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HEN a Man's Servant fhall 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 Sifters, went to it! I have taught him, even as one would fay precifely, thus I would teach a Dog. I was fent to deliver him as a Prefent to Miftrefs Silvia, from my Mafter; and I came no fooner into the Dining-Chamber, but he fteps me to her Trencher, and fteals her Capon's-Leg. O, 'tis a foul thing, when a Cur cannot keep himself in all Companies. I would have, as one should fay, one that takes upon him to be a Dòg 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, blefs the Mark, a piffing while, but all the Chamber fmelt him: Out with the Dog, fays one; what Cur is that? fays another; whip him out, fays the third; hang him up, fays the Duke: Ï having been acquainted with the Smell before, knew it was Crab, and goes me to the Fellow that whips the Dogs; Friend, quoth I, you mean to whip the Dog? Aymarry 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 Máfters would do this for his Servant? Nay, I'll be worn I have fat in the Stocks for Puddings he has ftoll'n, otherwife he had been executed; I have ftood on the Pillory for Geefe he has kill'd, otherwife he had fuffer'd for't: Thou think'ft not of this now. Nay, I remember the Trick you ferv'd 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 fee me heave up my Leg, and make Water against a Gentlewoman's Farthingale? Didst thou ever fee me do fuch a Trick?

Enter Protheus and Julia."

Pro, Sebaftian is thy Name? I like thee well,

And

And will imploy thee in fome Service presently.
Jul. In what you please: I'll do, Sir, what I can.
Pro. I hope thou wilt.

How now, you Whore-Son Pefant,

Where have you been these two Days loitering?

Laun. Marry, Sir, I carry'd Mistress Silvia the Dog you bad me.

Pro. And what fays fhe to my little Jewel?

Laun. Marry, fhe fays, your Dog was a Cur, and tells you, currish Thanks is good enough for such a Present. Pro. But the receiv'd my Dog?

Laun. No indeed fhe did not:
Here have I brought him back again.

Pro. What, did't thou offer her this from me?
Laun. Ay Sir; the other Squirrel was ftoll'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 Sight:

Away, I fay; ftay't thou to vex me here?

A Slave, that ftill an end turns me to Shame. [Exit Laun, Sebaftian, I have entertained thee,

Partly that I have need of fuch a Youth,

That can with fome Difcretion do my Bufinefs;
For 'tis no trufting to yon foolish Lowt:
But chiefly for thy Face and thy Behaviour,
Which, if my Augury deceive me not,
Witnefs good bringing up, Fortune and Truth:
Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thee.
Go prefently, and take this Ring with thee;
Deliver it to Madam Silvia.

She lov'd me well, deliver'd it to me.

Jul. It feems you lov'd not her, to leave her Token;

She is dead belike.

Pro. Not fo: I think fhe lives.

Ful. Alas!

Pro. Why do'st thou cry alas?

Jul. I cannot chufe but picy her.

Pro. Wherefore fhouldft thou pity her.

Jl. Becauf, methinks, that the lov'd you as well

As

As you do love your Lady Silvia:

She dreams on him that has forgot her Love;
'You doat 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 therewithal
This Letter; that's her Chamber: Tell my Lady,
I claim the Promise for her heav'nly Picture.
Your Meffage done, hye home unto my Chamber,
Where thou shalt find me fad and folitary.

[Exit Pro
Jul. How many Women would do fuch a Message?
Alas, poor Protheus, thou haft entertain'd
A Fox to be the Shepherd of thy Lambs:
Alas, poor Fool, why do I pity him
That with his very Heart defpifeth me;
Because I love him, I muft pity him."
This Ring I gave him when he parted from me,
To bind him to remember my good Will;
And now I am, unhappy Messenger,

To plead for that which I would not obtain ;
To carry that which I would have refus'd;
To praife his Faith, which I would have difprais'd.
I am my Mafter's true confirmed Love,
But cannot be true Servant to my Master,
Unless I prove falfe Traitor to my felf:
Yet will I woo for him, but yet fo coldly,
As, Heav'n it knows, I would not have him speed.
Enter Silvia

Gentlewoman, good Day; I pray you be my mean
To bring me where to fpeak with Madam Silvia.
Sil. What would you with her, if that I be she?
Jul. If you be the, I do entreat your Patience
To hear me fpeak the Meffage I am sent on.
Sil. From whom?

Jul. From my Master, Sir Protheus, Madam.
Sil. Oh! he fends you for a Picture?

Jul. Ay, Madam.

Sil. Urfula, bring my Picture there.

Go, give your Mafter this; tell him from me;
One Julia, that his changing Thoughts forgot,
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Would

Would better fit his Chamber than this Shadow.
Jul. Madam, please you peruse this Letter.
Pardon me, Madam, I have unadvis'd
Deliver'd you a Paper that I fhould not;
This is the Letter to your Ladyfhip.

Sil. I pray thee let me look on that again.
Jul. It may not be; good Madam, pardon me.
Sil. There, hold;

I will not look upon your Master's Lines,
I know they are ftuft with Proteftations,

And full of new-found Oaths, which he will break
As eafie as I do tear his Paper.

Jul. Madam, he fends your Ladyfhip this Ring.
Sil. The more Shame for him that he fends it me;
For I have heard him fay a thousand times,

His Julia gave it him at his Departure:

Tho' his falfe Finger has prophan'd the Ring,
Mine fhall not do his Julia fo much Wrong.

Jul. She thanks you.

Sil. What fay'ft thou?

Jul. 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 my self. To think upon her Woes, I'do proteft,

That I have wept an hundred feveral times.

Sil. Belike fhe thinks that Protheus hath forfook her.
Jul. I think the doth; and that's her caufe of Sorrow.
Sil. Is the not paffing fair?

Jul. She hath been fairer, Madam, than she is;
When fhe did think my Mafter loy'd her well,
She, in my Judgment, was as fair as you.
But fince the did neglect her Looking-Glafs,
And threw her Sun-expelling Mask away,
The Air hath ftarv'd the Rofes in her Cheeks,
And pinch'd the Lilly-Tincture of her Face,
That now the is become as black as I.

Sil. How tall was she?

Jul. About my Stature: For at Penticoft, When all our Pageants of Delight were plaid, Our Youth got me to play the Woman's Part,

And

And I was trim'd in Madam Julia's Gown,
Which ferved me as fit, by all Mens Judgments,
As if the Garment had been made for me;
Therefore I know fhe is about my height..
And at that time I made her weep agood,
For I did play a lamentable Part.
Madam, 'twas Ariande paffioning
For Thefeus Perjury, and unjuft Flight;
Which I fo lively acted with my Tears,
That my poor Miftrefs, moved therewithal,
Wept bitterly; and would I might be dead,
If I in Thought felt not her very Sorrow.
Sil. She is beholding to thee, gentle Youth.
Alas, poor Lady! defolate and left;

I weep my felf to think upon thy Words.
Here Youth, there is a Purfe; I give thee this
For thy fweet Mistress fake, because thou lov❜ft her:

Farewel.

[Exit Silvia. Jul. And fhe fhall thank you for't, if e'er you know her. A virtuous Gentlewoman, mild and beautiful. I hope my Mafter's Suit will be but cold, Since the refpects my Mifirefs Love fo much. Alas! how Love can trifle with it felf! Here is her Picture; let me fee; I think, If I had fuch 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 flatter with my felf too much.
Her Hair is Auburn, mine is perfect Yellow.
If that be all the Difference in his Love,
I'll get me fuch a colour'd Perriwig.

Her Eyes are grey as Grafs, and fo are mine;
Ay, but her Forehead's low, and mine's as high.
What should it be that he refpects in her,
But I can make refpective in my felf,

If this fond Love were not a blinded God?
Come, Shadow, come, and take this Shadow up;
For 'tis thy Rival. O thou fenfelefs Form,
Thou shalt be worship'd, kiss'd, lov'd and ador'd ;
And were there Sense in this Idolatry,

My Subftance fhould be Statue in thy ftead.

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