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Changes to an Apartment in the Duke's Palace. Enter Thurio, Protheus, and Julia.

Thu.

IR Protheus, what fays Silvia to my fuit?.
Pro. Oh, Sir, I find her milder than fhe was,

And yet she 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 somewhat rounder.
Pro. But love will not be fpurr'd to what it loaths.
Thu. What fays fhe 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 I had rather wink, than look on them. [Afides Thu. How likes fhe my difcourfe? Pro. Ill, when you talk of war.

Thu. But well, when I difcourfe of love and peace?! ful. But better, indeed, when you hold your peace. Thu. What fays fhe to my valour?!

Pro. Oh, Sir, fhe makes no doubt of that. ful. She needs not, when fhe knows it cowardice. 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?

ful. That fuch an ass should own them.

Pro. That they are out by leafe.

Jul. Here comes the Duke.

Enter

Enter Duke.

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

Thu. Not I.

Pro. Nor I.

Duke. Saw you my daughter?

Pro. Neither.

Duke. Why then

She's fled unto that peasant 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 guefs'd that it was the;
But, being mask'd, he was not fure of it.
Befides, fhe did intend confeffion

At Patrick's cell this Ev'n, and there she was not
These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence.
Therefore, I pray you, ftand not to discourse,
But mount you prefently, and meet with me
Upon the rifing of the mountain-foot

That leads tow❜rds Mantua, whither they are fled.
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 :
I'll after, more to be reveng'd of Eglamour,
Than for the love of reckless 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. [Exeunt.

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C E N E III.

Changes to the Foreft.

Enter Silvia and Out-laws.

Out. COME, come, be patient; we must bring you

VOL. I.

to our Captain.

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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? Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-run us; But Moyfes and Valerius follow him.

3

Go thou with her to th' weft end of the wood,
There is our captain: follow him, that's fled.
The thicket is befet, he cannot 'fcape.

1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's cave. Fear not; he bears an honourable mind, And will not ufe a woman lawlefsly.

Sil. O Valentine! this I endure for thee. [Exeunt,

SCENE

IV.

The Out-laws Cave in the Foreft.

"Enter Valentine.

TOW ufe doth breed a habit in a man!

Val. H

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 breast,
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 fwain.
What hallo'ing, and what ftir, 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

Enter Protheus, Silvia, and Julia.

Pro. Madam, this fervice have I done for you.
(Tho' you refpect not aught your fervant doth)
To hazard life, and rescue you from him,
That wou'd have forc'd your honour and your love..
Vouchfafe me for my meed but one fair look:
A fmaller boon than this I cannot beg,..

And lefs than this, I'm fure, you cannot give.
Val. How like a dream is this, I fee, and hear!
Love,, lend me patience to forbear a while.

[Afide.

Sil. O miferable, unhappy that I am!
Pro. Unhappy were you, Madam, ere 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 rescue me.
Oh, heav'n be judge, how I love Valentine,
Whofe life's as tender to me as my foul;
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 dang rous action, stood it next to death,
Would I not undergo for one calm look?
Oh, 'tis the curfe in love, and still approv'd,
When women cannot love, where they're belov'd.
Sil. When Protheus cannot love, where he's belov'd.
Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love,
For whofe dear fake thou then didft rend thy faith
Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths
Defcended into perjury, to love me.

Thou haft no faith left now, unless thou'dft two,
And that's far worfe than none: better have none
Than plural faith, which is too much by one.

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Thou

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 like a foldier, at arms end,

And love you 'gainst the nature of love; force you. 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 fafhion!

Pro. Valentine!

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Val. Thou common friend, that's without faith of love;

For fuch is a friend now: thou treach'rous 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 the right hand
Is perjur'd to the bofom? Protheus,

I'm forry, I must never trust thee more,

But count the world a stranger for thy fake.
The private wound is deepest. Oh time, moft accurft!
'Mongst all foes, that a friend fhould be the worst!
Pro. My fhame and guilt confound me :
Forgive me, Valentine; if hearty forrow
Be a fufficient ransom for offence,

I tender't here; I do as truly fuffer,
As e'er I did commit.

Val. Then I am paid:

And once again I do receive thee honeft.
Who by repentance is not fatisfy'd,

Is nor of heav'n, nor earth; for these are pleas'd;
By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.
And that my love may appear plain and free,

All,

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