If that be all the difference in his love,' Her eyes are grey as glafs, and fo are mine; (16) If this fond Love were not a blinded god? My fubftance should be ftatue in thy ftead. 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 (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, VOL. IV. So much they fpur their expedition, and Sil. Amen, amen! Go on, good Eglamore, 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? Pro. Oh, Sir, fhe makes no doubt of that. Pro. That you are well derived. Pro. Oh,.ay, and pities them. Thu. Wherefore? Jul. That fuch an ass fhould own them... 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; 'Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both, At Patrick's cell this even, and there fhe was not; That leads towards Mantua, whither they are fled. I'll after, more to be revenged of Eglamore, 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, 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 ! And to the nightingale's complaining notes Leave not the mansion fo long tenantlefs; Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn fwain. They love me well, yet I have much to do 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.. 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, |