If that be all the difference in his love,'
I'll get me fuch a coloured perriwig.

Her eyes are grey as glafs, and fo are mine; (16)
Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine is high.
What fhould it be that he refpects in her,"
But I can make refpective in myself,

If this fond Love were not a blinded god?
Come, fhadow, come, and take this fhadow up,
For 'tis thy rival. O thou fenfeless form,
Thou shalt be worshipped, kissed, loved and adored:
And were there fenfe in his idolatry,

My fubftance should be ftatue in thy ftead.
I'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' fake,
That ufed me fo; or elfe, by Jove I vow,
Ifhould have fcratched out your unfeeing eyes,
To make my mafter out of love with thee. [Exit.

ACT V.

SCENE hear the Friar's Cell in Milan.

Enter EGLAMORE.

EGLAMORE.

THE fun begins to gild the western sky,

very

hour

And now it is about the
Silvia, at Friar Patrick's cell, should meet me.
She will not fail; for lovers break not hours,
Unless it be to come before their time t

(16) Her eyes are grey as grafs,] Mr Rowe and Mr Pope's editions, for what reafon I know not, vary from the old copies, which have it rightly, glafs, So Chaucer, in the character of his Priorefs;

Full femely her wimple pinchid was,
Her nofe was tretes, her eyen gray as glafs
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VOL. IV.

So much they fpur their expedition, and
See, where the coines. Lady, a happy evening.
Enter SILVIA.

Sil. Amen, amen! Go on, good Eglamore,
Out at the postern by the abbey-wall;

I fear I am attended by fome spies.

Egl. Fear not; the foreft is not three leagues off; If we recover that, we're fure enough.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Duke's Palace.

Enter THURIO, PROTHEUS, and JULIA.

Thu. Sir Protheus, what fays Silvia to my fuit? Pro. Oh, Sir, I find her milder than fhe was, And yet she takes exceptions at your perfon. Thu. What, that my leg is too long?

Pro. No; that it is toe little.

Thu. I'll wear a boot to make it fomewhat rounder. Pro. But love will not be spurred to what it loaths. Thu. What says fhe to my face?

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. [Afide Thu. How likes fhe my difcourfe?

Pro. Ill when you talk of war.

Thu. But well when I difcourfe of love and peace?
Jul. But better indeed, when you hold your peace.
Thu. What fays fhe to my valour?

Pro. Oh, Sir, fhe makes no doubt of that.
Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice,
Thu. What fays she to my birth?

Pro. That you are well derived.
Jul. True, from a gentleman to a fool.
Thu. Confiders fhe my poffeffions?

Pro. Oh,.ay, and pities them.

Thu. Wherefore?

Jul. That fuch an ass fhould own them...
Pro. That they are out by lease.

Jul. Here comes the Duke.

Enter Duke.

Duke. How now, Sir Protheus? How now, Thurio?

Which of you faw Sir Eglamore of late?

Thu. Not I.

Pro. Nor I.

Duke. Saw you my daughter?

Pro. Neither.

Duke. Why then

She's fled unto that peafant Valentine;
And Eglamore is in her company.

'Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both,
As he in penance wandered through the foreft:
Him he knew well, and gueffed that it was the;
But being masked, he was not fure of it.
Befides, fhe did intend confeffion

At Patrick's cell this even, and there fhe was not;
These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence.
Therefore I pray you, stand not to discourse,
But mount you prefently, and meet with me
Upon the rifing of the mountain-foot

That leads towards Mantua, whither they are fled.
Dispatch, fweet gentlemen, and follow me.
[Exit Duke
Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,
That flies her fortune where it follows her:

I'll after, more to be revenged of Eglamore,
Than for the love of reckless Silvia.

Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love, Than hate of Eglamore that goes with her.

Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love, Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. Exe.

SCENE changes to the Foreft.

Enter SILVIA and Outlaws.

1 Qut. Come, come, be patient; we must bring you to our Captain.

Sil. A thousand more mischances than this one, Have learned me how to brook this patiently. 2 Out. Come, bring her away.

1 Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her? Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-run us; But Moyfes and Valerius follow him..

3

Go thou with her to the weft end of the wood,
There is our Captain; follow him that's fled.
The thicket is befet, he cannot 'fcape.

1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our Captain's Fear not; he bears an honourable mind,

And will not use a woman lawlessly.

[cave.

Sil. O Valentine, this I endure for thee! [Exeunts

SCENE, the Outlaws Cave in the Foreft.

Enter VALENTINE.

Val. How ufe doth breed a habit in a man !
This fhadowy defart, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns.
Here can I fit alone, unfeen of any,

And to the nightingale's complaining notes
Tune my diftreffes, and record my woes.
O thou, that doft inhabit in my breast,

Leave not the mansion fo long tenantlefs;
Left, growing ruinous, the building fall,
And leave no memory of what it was:
Repair me with thy prefence, Silvia;

Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn fwain.
What hallo'ing, and what itir is this to-day?
These are my mates, that make their wills their law,
Have fome unhappy paffenger 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?'
Enter PROTHEUS, SILVIA, and JULIA.

Pro. Madam, this fervice have I done for you, (Though you refpect not ought your fervant doth} To hazard life, and refcue you from him.

That wou'd have forced your honour and your love..
Vouchfafe me for my meed but one fair look:
A fmaller boon than this I cannot beg,

And lefs than this, I'm fure, you cannot give.

Val. How like a dream is this I fee and hear! Love, lend me patience to forbear a while. [Afide.. Sil. O miferable, 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 makest me most un-happy.

Jul. And me, when he approacheth to your pre

fence.

[dfide. Sil. Had I been feized by a hungry lion, I would have been a breakfast to the beast, Rather than have falle Protheus refcue me. Oh, Heaven be judge how I love Valentine, Whole life's as tender to me as my ioul; And full as much, for more there cannot be,