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Enter PROTEUS and JULIA.
she to my
As She YoTIE An
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 idle 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
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, she did 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 market-place; 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,
for this I entertain thee. Go presently, and take this ring with thee,
7 In the end.
a cur: for such a
Tom me: stolen fra
Deliver it to madam Silvia ;
I think she lives.
do love your lady Silvia :
Pro. Well, give her that ring, and therewithal
that which I would have refus'd ;
-ket-plar, is a doga
Yet I will woo for him : but yet so coldly,
Enter Silvia, attended.
Sil. What would you with her, if that I be she ?
Jul. If you be she, I do entreat your patience To hear me speak the message I am sent on.
Sil. From whom ?
Jul. Madam, please you peruse this letter.Pardon me, madam ; I have unadvis'd Deliver'd you a paper
that I should not ; This is the letter to your ladyship.
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 stuff'd with protestations, And full of new-found oaths; which he will break As easily as I do tear his paper.
Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring.
Sil. The more shame for him that he sends it me:
Jul. She thanks you.
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 myself. To think upon her woes, I do protest, That I have wept an hundred several times. Sil. Belike she thinks that Proteus hath forsook
her. 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, 8
sorrow! Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth! Alas! poor lady! desolate and left!I weep myself, to think upon thy words. Here, youth, there is my purse; I give thee this 8 Whitsuntide.
9 In good earnest.
For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lov'st
[Exit Silvia. Jul. And she shall thank you for't, if e'er you