, base pracCome, go with us; we'll bring thee to our cave, And show thee all the treasure we have got ; SCENE II.-Milan. The Court of the Palace. Enter Proteus. Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, And now I must be as unjust to Thurio. Under the colour of commending him, I have access my own love to prefer: She twits me with my falsehood to my friend; And give some evening music to her ear. Enter Thurio and Musicians. Thu. How now, Sir Proteus! are you crept Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence. Pro. Let's tune, and to it lustily awhile. Host. Now, my young guest; methinks merry. Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you where you shall hear music, and see the gentleman that you asked for. ful. But shall I hear him speak? Host. Hark, hark! Jul. Is he among these? [Music plays. Host. Ay; but peace! let's hear 'em. SONG. Who is Silvia? what is she? That all our swains commend her: The heaven such grace did lend her, Is she kind, as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness: Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling: Host. How now! are you sadder than you were before? How do you, man? the music likes you not. Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me Jul. He plays false, father. [not. Host. How? out of tune on the strings Jul. Not so; but yet so false, that he grieves my very heart-strings. Host. You have a quick ear. ful. Ay; I would I were deaf! it makes me have a slow heart. Host. I perceive you delight not in music. Host. Hark, what fine change is in the music! Jul. Ay, that change is the spite. Host. You would have them always play but one thing? [thing. Jul. I would always have one play but one But, Host, doth this Sir Proteus, that we talk [on, Often resort unto this gentlewoman? Host. I will tell you what Launce, his man, told me,-he lov'd her out of all nick. Jul. Where is Launce? Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, tomorrow, by his master's command, he must carry for a present to his lady. Jul. Peace! stand aside: the company [Exeunt Thurio and Musicians. pure truth, knew his heart's Pro. One, lady, if you You would quickly learn to know him by his [voice. Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it. Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servSil. What is your will? [ant. Pro. That I may compass yours. [this, That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows? Jul. [Aside.] Twere false, if I should [speak it; For, I am sure, she is not buried. Sil. Say, that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, Survives, to whom thyself art witness I am betroth'd; and art thou not asham'd Sil. And so, suppose, am I ; for in his grave, Assure thyself my love is buried. [earth. Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call hers thence; Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead. To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode; Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine. And to your shadow will I make true love. And make it but a shadow, as I am. Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir; well To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, Pra. [Exeunt Proteus, and Silvia, above. [night Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest That e'er I watched, and the most heaviest. SCENE III.-The Same. [Exeunt. Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances; At friar Patrick's cell, Good-morrow, kind Sir Eglamour. [Exeunt Eglamour, and Silvia, above. SCENE IV.-The Same. Enter Launce with his dog. Launce. When a man's servant shall play the cur with him, look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up of a puppy; one that I saved from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it. I have taught him, even as one would say precisely, Thus I would teach a dog. I was sent to deliver him as a present to mistress Silvia from my master; and I came no sooner into the diningchamber, but he steps me to her trencher, and [in.-steals her capon's leg. O,'tis a foul thing. when a cur cannot keep himself in all companies! I would have, as one should say, one that takes upon him to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all things. If I had not Egl. This is the hour that Madam Silvia Enter Silvia above, at her window." Your servant, and your friend; Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-had more wit than he, to take a fault upon morrow. Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself. Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,- me that he did, I think verily he had been hanged for't: sure as I live, he had suffer'd for't you shall judge. He thrusts me himself into the company of three or four gentleman-like dogs under the duke's table: he had not been there (bless the mark) a pissing while, but all the chamber smelt him. "Out with the dog!" says one; "What cur is that? says another; Whip him out," says the third; "Hang him up," says the duke. I, having been acquainted with the smell 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 me no more ado, but whips me out of the chamber. Pro. Well, give her that ring; and therewithal Where thou shalt find me sad and solitary. [Exit. Jul. How many women would do such a message? How many masters would do this for his servant? Nay, I'll be sworn, I have sat in the stocks [lady for puddings he hath stolen, otherwise he had This letter:-that's her chamber. - Tell my been executed: I have stood on the pillory I claim the promise for her heavenly picture. for geese he hath killed, otherwise he had Your message done, hie home unto my suffer'd for't thou thinkest not of this now! chamber, -Nay, I remember the trick you served me, when I took my leave of Madam Silvia: did not I bid thee still mark me, and do as I do? When didst thou see me heave up my leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's farthin-Alas, poor Proteus! thou hast entertain'd gale? Didst thou ever see me do such a trick? A fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs. Enter Proteus and Julia. Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him, Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well,That with his very heart despiseth me? And will employ thee in some service presently. Because he loves her, he despiseth me; Jul. In what you please: I will do what I Because I love him, I must pity him. This ring I gave him when he parted from me, To bind him to remember my good will: And now am I (unhappy messenger!) To plead for that which I would not obtain; To carry that which I would have refus'd; To praise his faith which I would have disprais'd. can. Pro. I hope thou wilt. [To Launce.] How now, you whoreson peasant ! Where have you been these two days loitering? Launce. Marry, sir, I carried mistress Silvia the dog you bade me. Pro. And what says she to my little jewel? Launce. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur; and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for such a present. Pro. But she received my dog? Pro. Go, get thee hence, and find my dog She lov'd me well deliver'd it to me. Pro. Ful. Alas! Not so I think, she lives. Pro. Why dost thou cry, alas? She dreams on him, that has forgot her love; Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong. Jal. I think she doth ; and that's her cause of sorrow. Sil. Is she not passing fair? [she is. Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than When she did think my master lov'd her well, She, in my judgment, was as fair as you; But since she did neglect her looking-glass, And threw her sun-expelling mask away, The air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks, And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face, That now she is become as black as I. Sil. How tall was she? Jul. About my stature: for, at Pentecost, When all our pageants of delight were play'd, Our youth got me to play the woman's part, And I was trimm'd in Madam Julia's gown; Which served me as fit, by all men's judgments, As if the garment had been made for me: Therefore, I know she is about my height. And at that time I made her weep a-good; For I did play a lamentable part: Madam, 'twas Ariadne, passioning For Theseus' perjury, and unjust flight; Which I so lively acted with my tears, That my poor mistress, moved therewithal, Wept bitterly; and would I might be dead, If I in thought felt not her very sorrow! Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth.Alas, poor lady! desolate and left!I weep myself, to think upon thy words. Here, youth; there is my purse: I give thee this [lov'st her. For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou Farewell. Jul. And she shall thank you for't, if e'er you know her. [Exit Silvia, with Attendants. A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful. I hope my master's suit will be but cold, Since she respects my mistress' love so much. Alas, how love can trifle with itself! Here is her picture: let me see; I think, If I had such a tire, this face of mine Were full as lovely as is this of hers; And yet the painter flatter'd her a little, Unless I flatter with myself too much. Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow : If that be all the difference in his love, I'll get me such a colour'd periwig. Her eyes are gray as glass; and so are mine : Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine's as high. What should it be, that he respects in her, But I can make respective in myself, And, were there sense in his idolatry, ACT V. SCENE I.-Milan. An Abbey. Enter Eglamour. [Exit. That Silvia at Friar Patrick's cell should meet Sil. Amen, amen! go on, good Eglamour, [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Milan. The Duke's Palace. Pro. O, sir, I find her milder than she was; Jul. [Aside.] But love will not be spurr'd to what it loathes. Thu. What says she to my face? Thu. Nay then, the wanton lies; my face is black. [is, Pro. But pearls are fair; and the old saying Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes. Jul. [Aside.] T is true, such pearls as put out ladies' eyes; For I had rather wink than look on them. Thu. What says she to my valour? knows it cowardice. Thu. What says she to my birth? |