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I'll use thee kindly for thy Mistress fake,
That us'd me fo; or elfes by Jove I vow,
I should have scratch'd out your unfeeing Eyes,
To make my Mafter out of Love with thee.
A CT V. SCENE I.
HE Sun begins to gild the Western Sky,
And now it is about the
That Silvia, at Friar Patrick's Cell, fhould meet me.
She will not fail; for Lovers break not Hours,
Unless it be to come before their time:
So much they fpur their Expedition.
See where the comes. Lady, a happy Evening.
Sil. Amen, Amen: Go on, good Eglamour, Out at the Postern by the Abby-wall;
I fear I am attended by fome Spies.
Egl. Fear not; the Foreft is not three Leagues off; If we recover that, we are fure enough
Enter Thurio, Protheus and Julia.
Thu. Sir Protheus, what fays Silvia to my Suit?
Pro. Oh, Sir, I find her milder than fhe was,
And yet he takes Exceptions at your Perfon.
Thu. What, that my Leg is too long?
Pro. No; that it is too little.
Thu. I'll wear a Boot to make it fomewhat rounder.
Pro. But Love will not be fpurr'd to what it loaths.
Thu. What fays the to my Face?
Pro. She fays it is a fair one.
Thu. Nay, then the Wanton lies; my Face is black.
Pro. But Pearls are fai; and the old Saying is,
Black Men are Pearls in beauteous Ladies Eyes.
Jul. 'Tis true, fuch Pearls as put out Ladies Eyes;
For I had rather wink than look on them.
Thu. How likes fhe my Difcourfe?
Pro. Ill, when they talk of War,
But well when I difcourfe of Love and Peace.
Jul. But better indeed when you hold
Thu. What fays the to my Valour?
Pro. Oh, Sir, fhe makes no doubt of that.
Jul. She needs not, when fhe knows it Cowardife.
Thu. What fays fhe to my Birth?
Pro. That you are well deriv'd.
Jul. True; from a Gentleman to a Fool.
Thu. Confiders fhe my Poffeffions?
Pro. Oh, ay, and pities them.
Jul That fuch an Afs fhould owe them.
Pro. That they are out by Leafe.
Jul. Here comes the Duke.
Pro. Not I.
Duke. Saw you my Daughter?
Duke. How now, Sir Protheus? how now, Thurio? Which of you faw Sir Eglamour of late?
Thu. Not I.
Duke. Why then
She's fled unto the Pefant Valentine;
And Eglamour is in her Company:
'Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both,
As he, in Penance, wander'd through the Foreft;
Him he knew well, and gueft that it was (he;
But being mask'd, he was not fure of it.
Befides, he did intend Confeffion
At Patrick's Cell this Even, and there fhe was not:
Thefe likelihoods confirm her Flight from hence.
Therefore I pray you ftand not to difcourfe,
But mount you prefently, and meet with me
Upon the Rifing of the Mountain Foot
That leads toward Mantua, whither they are fled.
Difpatch, fweet Gentlemen, and follow me. [Exit Duke,
Thu. Why this it is to be a peevish Girl.
That flies her Fortune where it follows her:
I'll after, more to be reveng'd of Eglamour,
Than for the Love of wrecklefs 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 cross that Love, Than Hate for Silvia, that is gone for Love.
Enter Silvia and Out-laws.
1 Out. Come, come, be patient; We must bring you to our Captain.
Sil. A thousand more Mifchances than this one Have learn'd me how to brook this patiently.
2 Out. Come, bring her away.
1 Out. Where is the Gentleman that was with her? 3 Out. Being nimble footed, he hath out-run us; But Moyfes and Valerius follow him.
Go thou with her to the Weft end of the Wood,
There is our Captain: We'll follow him that's fled.
The Thicket is befet, he cannot 'fcape.
1 Out. Come, I muft bring you to our Captain's Cave. Fear not; he bears an honourable Mind, And will not use a Woman lawlesly.
Sil. O Valentine! this I endure for thee.
Val. How Ufe doth breed a Habit in a Man!
This fhadowy Defart, unfrequented Woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled Towns.
Here can I fit alone, unfeen of any,
And to the Nightingale's complaining Notes
Tune my Diftreffes, and record my Woes.
O thou that doft inhabit in my Breaft,
Leave not the Manfion fo long Tenantlefs,
Left, growing ruinous, the Building fall,
And leave no Memory of what it was.
Repair me with thy Prefence, Silvia;
Thou gentle Nymph, cherish thy forlorn Swain.
What Hollowing, and what Stir is this to Day?
These are my Mates, that make their Wills their Law,
Have fome unhappy Paffenger 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,
Tho' you refpe&t 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 fmaller Boon than this I cannot beg,
And lefs than this I am fure you cannot give.
Val. How like a Dream is this? I fee and hear:
Love, lend me Patience to forbear a while..
Sil. O miferable unhappy that I am!
Pro. Unhappy were you, Madam, e'er I came;
But by my coming I have made you happy.
Sil. By thy Approach thou mak'ft me most unhappy.
Jul. And me,when he approacheth to your Prefence.[Afide.
Sil. Had I been feized by a hungry Lion,
I would have been a Breakfast to the Beaft,
Rather than have falfe Protheus refcue me.
Oh Heav'n be judge how I love Valentine,
Whofe Life's as tender to me as my Soul;
And full as much, for more there cannot be,
I do deteft falfe perjur'd Protheus;
Therefore be gone, follicit me no more.
Pro. What dangerous A&tion, ftood it next to Death,
Would Inot undergo for one calm Look?
Oh, 'tis the Curfe in Love, and still approv'd,
When Woman cannot love where they're belov❜d.
Sil. When Protheus cannot love where he's belov'd.
Read over Julia's Heart, thy firft best Love,
For whofe dear Sake thou didst then rend thy Faith
Into a thoufand Oaths; and all thofe Oaths
Defcended into Perjury to deceive me.
Thou haft no Faith left now, unless thou'dft two,
And that's far worse than none: Better have none
Than plural Faith, which is too much by one;
Thou Counterfeit to thy true Friend.
Pro. In Love,
Who refpects Friend?
Sil. All Men but Protheus.
Pro. Nay, if the gentle Spirit of moving Words
Can no way change you to a milder Form;
I'll move you I ke a Soldier, at Arms end,
And love you 'gainst the Nature of Love; force ye.
Sil. Oh Heav'n!
Pro. I'll force thee yield to my Defire.
Val. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil Touch, Thou friend of an ill Fashion.
Pro. Valentine !
Val. Thou common Friend, that's without Faith or Love;
For fuch is a Friend now: Tho', treacherous Man,
Thou haft beguil'd my Hopes; nought but mine Eye
Could have perfuaded me. Now I dare not fay
I have one Friend alive; thou wouldst difprove me:
Who should be trufted now, when ones right Hand
Is perjur'd to the Bofom? Protheus,
I am forry I muft never truft thee more,
But count the World a Stranger for thy fake.
The private Wound is deepeft. Oh time, moft accurft;
'Mongft all Foes, that a Friend fhould be the worft!
Pro. My Shame and Guilt confound me:
Forgive me, Valentine; if hearty Sorrow
Be a fufficient Ranfom for Offence,
I tender there; I do as truly fuffer
As e'er I did commit.
Val. Then am I paid:
And once again I do receive thee honeft.
Who by Repentance is not fatisfy'd,
Is nor of Heav'n nor Earth, for thefe are pleas'd;
By Penitence th' Eternal's Wrath's appeas'd.
And that my Love may appear plain and free,
All that was mine in Silvia, I give thee.
ful. Oh me unhappy!
Pro. Look to the Boy.
Val. Why, Boy?
Why Wag, how now? what's the Matter? look up; fpeak
Jul. O good Sr, my Mafter charg'd me to deliver a Ring
to Madam Silvia, which, out of my neglect, was never done.
Pro. Where is that Ring, Boy?
Jul. Here 'tis: This is it,
Pro. How? Let me fee: