Enter PROTEUS and JULIA. Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well, And will employ thee in some service presently. Jul. In what you please;-I will do what I can. Pro. I hope, thou wilt.-How now, you whoreson peasant! [TO LAUNCE. Where have you been these two days loitering? Laun. Marry, sir, I carried mistress Silvia the dog you bade me. Pro. And what says she to my little jewel? Laun. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur; and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for such a present. Pro. But she received my dog? Laun. No, indeed, did she not here have I brought him back again. Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me? Laun. Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman's boys in the marketplace: and then I offered 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 say: Stay'st thou to vex me here? Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth: She loved me well deliver'd it to me. Jul. It seems you loved her not, to leave her She's dead, belike. Pro. Not so; I think, she lives. Jul. Alas! Pro. Why dost thou cry, alas? Jul. I cannot choose but pity her. [token: Pro. Wherefore should'st thou pity her? Jul. Because, methinks, that she lov'd you as As you do love your lady Silvia: [well She dreams on him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity, love should be so contrary: And thinking on it makes me cry, alas! Pro. Well, give her that ring, and therewithal Alas, poor Proteus, thou hast entertained To plead for that, which I would not obtain ; Enter SILVIA, attended. Jul. From my master, Sir Proteus, madam. Sil. O!-he sends you for a picture? Jul. Ay, madam. Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there. [Picture brought. Go, give your master this: tell him from me, One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget, Sil. I pray thee let me look on that again. I will not look upon your master's lines: Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. me; For, I have heard him say a thousand times, Though his false finger hath profan'd the ring, Sil. What say'st thou ? Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her: Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. Sil. Dost thou know her? Jul. Almost as well as I do know inyself: To think upon her woes, I do protest, That I have wept a hundred several times. Sil. Belike, she thinks that Proteus hath for sook her. [sorrow. Jul. I think, she doth, and that's her cause of Sil. Is she not passing fair? Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is: When she did think, my master lov'd her well, She, in my judgment, was as fair as you; But since she did neglect her looking-glass, And threw her sun-expelling mask away, The air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks, And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face, That now she is become as black as I. Sil. How tall was she? Jul. About my stature: for, at Pentecost, When all our pageants of delight were play'd, Our youth got me to play the woman's part, And I was trimm'd in madam Julia's gown, Which served me as fit, by all men's judgment, As if the garment had been made for ine; Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth!Alas, poor lady! desolate and left! I weep myself, to think upon thy words. Farewell. [Exit SILVIA. Jul. And she shall thank you for't, if e'er you know her. A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful. Here is her picture: Let me see; I think, Her eyes are gray as glass; aud so are mine: ACT V. SCENE I. The same. An Abbey. Enter EGLAMOUR. Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky; And now it is about the very hour That Silvia, at friar Patrick's cell should meet me. She will not fail; for lovers break not hours, Enter SILVIA. See, where she comes: Lady, a happy evening! Sil. Amen, amen! go on, good Eglamour! Out at the postern by the abbey wall; I fear I am attended by some spies. Egl. Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off; If we recover that, we are sure enough. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA. Thu. Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit? Pro. O, sir, I find her milder than she was; And yet she takes exceptions at your person. 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 spurr'd to what it loaths. Thu. What says she to my face? Pro. She says 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; such pearls as put out ladies' eyes; For I had rather wink than look on them. Thu, How likes she my discourse? [Aside. |