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Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her : 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 an hundred several times. 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 1.

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 judgement,
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-goodt,
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

* Whitsuntide. of In good earnest.

For thy sweet mistress’ sake, because thou lov'st her. Farewell.

(Exit Silvia. Jul. And she shall thank you for't, if e'er you

know her. 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 grey 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 respectivet in myself, If this fond love were not a blinded god ? Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up, For 'tis thy rival. () 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, I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes, To make my master out of love and thee. (Exit.

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Enter Eglamour.
Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky;
And now, it is about the very hour
* Head-dress.

* Respectable.

That Silvia, at 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.

Enter Silvia.
See, where she comes : Lady, a happy evening!

Sit. Amen, amen! go on, good Eglamour !
Out at the postern by the abbey-wall;
I fear, I am attended by some spies.

Egl. Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off; If we recover that, we are sure* enough. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. . The same. An apartment in 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.
Thu. I'll wear a boot, to make it somewhat

rounder. Pro. But love will not be spurr'd to what it

. loaths. Thu. What says she to my face? Pro. She says, it is a fair one. Thu. Nay, then the wanton lies; my face is

black. Pro. But pearls are fair; and the old saying is, Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.

Jul. 'Tis true; such pearls as put out ladies' eyes; For I had rather wink than look on them. [Aside.

Thu. How likes she my discourse ?
Pro. Ill, when you talk of war.
Thu. But well, when I discourse of love, and
peace?

* Safe.

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