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Enter, Protheus.

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?
Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for you know that Love
Will creep in Service where it cannot go.

Thu. Ay, but I hope, Sir, that you love not here.
Pro. Sir, but I do; or elfe I would be hence.
Thu. Whom, Silvia?

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?
Hoft. Ay, that you fhall.
Jul. That will be Mufick.
Hoft. Hark, hark.


Jul. Is he among these?
Hoft. Ay; but Peace, let's here 'em.


Who is Silvia? what is she?
That all our Swain's commend her?
Holy, fair and wife is she,
The Heav'n fuch Grace did lend her,
That he might admired be.
Is the kind as he is fair?
For Beauty lives with Kindness.
Love doth to her Eyes repair,
To help him of his Blindness:
And being help'd inhabits there.
Then to Silvia let us fing,
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull Earth dwelling:
To her let us Garlands bring.

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?
Jul. He plays falfe, Father.

Hoft. How, out of tune on the Strings?
Jul. Not fo; but yet

So falfe, that he grieves my very Heart-ftrings.
Hoft. You have a quick Ear.


Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a flow
Hoft. I perceive you delight not in Mufick.
Jul. Not a whit, when it jars fo.

Hoft. Hark what fine Change is in the Mufick.
Jul. Ay; that Change is the Spight.

Hoft. You would have them play always but one thing.
Jul. I would always have one play but one thing.
But, Hoft, doth this Sir Protheus, that we talk on,
Often refort unto this Gentlewoman?

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.
Thu. Farewel.

[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.
Sil. What's your Will?

Pro. That I may compafs yours.

Sil. You have your With; my Will is ever this,
That prefently you hie you home to Bed.
Thou fubtle, perjur'd, falfe, difloyal Man,
Think'ft thou I am fo fhallow, fo conceitlefs,
To be feduced by thy Flattery,
That haft deceiv'd fo many by thy Vows?
Return, return, and make thy Love amends.
For me, by this pale Queen of Night I swear,
I am fo far from granting thy Requeft,
That I despise thee for thy wrongful Suit;
And, by and by, intend to chide my self,
Even for this time I spend in talking to thee.

Pro. I grant, fweet Love, that I did love a Lady,
But he is dead.

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,
Survives; to whom, the felf art Witnefs,
I am betroth'd: And art thou not afham'd
To wrong him with thy Importunacy?

Pro. I likewife hear that Valentine is dead.
Sil. And fo fuppofe am I; for in his Grave,
Affure thy felf, my Love is buried.


Pro. Sweet Lady, let me rake it from the Earth.
Sil. Go to thy Lady's Grave, and call her thence,
Or, at the leaft, in hers fepulchre thine.
Jul. He heard not that.

Pro. Madam, if your Heart be fo obdurate,
Vouchfafe me yet your Picture for my Love,
The Picture that is hanging in your Chamber:
To that I'll speak, to that I'll figh and weep:
For fince the Subftance of your perfect self
Is elfe devoted, I am but a Shadow;

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;
But fince your Falfhood fhall become you well,
To worship Shadows, and adore falfe Shapes,
Send to me in the Morning, and I'll fend it:
And fo good Reft.

Pro. As Wretches have o'er Night,


That wait for Execution in the Morn. ' [Exeunt Pro. and Sil.
Jul. Hoft, will you go?

Heft. By my Hallidom, I was faft afleep.
Jul. Pray you where lies Sir Protheus?
Hoft. Marry, at my House:

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.


Enter Eglamour.

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;
One that attends your Ladyfhip's Command,


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
It is your Pleafure to command me in.

Sil. Oh Eglamour, thou art a Gentleman;
Think not I flatter, for I fwear I do not;
Valiant, wife, remorfeful, well accomplish'd;
Thou art not ignorant what dear good Will
I bear unto the banish'd Valentine;

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Nor how my Father would enforce me' marry'
Vain Thurio, whom my very Soul abhor'd.
Thy felf haft lov'd, and I have heard thee fay,
No Grief did come fo near thy Heart,
As when thy Lady, and thy true Love dy'd;
Upon whofe Grave thou vow'dft pure Chastity.
Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine
To Mantua, where I hear he makes Abode:
And, for the Ways are dangerous to pafs,
I do defire thy worthy Company;
Upon whose Faith and Honour I repose.
Urge not my Father's Anger, Eglamour;
But think upon my Grief, a Lady's Grief,
And on the Juftice of my flying hence,
To keep me from a moft unholy Match,
Which Heav'n and Fortune ftill rewards with Plagues.

I do defire thee, even from a Heart
As full of Sorrows as the Sea of Sands,
To bear me Company, and go with me:
If not, to hide what I have faid to thee,
That I may venture to depart alone.

Egl. Madam, I pity much your Grievances;
Which, fince I know they virtuously are plac'd,
I give Confent to go along with you,
Wreaking as little what betideth me,
As much I with all Good befortune you
When will you go?

Sil. This Evening coming.
Egl. Where fhall I meet you?
Sil. At Friar Patrick's Cell;
Where I intend holy Confeffion.
Egl. I will not fail your Ladyship:
Good Morrow, Gentle Lady.

Sil, Good-morrow, kind Sir Eglamour.

[Exeunt. SCENE

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