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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. 'T is true, such pearls as put out ladies' eyes ; For I had rather wink than look on them. [Aside.

Thu. How likes she my 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 deriv'd. Jul. True ; from a gentleman to a fool. [Aside. Thu. Considers she my large 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.

Enter DUKE, angrily.'
Duke. How now, sir Proteus ! how now, Thurio!
Which of you saw sira Eglamour of late ?

Thu. Not I.
Pro. Nor I.
Duke. Saw you my daughter ?
Pro. Neither.

Duke. Why, then
She's filed unto that peasant Valentine,
And Eglamour is in her company.
'T is true ; for friar Lawrence met them both,
As he in penance wander'd through the forest:
Him he knew well, and guess'd that it was she,
But, being mask'd, he was not sure of her:
Besides, she did intend confession
At Patrick's cell this even, and there she was not.
These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence:

1 2 Not in f. e.

Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse,
But mount you presently; and meet with me
Upon the rising of the mountain-foot,
That leads towards Mantua, whither they are fled.
Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me.

(Exit in haste.!
Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,
That flies her fortune when it follows her.
I'll after, more to be reveng'd on Eglamour,
Than for the love of reckless Silvia.

[Exit. 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.

SCENE III.—The Forest.

Enter Silvia, and Outlaws. 1 Out. Come, come; be patient, we must bring you to our captain.

[Drawing her in. Sil. A thousand more mischances 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 ?

3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath outrun us; But Moyses, and Valerius, follow him. Go thou with her to the west end of the wood; There is our captain. We'll follow him that's filed : The thicket is beset; he cannot 'scape.

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.
SCENE IV.-Another Part of the Forest.

Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man !
These shadowy, desert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns.
Here can I sit alone, unseen of any,
And to the nightingale's complaining notes
Tune my distresses, and record my woes.
0! thou that dost inhabit in my breast,
Leave not the mansion too long tenantless,

1 in haste : not in f. e. This shadowy desert : in f. e. 3 sing.

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 ? [Shouts.
These my rude mates, that make their wills their law,
Have some unhappy passenger 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?

Pro. Madam, this service having* 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,
And less than this, I am sure, you cannot give.

Val. How like a dream is this, I see and hear ! Love, lend me patience to forbear a while. 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 unhappy. Jul. And me, when he approacheth to your presence.

[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. O! 't is the curse in love, and still approv'd," When women cannot love where they 're belov'd.

Sil. When Proteus cannot love where he's belov'd. Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love,

1 Not in f.e. ? are my mates : in f. e. 3 Steps aside : in f. e. I have : in f. e. f. e. have a period. 6 f. e. have a semi-colon. 7 proved.

For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith
Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths
Descended into perjury to love me.
Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou’dst 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 !

In love
Who respects friend ?

All men but Proteus.
Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words
Can no way change you to a milder form,
I'll woo you like a soldier, at arm's end,
And love you 'gainst the nature of love : force you.

Sil. O heaven!

I'll force thee yield to my desire. Val. [Coming forward.] Ruffian, let go that rude

uncivil touch; Thou friend of an ill fashion ! Pro. Valentine !

[love; Val. Thou common friend, that's without faith or (For such is a friend now) treacherous man ! Thou hast beguild my hopes : nought but mine eye Could have persuaded me.

Now dared I to say,
I have one friend alive, thou would'st disprove me.
Who should be trusted now, when one's right hand
Is perjur'd to the bosom? Proteus,
I am sorry I must never trust thee more,
But count the world a stranger for thy sake.
The private wound is deep'st. O time accurst !
'Mongst all my' foeso a friend should be the worst!
Pro. My shame and desperate guilt at onces con-

found me.-
Forgive me, Valentine. If hearty sorrow
Be a sufficient ransom for offence,
I tender 't here: I do as truly suffer,
As e'er I did commit.

Then, I am paid;
And once again I do receive thee honest.
Who by repentance is not satisfied,
Is nor of heaven, nor earth; for these are pleas'd :
By penitence th’ Eternal's wrath 's appeas'd.

1 Not in f. e. 2 that: in f. e. 3 My shame and guilt confound : in f. e.

And, that my love may appear plain and free,
All that was mine in Silvia I give thee.

Jul. O me unhappy!
Pro. Look to the boy.

Val. Why, boy! why, wag! how now! what's the matter! look up; speak.

Jul. O good sir! my master charg'd me to deliver a ring to madam Silvia, which, out of my neglect, was never done.

Pro. Where is that ring, boy ?

Here 't is: this is it. [Gives a ring.
Pro. How ! let me see.
This is the ring I gave to Julia.

Jul. 0! cry you mercy, sir; I have mistook : This is the ring you sent to Silvia. [Shows another ring.

Pro. But, how cam'st thou by this ring? At my depart I gave this unto Julia.

Jul. And Julia herself did give it me; And Julia herself hath brought it hither. Pro. How? Julia !

[Discovering herself. Jul. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths, And entertain'd them deeply in her heart: How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root ! O Proteus ! let this habit make thee blush: Be thou asham'd, that I have took upon me Such an immodest raiment; if shame live In a disguise of love. It is the lesser blot, modesty finds, Women to change their shapes, than men their minds. Pro. Than men their minds: 't is true. O heaven!

were man But constant, he were perfect : that one error Fills him with faults; makes him run through all the


Inconstancy falls off, ere it begins.
What is in Silvia's face, but I may spy
More fresh in Julia's, with a constant eye ?

Val. Come, come, a hand from either. Let me be blest to make this happy close : 'T were pity two such friends should be long foes. · Pro. Bear witness, heaven, I have my wish for ever. Jul. And I mine.

Enter Outlaws, with DUKE and THURIO. Out. A prize! a prize! a prize!

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