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Pro. Already have I been falfe to Valentine, And now I must be as unjuft 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 worthlefs Gifts. When I proteft true Loyalty to her, She twits me with my Falfhood to my Friend: When to her Beauty I commend my Vows, She bids me think how I have been forfworn In breaking Faith with Julia, whom I lov'd. And notwithstanding all her fudden Quips, The leaft whereof would quell a Lover's Hope, Yet, Spaniel-like, the more fhe fpurns my Love, The more it grows, and fawneth on her ftill. But here comes Thurio: Now muft we to her Window, And give fome Evening Mufick to her Ear.
Enter Thurio and Muficians.
Thu. How now, Sir Protheus, are you crept before us?
Thu. Ay, but I hope, Sir, that you love not here.
Pro. Ay, Silvia, for your fake.
Thu. I thank you for your own: Now Gentlemen Let's turn, and to it luftily a while.
Enter Hoft, and Julia in Boys Cloaths.
Hoft. Now my young Gueft; methinks you're ally cholly: I pray what is it?
Jul. Marry, mine Hoft, because I cannot be merry. Hoft. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you where, you fhall hear Mufick, and fee the Gentleman that you ask'd for.
Jul. But fhall I hear, him fpeak?
Jul. Is he among these?
Who is Silvia? what is she?
Hoft. How now? are you fadder than How do you, Man? the Mufick likes
you were before? you not. me not.
Jul. You mistake; the Muficies you not.
Hoft. Why, my pretty Youth?
Hoft. How, out of tune on the Strings?
So falfe, that he grieves my very Heart-ftrings.
Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a flow
Hoft. Hark what fine Change is in the Mufick.
Hoft. You would have them play always but one thing.
Hoft. I tell you what Launce, his Man, told me, He lov'd her out of all Nick.
Jul. Where is Launce ?
Hoft. Gone to feek his Dog, which to Morrow, by his Mafter's Command, he muft carry for a Prefent to his Lady. Jul. Peace, ftand afide, the Company parts. Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not; I will fo plead, That you fhall fay, my cunning Drift excels. Thu. Where meet we?
Pro. At Saint Gregory's Well.
[Exit Thu. and Mufic. Enter Silvia above.
Pro. Madam, good Even to your Ladyship. Sil. I thank you for your Mufick, Gentlemen: Who is that that speak?
Pro. One, Lady, if you knew his pure Heart's Truth, You would quickly learn to know him by his Voice. Sil. Sir Protheus?
Pro. Sir Protheus, gentle Lady, and your Servant.
Pro. That I may compafs yours.
Sil. You have your With; my Will is ever this,
Pro. I grant, fweet Love, that I did love a Lady,
Jul. 'Twere falfe, if I should speak it; For I am fure she is not bury'd.
Sil. Say that the be; yet Valentine, thy Friend,
Pro. I likewife hear that Valentine is dead.
Pro. Sweet Lady, let me rake it from the Earth.
Pro. Madam, if your Heart be fo obdurate,
And to your Shadow will I make true Love.
Jul. If 'twere a Subftance you would fure deceive it, And make it but a Shadow, as I am.
Sil. Iam very loath to be your Idol, Sir;
Pro. As Wretches have o'er Night,
That wait for Execution in the Morn. ' [Exeunt Pro. and Sil.
Heft. By my Hallidom, I was faft afleep.
Truft me, I think 'tis almoft Day.
Jul. Not fo; but it hath been the longest Night That e'er I watch'd, and the moft heavieft.
Egl. This is the Hour that Madam Silvia Entreated me to call, and know her Mind: There's fome great Matter she'd employ me in. Madam, Madam.
Enter Silvia above.
Sil. Who calls?
Egl. Your Servant and your Friend;
Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times Good-morrow. Egl. As many, worthy Lady, to your felf: According to your Lady thip's Impofe,
I am thus early come, to know what Service
Sil. Oh Eglamour, thou art a Gentleman;
Nor how my Father would enforce me' marry'
I do defire thee, even from a Heart
Egl. Madam, I pity much your Grievances;
Sil. This Evening coming.
Sil, Good-morrow, kind Sir Eglamour.