And show thee all the treasure we have got; 75 Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. [Milan. Outside the Duke's palace, under Silvia's window.]

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.
But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,
To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.
When I protest true loyalty to her,
She twits me with my falsehood to my friend ;
When to her beauty I commend my vows,
She bids me think how I have been forsworn 10
In breaking faith with Julia whom I loved;
And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips,
The least whereof would quell a lover's hope,
Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love,
The more it grows, and fawneth on her still. 18

Host. I perceive you delight not in music. Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so.

Host. Hark, what fine change is in the mu

sic!

Jul. Ay, that change is the spite. Host. You would have them always play but one thing?

Jul. I would always have one play but one

thing. But, host, doth this Sir Proteus that we talk on Often resort unto this gentlewoman?

Host. I 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 to-mor row, by his master's command, he must carry for a present to his lady.

Jul. Peace! stand aside; the company parts. Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you. I will so plead That you shall say my cunning drift excels. Thu. Where meet we?

Pro. Thu.

At Saint Gregory's well. Farewell. [Exeunt Thu. and Musicians.]

[Enter SILVIA above.]

Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself. According to your ladyship's impose, I am thus early come to know what service It is your pleasure to command me in.

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Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman, -
Think not I flatter, for I swear I do not,
Valiant, wise, remorseful, well accomplish'd.
Thou art not ignorant what dear good will
I bear unto the banish'd Valentine,
Nor how my father would enforce me marry
Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhors.
Thyself hast lov'd; and I have heard thee say
No grief did ever come so near thy heart
As when thy lady and thy true love died,
Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity.
Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,

To Mantua, where I hear he makes abode;
And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,

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I do desire thy worthy company,

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Upon whose faith and honour I repose.
Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour,
But think upon my grief, a lady's grief,
And on the justice of my flying hence,
To keep me from a most unholy match,
Which heaven and fortune still rewards with
plagues.

I do desire thee, even from a heart
As full of sorrows as the sea of sands,
To bear me company and go with me;
If not, to hide what I have said to thee,
That I may venture to depart alone.

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Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances;
Which since I know they virtuously are plac'd,
I give consent to go along with you,
Recking as little what betideth me

As much I wish all good befortune you.
When will you go?

Sil.

This evening coming.

Egl. Where shall I meet you?
Sil.

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At Friar Patrick's cell,

Where I intend holy confession.

Egl. I will not fail your ladyship. Good [45 morrow, gentle lady.

Sil. Good morrow, kind Sir Eglamour. [Exeunt [severally].

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 sav'd 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 [s 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 steals her capon's leg. O, 't is a foul thing (10 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 had more wit than he, to take a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he had been [16 hang'd 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 gentlemanlike dogs, under the Duke's table. He had not been there bless the mark! - a piss- [20 ing 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 [25 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; "'t was I did the thing you wot of." He makes me no more ado, but [30 whips me out of the chamber. How many masters would do this for his servant? Nay, I'll be sworn, I have sat in the stocks for puddings

he hath stolen, otherwise he had been executed; I have stood on the pillory for geese he hath [35 kill'd, otherwise he had suffer'd for 't. Thou think'st not of this now. Nay, I remember the trick you serv'd 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 [40 gentlewoman's farthingale? Didst thou ever see me do such a trick?

[Enter PROTEUS and JULIA.]

Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well

And will employ thee in some service presently.

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Jul. In what you please. I'll do what I 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.

Launce. No, indeed, did she not; here have I brought him back again.

Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me? Launce. Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman's boys in the [60 market-place; and then I offer'd her mine own, who is a dog as big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater.

Pro. Go get thee hence, and find my dog again,

Or ne'er return again into my sight.
Away, I say! stay'st thou to vex me here?
[Exit Launce.]
A slave, that still an end turns me to shame!
Sebastian, I have entertained thee,
Partly that I have need of such a youth
That can with some discretion do my business, 70
For 't is no trusting to yond foolish lout,
But chiefly for thy face and thy behaviour,
Which, my augury deceive me not,

Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth: Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thee.

Go presently, and take this ring with thee,
Deliver it to Madam Silvia.

She lov'd me well deliver'd it to me.

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Jul. It seems you lov'd not her, to leave her token.

To bind him to remember my good will;
And now am I, unhappy messenger,

To plead for that which I would not obtain, 105
To carry that which I would have refus'd,
To praise his faith which I would have dis-
prais'd.

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I am my master's true-confirmed love;
But cannot be true servant to my master,
Unless I prove false traitor to myself.
Yet will I woo for him, but yet so coldly
As, heaven it knows, I would not have him
speed.

[Enter SILVIA, attended.] Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my

Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there. Go give your master this. Tell him from me, One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget, 124 Would better fit his chamber than this shadow.

Jul. Madam, please you peruse this letter. Pardon me, madam; I have unadvis'd Deliver'd you a paper that I should not. This is the letter to your ladyship.

Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. 130 Jul. It may not be; good madam, pardon me. Sil. There, hold!

I will not look upon your master's lines.

I know they are stuff'd with protestations
And full of new-found oaths, which he will

break

As easily as I do tear his paper.

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Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. Sil. The more shame for him that he sends it me;

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For I have heard him say a thousand times
His Julia gave it him at his departure.
Though his false finger have profan'd the ring,
Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong.

Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much.

Sil. Dost thou know her?

Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself.
To think upon her woes I do protest
That I have wept a hundred several times.

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Sil. Belike she thinks that Proteus hath forsook her?

Jul. I think she doth; and that's her cause of sorrow.

Sil. Is she not passing fair?

Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is.

When she did think my master lov'd her well,

She, in my judgement, 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?

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[Exit Silvia, with attendants.] Jul. And she shall thank you for 't, if e'er you know her.

A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful!

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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 grey as glass, and so are mine.
Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine's as
high.

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What should it be that he respects in her
But I can make respective in myself,
If this fond Love were not a blinded god?
Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up,
For 't is thy rival. O thou senseless form,
Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, lov'd, and
ador'd!

And, were there sense in his idolatry,
My substance should be statue in thy stead.
I'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' sake,
That us'd me so; or else, by Jove I vow,

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I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes, To make my master out of love with thee! 210 [Exit.

ACT V

SCENE I. [Milan. An abbey.]

Enter EGLAMOUR.

Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky, And now it is about the very hour

That Silvia, at Friar Patrick's cell, should meet

me.

She will not fail, for lovers break not hours,
Unless it be to come before their time;
So much they spur their expedition.
See where she comes.

[Enter SILVIA.]

Lady, a happy evening! Sil. Amen, amen! Go on, good Eglamour, Out at the postern by the abbey-wall. I fear I am attended by some spies.

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Egl. Fear not; the forest is not three leagues off.

If we recover that, we are sure enough. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. [The same. The Duke's palace.]

Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA. Thu. Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit?

Pro. O, sir, I find her milder than she was; And yet she takes exceptions at your person. Thu. What, that my leg is too long? Pro. No; that it is too little.