I'll use thee kindly for thy Mistress fake,
That us'd me fo; or elfe, 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.

Enter Eglamour.

Egl.THE Sun begins to gild the Western Sky, very Hour

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 she comes. Lady, a happy Evening.
Enter Silvia.

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 The takes Exceptions at your Perfon.
Thu. What, that my Leg is too long?

Pro. No; that it is too little.

[Exit.

[Exeunt.

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 he 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 fair; and the old Saying is,
Black Men are Pearls in beauteous Ladies Eyes.
Jul. 'Tis true, fuch Pearls as put out Ladies Eyes;

For

For I had rather wink than look on them.
Thu. How likes the 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?

your Peace.

Pro. Oh, Sir, fhe makes no doubt of that.

Jul. She needs not, when he knows it Cowardife.
Thu. What fays the to my Birth?

Pro. That you are well deriv'd.

Jul. True; from a Gentleman to a Fool.

Thu. Confiders the my Poffeffions?

Pro. Oh, ay, and pities them.

Thu. Wherefore?

Jul That fuch an Afs fhould owe them.

Pro. That they are out by Leafe.

Jul. Here comes the Duke.

Enter Duke.

Duke. How now, Sir Protheus? how now, Thurio? Which of you faw Sir Eglamour of late?

Thu. Not I.

Pro. Not I.

Duke. Saw you my Daughter?

Pro. Neither.

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 she;
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 likelihood's 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.

Afide.

Dispatch, 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:

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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.
Ful. And I will follow, more to cross that Love,
Than Hate for Silvia, that is gone for Love.

SCENE III.

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.

[Exeunt

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.

I Out. Come, I must bring you to our Captain's Cave. Fear not; he bears an honourable Mind,

And will not ufe a Woman lawlefly.

Sil. O Valentine! this I endure for thee.

SCENE

Enter Valentine.

IV.

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,

[Exeunt.

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

Have fome unhappy Paffenger in chafe.
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 refpect not ought your Servant doth,
To hazard Life, and refcue you from him

That wou'd have forc'd your Honour and your Love.
Vouchfafe me for my Meed but one fair Look,
A smaller 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, flood it next to Death,
Would Inot undergo for one calm Look?

Oh, 'tis the Curfe in Love, and ftill 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 thousand 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 'gainft 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 !

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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 wouldft 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!
Pre. 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.

Jul. Oh me unhappy!

Pro. Look to the Boy.

Val. Why, Boy?

Why Wag, how now? what's the Matter? look up; speak. 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:

Why,