Vain Thurio, whom my very foul abhorr❜d.
Thy felf haft lov'd; and I have heard thee say,
No grief did ever come fo near thy heart,
As when thy lady and thy true true love dy'd;
Upon whofe grave thou vow'ft 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 whofe 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 moft 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 confent 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 fhall I meet you?

SIL. At friar Patrick's cell;

Where I intend holy confeffion.

EGL. I will not fail your ladyship.

Good morrow, gentle lady.

SIL. Good morrow, kind Sir Eglamour.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

Enter Launce with his dog.

When a man's fervant shall play the cur with him, look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up of a puppey, one that I fav'd from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and fifters went to it! I have taught him, even as one would say precisely, thus I would teach a dog. I went to deliver him, as a prefent to miftrefs Silvia from my master; and I came no fooner into the dining-chamber, but he steps me to her trencher, and steals her capon's leg. O, 'tis a foul thing, when a cur cannot keep himself in all companies! I would have, as one should say, one that takes upon him to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all things. If I had no more wit than he, to take a fault upon me that he did, I think verily, he had been hang'd for it; fure as I live he had fuffer'd for't; you fhall judge. He thrusts me himself into the company of three or four gentlemanlike dogs, under the duke's table: he had not been there (bless the mark) a piffing while, but all the chamber smelt him. Out with the dog, fays one; what cur is that? fays another; whip him out fays the third: hang him up fays the duke. I, having been acquainted with the smell before knew it was Crab, and goes me to the fellow that whips the dogs; friend, quoth I, you mean to whip the dog? Ay, marry, do I, quoth he. You do him the more wrong, quoth I; 'twas I did the thing you wot of. He makes no inore ado, but whips me out of the chamber. How many masters would do this for their fervant? nay, I'll be fworn, I have fat in the stocks for the puddings he hath ftoll'n, otherwise he had been executed; I have ftood on the pillory for the geefe he hath kill'd, otherwife he had fuffer'd for it. Thou

think'st not of this now. Nay, I remember the trick you did not ferv'd me, when I took my leave of madam Silvia; I bid thee still mark me, and do as I do? when didft thou fee me heave up my leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale? didst thou ever see me do fuch a trick? SCENE VII.

Enter Protheus and Julia.

PRO. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well; And will employ thee in fome service presently. JUL. In what you please-I'll do, Sir, what I can.

PRO. I hope thou wilt How now, you whorefon pea

fant,

[To Launce. Where have you been these two days loitering?

LAUN. Marry, Sir, I carry'd mistress Silvia the dog, you bade me.

PRO. And what says she to my little jewel?

LAUN. Marry, fhe fays, your dog was a cur: and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for fuch a prefent. PRO. But the receiv'd my dog?

LAUN. No, indeed, fhe did not: here I have brought him back again.

PRO. What dift thou offer her this from me?

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LAUN. Ay, Sir, the other squirrel was stoll'n from me by the hangman's boy in the market-place; and then I offer'd her mine own, who is a dog as big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater.

PRO. Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again,

Or ne'er return again into my fight.

Away, I say; stay'ft thou to verme here?

A slave, that still an end, turns me to fhame. [Exit Launce

Sebastian, I have entertained thee,

Partly that I have need of fuch a youth,

That can with some difcretion do my business,
(For 'tis no trusting to yon foolish lowt :)}
But, chiefly, from thy face, and thy behaviour;
Which, if my augury deceives me not,

Witness good bringing up, fortune and truth;
Therefore, know thou, for this I entertain thee;
Go presently, and take this ring with thee;
Deliver it to madam Silvia.

She lov'd me well, deliver'd it to me.

JUL. It seems, you lov'd not her, to leave her token:
She's dead, belike.

PRO. Not fo: I think, the lives.

JUL. Alás!

PRO. Why dost thou cry, alas?

JUL. I cannot chuse but pity her.

PRO. Wherefore fhould'st thou pity her.

JUL. Because, methinks, that she lov'd you as well

As you do love your lady Silvia:

She dreams on him, that has forgot her love; You doat on her, that cares not for your love. "Tis pity love should be so contrary;

And, thinking on it, makes me cry, alas!

PRO. Well, give her that ring, and give therewithal
This letter;-that's her chamber:-tell my lady,
I claim the promise for her heav'nly picture.
Your message done, hie home unto my chamber,

Where thou shalt find me fad and folitary. [Exit Protheus. SCENE VIII.

JUL. How many women would do such a message?

Alas! poor Protheus, thou hast entertain'd

A fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs:
Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him,
That with his very heart despiseth me?
Because he loves her, he defpifeth me ;
Because I love him, I must pity him :

This ring I gave him, when he parted from me,
To bind him to remember my good will.

And now I am, unhappy messenger,

To plead for that, which I would not obtain ;
To carry that, which I would have refus'd;
To praife his faith, which I would have difprais'd.
I am my master's true, confirmed love,
But cannot be true servant to my master,
Unless I prove false traitor to myself.

Yet will I woo for him, but yet so coldly,
As, heav'n it knows, I would not have him speed.

Enter Silvia.

my

Gentlewoman, good day; I pray you, be mean
To bring me where to speak with madam Silvia.
SIL. What would you with her, if that I be she?
JUL. If you be she, I do intreat your patience
To hear me speak the message I am fent on.
SIL. From whom?

JUL. From my master, Sir Protheus, madam.
SIL. Oh! he fends you for a picture?

JUL. Ay, madam.

SIL. Urfula, bring my picture there.

Go, give your mafter this: tell him from me,
One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget,
Would better fit his chamber than this fhadow.
JUL. Madam, may't pleafe you to perufe this letter.