Egl. I will not fail: Good-morrow, gentle lady. Sil. Good-morrow, kind fir Eglamour. Laun. WH SCENE VI. Enter Launce, with his dog. [Exeunt. THEN a man's fervant shall play the cur with him, look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up of a puppy, one that I fav'd from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and fifters went to it! I have taught him, even as one would say precisely, thus I would teach a dog. I went to deliver him as a present to mistress Silvia, from my master; and I came no fooner into the dining-chamber, but he steps me to her trencher, and 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 had more wit than he, to take a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he had been hang'd for't; fure as I live, he had fuffer'd for't; you fhall judge. He thrufts 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 piffing while, but all the chamber smelt him. Out with the dog, fays one; what cur is that? fays another; whip him out, fays a third; hang him up, fays the duke. I, having been acquainted with the fmell 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 no more ado, but whips me out of the chamber. How many mafters would do this for their servant? nay, I'll be fworn I have fat in the ftocks for puddings he hath stol'n, otherwise he had been executed; I have stood on the pillory for geefe he hath kill'd, otherwife he had fuffer'd for't.. Thou think'st not of this now. Nay, I remember the trick you ferv'd me me when I took my leave of madam Silvia; did not I bid thee ftill mark me, and do as I do? when didft thou see me heave up my leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale? didft thou ever see me do fuch a trick? Pro. Sebaftian is thy name? I like thee well, Pro. I hope, thou wilt. -How now, you whorefon peasant, Where have you been these two days loitering? Laun. Marry, fir, I carry'd mistress Silvia the dog you bad me. Laun. Marry, the fays, your dog was a cur, and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for fuch a prefent. Pro. But the receiv'd my dog? Laun. No, indeed, fhe did not: here have I brought him back again. Pro. What, did'ft thou offer her this from me? Laun. Ay, fir; the other, Squirrel, was ftol'n from me by the hangman's boy in the 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 fight: Away, I fay; ftay'st thou to vex me here? A flave, that ev'ry day turns me to shame. Partly, that I have need of fuch a youth, Witnefs good bringing up, fortune, and truth: [Exit Laun. Therefore 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. Jul. It seems, you lov'd not her, to leave her token: She's dead, belike. Pro. Not fo: I think, fhe lives. Ful. Alas! Pro. Why do'ft thou cry, alas? But pity her. As Pro. Why fhouldst thou pity her? Jul. Because, methinks, if the loves you as well you do love your lady Silvia; She dreams on him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love: 'Tis pity love fhould be fo contrary; And thinking on it makes me cry, alas! Pro. Well, give her that ring, and give therewithal This letter; that's her chamber: tell my lady, I claim the promise for her heav'nly picture. Your meffage done, hie home unto my chamber, SCENE VIII. Jul. How many women would do fuch a message? A fox to be the fhepherd of thy lambs: This ring I gave him when he parted from me, [Exit Pro. To To plead for that which I would not obtain; To praise his faith, which I would have disprais'd. But cannot be true fervant to my master, Unless I prove false traitor to myself. Yet will I woo for him; but yet fo coldly, As, heav'n it knows, I would not have him speed. Lady, good day! I pray you, be my mean Jul. From my mafter fir Protheus, madam. Sil. Urfula, bring my picture there. Go, give your mafter this; tell him from me, Jul. Madam, may't please you to peruse this letter. Deliver'd you a paper that I should not; This is the letter to your ladyfhip. Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. I will not look upon your master's lines; I know they're stuff'd with protestations, And full of new-found oaths, which he will break As eafily as I do tear his paper. Jul. Madam, he fends your ladyship this ring. VOL. I. C c For For I have heard him fay a thousand times, Sil. What fay'ft thou? ful. I thank you, madam, that you tender her; Poor gentlewoman! my mafter wrongs her much. Sil. Doft thou know her? Jul: Almoft 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, fhe thinks that Protheus hath forfook her. Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is: Sil. How tall was fhe? ful. About my ftature: for, at Pentecoft, That |