SCENE II. Enter, Protheus. Pro. Already have I been falfe to Valentine, But here comes Thurio: Now muft we to her Window, 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. I Enter Hoft, and Julia in Boys Cloaths. Hoft. Now my young Guest; methinks you're ally cholly: 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. Hot. Hark, hark. Ful. Verona . That all our Swains commend her? To her let us Garlands bring. Hoft. How now? are you fadder than you were before? How do you, Man? the Mufick likes you not. Jul. You mistake; the Mu like a Hoft. Why, my pretty Youth? Jul. He plays falfe, Father. likes me not. 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. (Heart. 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 Prothens, 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. Hoft. Gone to feek his Dog, which to Morrow, by his Mafter's Command, he muft carry for a Present 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, Pro. Sir Protheus, gentle Lady, and your Servant. Pro. That I may compafs yours. Sil. You have your With; my Will is ever this, That haft deceiv'd fo many by thy Vows? Pro. I grant, fweet Love, that I did love a Lady, Jul. 'Twere falfe, if I fhould fpeak it; For I am fure fhe is not bury'd. Sil. Say that the be; yet Valentine, thy Friend, I am betroth'd: And art thou not afham'd Pro. I likewife hear that Valentine is dead. Pro. 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, And to your Shadow will I make true Love. Sil. I am very loath to be your Idol, Sir; But fince your Falfhood fhall become you well, 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 almost Day. Jul. Not fo; but it hath been the longest Night That e'er I watch'd, and the moft heaviest, SCENE III. Enter Eglamour. Egl. This is the Hour that Madam Silvia Entreated me to call, and know her Mind: There's fome great Matter fhe'd employ me in, Madam, Madam. Sil. Who calls? Enter Silvia above. Egl. Your Servant and your Friend; [Exeunt One that attends your Ladyfhip's Command, I am thus early come, to know what Service Sil. Oh Eglamour, thou art a Gentleman; Nor how my Father would enforce me marry' To Mantua, where I hear he makes Abode: Egl. Madam, I pity much your Grievances; As much I wish all Good befortune you Sil. This Evening coming. Egl. Where fhall I meet you? Good Morrow, Gentle Lady. Sil, Good-morrow, kind Sir Eglamour. [Exeunt. SCENE |