A CT V. SCENE I. Scene continues in Milan. Enter Eglamour. Egl. TA HE fun begins to gild the western sky, And now it is about the very hour Silvia, at Friar Patrick's cell, fhould meet me. She will not fail; for lovers break not hours, Unless it be to come before their time: So much they fpur their expedition. See where the comes. Lady, a happy evening! Sil. Amen, Amen! Go on, good Eglamour, I fear I am attended by fome fpies. Egl. Fear not; the foreft is not three leagues off; J we recover that, we're fure enough. [Exeunt. And yet fhe takes exceptions at your perfon. Pro. No; that it is too little. Thu. I'll wear a boot to make it fomewhat rounder. 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 faying 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. Thu. How likes the my difcourfe? Pro. Ill, when you talk of war. i [Afide Thu. But well when I difcourfe of love and peace? Pro. Oh, Sir, fhe makes no doubt of that. Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardife. Pro. That you are well deriv'd. Ful Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool. Pro. Oh, ay, and pities them." Thu. Wherefore? Jul. That fuch an ass should own them. Jul. Here comes the Duke. Enter Duke. Duke. How now, Sir Protheus? how now, Thurie? Which of you faw Sir Eglamour of late? Thu. Not I. Pro. Nor I. Duke. Saw you my daughter?" Duke. Why then? She's fled unto the peasant Valentine; 'Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both, At Patrick's cell this even, and there fhe was not: That leads tow'rds Mantua, whither they are fled. [Exit Duke, Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love, Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her. Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love, Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The Foreft. Enter Silvia and Out-laws. 1 Out. Come, come, be patient; we must bring you to ⚫ur captain. Sil Sil. A thousand more mifchances than this one Have learn'd me how to brook this patiently. 2 Out. Come, bring her away. I Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her? 3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-run us; But Moyfes and Valerius follow him, Go thou with her to th' weft end of the wood, 1 Out. Come, I muft bring you to our captain's cave. Sil. O Valentine! this I endure for thee. SCENE IV. Enter Valentine. [Exeunt. These are my mates, that make their wills their law, 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 fervice have I done for you, Val. How like a dream is this I fee and hear! Pro. Unhappy were you, Madam, ere I came ; Sil. By thy approach thou mak'ft me most unhappy. I would have been a breakfast to the beaft, Pro. What dang'rous action, ftood it next to death, Oh, 'tis the curfe in love, for ever prov'd, Sil. When Protheus cannot love where he's belov'd, For whofe dear fake thou then didst rend thy faith Thou haft no faith left now, unless thou'dft two, Pro. In love, Who respects friend? Sil. All men but Protheus. Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words And love you 'gainst the nature of love; force ye. Pro. I'll force thee yield to my defire. Val. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch, Thou friend of an ill fashion! Pro. Valentine! Val. Thou common friend, that's without faith or love; For fuch is a friend now: thou treach'rous man! Thou haft beguil'd my hopes; nought but mine eye I have one friend alive; thou wouldst difprove me. I'm forry I muft never truft thee more, I tender't here; I do as truly fuffer, Val. Then I am paid: And once again I do receive thee honeft. Is nor of heav'n nor earth, for these are pleas'd; Pro. Look to the boy. [Swoons. Val. Why, boy? how now? what's the matter? look up; speak. Jul. O good Sir, my mafter charg'd me to deliver a ring to Madam Silvia, which, out of my neglect, was never done. Pro. Where is that ring, boy? Jul. Here 'tis: this is it. Pro. How? let me fee: This is the ring I gave to Julia. Jul. Oh, cry you mercy, Sir, I have mistook ; This is the ring you fent to Silvia. This paffage cither hath been much fophifticated, or is one great proof that the main parts of this Play did not proceed from Shakespeare: for it is impoffible He could make Valentine act and fpeak fo much out of character; or give to Silvia so unnatural a behaviour as to take no notice of this ftrange declaration if it had been made. Pro. |