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Enter Hoft, and Julia in boy's cloths.

Hoft. Now, my young guest, methinks, you're melancholy: I pray, what is it?

Jul. Marry, mine hoft, because I cannot be merry.

Hoft. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you where you fhall hear mufick, and fee the gentleman that you ask'd for. Jul. But fhall I hear him speak?

Hoft. Ay, that

you fhall.

Jul. That will be mufick.

Hoft. Hark, hark!

Jul. Is he among these?

Hoft. Ay; but peace, let's hear 'em.

SONG.

Who is Silvia? what is fhe,

That all our fwains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wife is fbe;

The heav'n fuch grace did lend her,
That he might admired be.

Is fhe kind as fhe is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness.
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness :
And being help'd inhabits there.

Then to Silvia let us fing,

That Silvia is excelling;

She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling:

To her let us garlands bring.

Hoft. How now? are you fadder than you were before? how do you, man? the mufick likes you not.

VOL. I.

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Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not.
Hoft. Why, my pretty youth?

Jul. He plays false, father.

Hoft. How? out of tune on the strings?

Jul. Not fo; but yet fo false, that he grieves my very heartftrings.

Hoft. You have a quick ear.

ful. Ay, I would, I were deaf; it makes me have a flow heart. Hoft. I perceive, you delight not in mufick.

Jul. Not a whit, when it jars fo.

Hoft. Hark what fine change is in the mufick.

Jul. Ay; that change is the spite.

Hoft. You would have them always play but one thing?

Jul. I would always have one play but one thing.

But, hoft, doth this fir Protheus, that we talk on,

Often refort unto this gentlewoman?

Hoft. I tell you what Launce his man told me, he lov❜d her out of all nick.

Jul. Where is Launce?

Hoft. Gone to feek his dog, which to-morrow, by his master's command, he must carry for a present to his lady.

Jul. Peace! ftand afide, the company parts.
Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not; I will fo plead,

That you shall fay, my cunning drift excels.
Thu. Where meet we?

Pro. At faint Gregory's well.
Thu. Farewel!

[Exe. Thu. and mufick.

SCENE IV.

Enter Silvia above.

Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship!

Sil. I thank you for your musick, gentlemen:

Who is that that spake?

Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice.

Sil. Sir Protheus, as I take it.

Pro. Sir Protheus, gentle lady, and your fervant.
Sil. What is your will?

Pro. That I may compass yours.

Sil. You have your wifh; my will is ever this,
That presently you hie you home to bed.
Thou fubtle, perjur'd, false, difloyal man!
Think'ft thou, I am fo fhallow, fo conceitlefs,
To be feduced by thy flattery,

That haft deceiv'd fo many with thy vows?
Return, return, and make thy love amends.
For me, by this pale queen of night I swear,
I am fo far from granting thy request,
That I despise thee for thy wrongful fuit;
And by and by intend to chide myself,
Ev'n for this time I spend in talking to thee.
Pro. I grant, fweet love, that I did love a lady,
But he is dead.

Jul. [afide.] 'Twere false if I should speak it;
For, I am fure, fhe is not buried.

Sil. Say, that fhe be; yet Valentine thy friend
Survives, to whom, even thyself art witness,
I am betroth'd: and art thou not asham'd
To wrong him with thy importunacy?

Pro. I likewife hear, that Valentine is dead.
Sil. And fo, fuppofe, am I; for in his grave,
Affure thyfelf, my love is buried.

Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.
Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her thence,
Or, at the leaft, in hers fepulchre thine.
Jul. [afide.] He heard not that.

Pro. Madam, if your heart be fo
Obdurate, o, vouchfafe me yet your picture,
The picture that is hanging in your chamber:
To that I'll fpeak, to that I'll figh, and weep:
For fince the fubftance of your perfect felf
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Is

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Is elfe devoted, I am but a fhadow;

And to your fhadow will I make true love.

Jul. [afide.] If 'twere a fubftance you would, fure, deceive it, And make it but a fhadow as I am.

Sil. I'm very loath to be your idol, fir;

But, since your falfhood shall become you well
To worship fhadows, and adore false shapes,
Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it:
And fo, good rest.

Pro. As wretches have o'er night,
That wait for execution in the morn.

Jul. Hoft, will you go?

Hoft. By my hallidom, I was fast asleep.

Jul. Pray you, where lyes fir Protheus?

[Exe. Pro. and Sil.

Hoft. Marry, at my house: trust me, I think, 'tis almost day.

Jul. Not fo; but it hath been the longest night

That e'er I watch'd, and the most heavy one.

[Exeunt.

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SCENE V.

Enter Eglamour.

HIS is the hour that madam Silvia

Entreated me to call, and know her mind:

There's fome great matter she'd employ me in.
Madam!

Sil. Who calls?

Enter Silvia above.

Egl. Your fervant, and your friend;

One that attends your ladyship's command.

Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-morrow!
Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself :
According to your ladyfhip's impose,

I am thus early come, to know what service
It is your pleasure to command me in.

Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,

(Think not I flatter, for, I fwear, I do not)
Valiant and wife, remorfeful, well accomplish'd;
Thou art not ignorant what dear good will
I bear unto the banish'd Valentine;

Nor how my father would enforce me marry
Vain Thurio, whom my very foul abhors.
Thyself haft lov'd; and I have heard thee say,
No grief did come fo near unto thy heart,
As when thy lady and thy true love dy'd;
Upon whose grave thou vow'dst
thou vow'dft pure chastity.
Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine

To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode :
And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,
I do defire thy worthy company;
Upon whose faith and honour I repose.
Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour;
But think upon my grief, a lady's grief,
And on the juftice of my flying hence,
To keep me from a most unholy match,
Which heav'n and fortune ftill reward with plagues.
I do defire thee, even from a heart

As full of forrows as the fea of fands,
To bear me company, and go with me:
If not, to hide what I have faid to thee,
That I may venture to depart alone.

Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances;
Which fince I know they virtuously are plac'd,
I give consent to go along with you,

Recking as little what betideth me,

As much I wish all good befortune you.
When will you go?

Sil. This evening coming.
Egl. Where

Shall I meet you?

Sil. At friar Patrick's cell; Where I intend holy confeffion

Egl.

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