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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
Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is :
Sil. How tall was she ?
Jul. About my stature : for, at Pentecost*,
Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth !
* 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.
That Silvia, at Patrick's cell, should meet me.
Sit. Amen, amen! go on, good Eglamour !
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.
Pro. O, sir, I find her milder than she was;
Thu. What, that my leg is too long?
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 ?