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Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead,

my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
in thought felt not her


Siz. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth.

poor lady! desolate and left!
eep myself to think upon thy words

. youth, there is a purse; I give thee this For thy sweet mistress sake, because thou lov'st her. [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 his 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 Aatter with myself too much. Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow. If that be all the diff'rence 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 is high. 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 'tis thy rival. O thou senseless form, Thou shalt be worship’d, kiss’d, lov’d, and ador'd; And, were there sense in his idolatry, My substance should be fainted 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 thy unseeing eyes, To make my master out of love with thee.


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HE sun begins to gild the western sky,

And now it is about the very hour,
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. Lady, a happy evening!

Enter Silvia.
Sil. Amen, amen! go on, good Eglamour,
Out at the postern by the abby-wall ;
I fear, I am attended by some spies.

Eg. Fear not; the forest is not three leagues off;
If we recover that, we're sure enough.


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Enter Thurio, Protheus and Julia. Tbu. Sir Protheus, what fays 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 shę 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.

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


your peac:,
Thu. What says she to my valour?
Pro. O, fir, she makes no doubt of that.
Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.
Thu. What says she to my birth?
Pro. That you are well deriv’d.
Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool.
Thu. Considers she my possessions ?
Pro. O, ay, and pities them.
Tou. Wherefore?
Jul. That such an ass should own them.
Pro. That they are out by lease.
Jul. Here comes the duke.

Enter Duke.
Duke. How now, fir Protheus? how now, Thurio ?
Which of

you saw fir Eglamour of late?
Thu. Not I.
Pro. Nor I.
Duke. Saw you my daughter?
Pro. Neither.

Duke. Why then
She’s Aed unto the peasant Valentine;
And Eglamour is in her company.
'Tis true; for friar Laurence met them both,
As he in penance wander'd through the forest:
Him he knew well, and guess’d that it was the ;


But, being mask'd, he was not sure of it.
Besides, she did intend confession
At Patrick's cell this ev’n, and there she was not :
These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence.
Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse,
But mount you presently, and meet with me
Upon the rising of the mountain-foot
That leads tow'rds Mantua, whither they are Aed.
Difpatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me.

[Exit Duke.
Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,
That Aies her fortune where it follows her:
I'll after, more to be reveng’d of Eglamour,
Than for the love of recklefs Silvia.

Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love,
Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her.

Jul. And I will follow, more to crofs that love, Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love.


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i Out.


Enter Silvia, and Out-laws.
TOME, come, be patient; we muft bring you to

our captain.
Sil. A thousand more mischances than this one
Have learn’d me how to brook this patiently.

2 Out. Come, bring her away.
i Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her ?

3 Orit. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-run us;
But Moyses and Valerius follow him.
Go thou with her to th' west end of the wood,
There is our captain : follow him that's fled.
The thicket is beset, he cannot ’scape.
1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's cave.


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Fear not; he bears an honourable mind,
And will not use a woman lawlesly.

Sil. O Valentine! this I endure for thee.




Enter Valentine.

Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man!
This shadowy defert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns.
Here I can sit alone, unseen of any,
And to the nightingale’s complaining notes
Tune my distresses, and record my woes.
O thou that doft inhabit in my breast,
Leave not the mansion so long tenantless,
Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall,
And leave no memory of what it was.
Repair me with thy presence, Silvia;
Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain.
What hollo'ing, and what stir is this to-day?
These are my mates, that make their wills their law,
Have some unhappy passenger in chase.
They love me well, yet I have much to do
To keep them from uncivil outrages.
Withdraw thee, Valentine : who's this comes here?

Enter Protheus, Silvia, and Julia.
Pro. Madam, this service have I done for you,
(Though you respect not ought your servant doth)
To hazard life, and rescue you from him
That wou'd have forc'd your honour, and your love.
Vouchsafe me for my meed but one fair look:
A smaller boon than this I cannot beg,
And less than this, I'm sure, you cannot give.

Val. How like a dream is this I see, and hear !
Love, lend me patience to forbear a while.

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