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Sil. Amen, amen! go on, good Eglamour !
Egl. Fear not : the forest is not three leagues off ; If we recover that, we are sure enough. ČExeunt.
An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.
Silvia to my
Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA. Thu. Sir Proteus, what says
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. 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. [Aside. Thu. How likes she
discourse? Pro. Ill when you talk of war. Thu. But well, when I discourse of love, and
peace? Jul. But better, indeed, when you hold your peace.
[Aside. Thu. What says she to my valour ? Pro. O, sir, she makes no doubt of that. Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.
[Aside. Thu. What says she to my birth? Pro. That you are well derived. Jul. True ; from a gentleman to a fool. [Aside. Thu. Considers she my possessions ? Pro. O, ay, and pities them. Thu. Wherefore? Jul. That such an ass should owe? them. [ Aside. Pro. That they are out by lease. Jul. Here comes the duke.
Thu. Not I.
Saw you my daughter?
Neither. Duke. Why then she's fled unto that peasant
'Tis true; for friar Laurence met them both,
Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,
Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love, Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her. [Exit.
Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love, Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. [Exit.
Frontiers of Mantua. The Forest.
Enter Silvia and Out-laws.
Sil. A thousand more mischances than this one Have learn'd me how to brook this patiently.
2 Out. Come, bring her away.
3 Out. Being nimble footed, he hath out-run us,
1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's
cave; Fear not; he bears an honourable mind, And will not use a woman lawlessly.
Sil. O Valentine, this I endure for thee! [Exeunt.
Another part of the Forest.
Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man! *This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better bruok than flourishing peopled towns : Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, Tune my distresses, and record 4 my woes. O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, Leave not the mansion so long tenantless ; Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall, And leave no memory of what it was ! Repair me with thy presence, Silvia ; Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain !-What halloing, and what stir is this to-day? These are my mates, that make their wills their law, Have some unhappy passenger in chace: They love me well; yet I have much to do, To keep them from uncivil outrages. Withdraw thee, Valentine : who is this comes here?
[Steps aside. Enter Proteus, Silvia, and JULIA. Pro. Madam, this service I have done for you, (Though you respect not aught your servant doth,) To hazard life, and rescue you from him That would have forc'd your honour and your love. Vouchsafe me,
for my meed, but one fair look ;
A smaller boon than this I cannot beg,
Val. How like a dream is this I see and hear ! Love, lend me patience to forbear awhile. [ Aside.
Sil. O miserable, 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'st me most un
happy. Jul. And me, when he approacheth to your pre
[Aside. Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion, I would have been a breakfast to the beast, Rather than have false Proteus rescue me. O, heaven be judge how I love Valentine, Whose life's as tender to me as my soul; And full as much, (for more there cannot be,) I do detest false perjur'd Proteus : Therefore be gone, solicit me no more. Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to
death, Would I not undergo for one calm look? 0, 'tis the curse in love, and still approv’d,5 When wonen cannot love where they're belov’d.
Sil. When Proteus cannot love where he's belov'd.
All men but Proteus. Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words Can no way change you to a milder form,
· Felt, experienced.