First Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. Sec. Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have

offer'd.

Val. I take your offer, and will live with you, 70 Provided that you do no outrages

On silly women or poor passengers.

Third Out. No, we detest such vile base practices. Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews, And show thee all the treasure we have got; Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose.

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Exeunt.

SCENE II. Milan. Outside the DUKE's palace, under SILVIA'S

chamber.

Enter PROTEUS.

Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine,

And now I must be as unjust to Thurio.
Under the colour of commending him,

I have access my own love to prefer:
But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,
To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.
When I protest true loyalty to her,

She twits me with my falsehood to my friend;
When to her beauty I commend my vows,
She bids me think how I have been forsworn
In breaking faith with Julia whom I loved:
And notwithstanding all her sudden quips,

74 crews] F4. Crewes FF2F3. cave
Collier, ed. 2 (Collier MS.). caves
Singer (ed. 2). crew Delius conj.
cruives Bulloch conj.

76 all] shall Pope.
SCENE II. Milan. Pope.

[Outside...palace...] An open place,

5

10

under Silvia's Apartment. Theobald.
Court of the palace. Capell.
Enter...] Rowe. Enter Protheus,
Thurio, Iulia, Host, Musitian, Siluia.
Ff.

1 have I I've Pope.
5 fair] pure Gould conj.

The least whereof would quell a lover's hope,
Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love,
The more it grows, and fawneth on her still.

But here comes Thurio: now must we to her window,
And give some evening music to her ear.

Enter THURIO and Musicians.

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Thu. How now, Sir Proteus, are you crept before us?
Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for you know that love
Will creep in service where it cannot go.

Thu. Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here.
Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence.
Who? Silvia?

Thu.

Pro.

Ay, Silvia; for your sake. Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, Let's tune, and to it lustily awhile.

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25

Enter, at a distance, Host, and JULIA in boy's clothes. Host. Now, my young guest, methinks you're allycholly: I pray you, why is it?

Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you where you shall hear music, and see the gentleman that you asked for.

Jul. But shall I hear him speak?
Host. Ay, that you shall.

Jul. That will be music.

15 and] om. F3F4

18 Enter...] Rowe. om. Ff.
23 Who] F. Whom FF3F4
Ay] Ay, sir Taylor conj. MS.
24 [To the musicke. Collier MS.
25 tune] F1. turne F2. turn F3F4.
Enter, at a distance...] Enter Host,
at a Distance, with Julia, apparel'd
like a Boy. Capell. Enter Host,

31

[Music plays.

and Julia... Rowe. Enter H. and
J. Collier MS.

26 you're] your' F. you'r F,F3F4
26, 27 allycholly] melancholy Pope.
27 I pray you, why is it] Theobald. I
pray you why is it F1. I pray you
what is it FF. I pray what is it F4.
[stand aside. Collier MS.
34 [Music plays.] Capell.

Who is Silvia? what is she,

That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;

The heaven such grace did lend her,
That she might admired be.

Is she kind as she 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 sing,
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling:
To her let us garlands bring.

Host. How now! are you sadder than you were before? How do you, man? the music likes you not.

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

Jul. He plays false, father.

Host. How? out of tune on the strings?

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Jul. Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my very heart-strings.

Host. You have a quick ear.

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Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a slow heart.

40 is she] as free Collier, ed. 2 (Collier

MS.).

50 excels] exceeds S. Walker conj.

53 SCENE III. Pope.

53 are you...before?] you are...before:

Singer, ed. 2 (Heath conj.).

58 strings?] strings. F

Host. I perceive you delight not in music.
Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so.

Host. Hark, what fine change is in the music!
Jul. Ay, that change is the spite.

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Host. You would have them always play but one thing? Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. But, host, doth this Sir Proteus that we talk on Often resort unto this gentlewoman?

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Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me,-he loved her out of all nick.

Jul. Where is Launce?

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Host. Gone to seek his dog; which to-morrow, by his master's command, he must carry for a present to his lady. Jul. Peace! stand aside: the company parts. Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you: I will so plead, That you shall say my cunning drift excels.

Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship.
Sil. I thank you for your music, gentlemen.

Who is that that spake?

Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth,

You would quickly learn to know him by his voice. 85 Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it.

Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant.

Sil. What's

Pro.

will? your

That I may compass yours.

Sil. You have your wish; my will is even this:
That presently you hie you home to bed.
Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man!
Think'st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless,
To be seduced by thy flattery,

That hast deceived so many with thy vows?
Return, return, and make thy love amends.
For me, by this pale queen of night I swear,
I am so far from granting thy request,
That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit;
And by and by intend to chide myself
Even for this time I spend in talking to thee.

Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady;
But she is dead.

Jul. [Aside] "Twere false, if I should speak it; For I am sure she is not buried.

Sil. Say that she be; yet Valentine thy friend Survives; to whom, thyself art witness,

I am betroth'd: and art thou not ashamed

To wrong him with thy importunacy?

Pro.

I likewise hear that Valentine is dead. Sil. And so suppose am I; for in his grave Assure thyself my love is buried.

Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call hers thence;

85 You would] Ff. You'd Pope.
88 What's] What is Pope.
89 even] F1. ever F2F3F4.
102, 114, 122 [Aside] Pope.

105 thyself] even thyself Hanmer.
109 his] her F1.

112 hers] FF2. her F3F4