Upon the rifing of the mountain-foot

That leads tow'rds Mantua, whither they are fled
Difpatch, fweet, gentlemen, and follow me.

THU. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,
That flies her fortune where it follows her:
I'll after, more to be reveng'd of Eglamour,
Than for the love of reckless Silvia.
PRO. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love,
Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her.
JUL. And I will follow, more to cross that love,
Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love,

SCENE III.

Changes to the forest.

Enter Silvia and Out-laws.

[Exit Duke

[Exeunt.

OUT. Come, come, be patient; we must bring you to our captain.

SIL. A thousand more mischances, than this one,

Have learn'd me how to brook this patiently.

2 OUT. Come, bring her away.

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

Go thou with her to th' weft end of the wood,
There is our captain: follow him, that's fled.
The thicket is befet, he cannot 'scape.

I OUT. Come, I must bring you to our captain's cave.,
Fear not; he bears an honourable mind,

And will not ufe a woman lawlessly.

SIL. O Valentine! this Lendure for thee.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

The Out-laws 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 dost inhabit in my breast,
Leave not the mansion so 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 ftir, is this to-day?

These are my mates, that make their will their law,
They've fome unhappy passenger in chace.

They love me well, yet I have much to do

To keep them from uncivil outrages.

Withdraw thee, Valentine: who's this comes here?"

[Val: steps afide.

Enter Protheus, Silvia, and Julia.

PRO. Madam, this service have I done for you,
(Tho' you refpect not aught your fervant doth)
To hazard life and rescue you from him,

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

And less 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.

SIL. O miferable, unhappy that I am!

[Afide.

PRO. Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came;

But by my coming I have made you happy.

SIL. By thy approach thou mak'st me most unhappy.
JUL. And me, when he approacheth to your prefence. [Afide,
SIL. Had I been seized by a hungry lion,

I would have been a breakfast to the beast,
Rather than have falfe Protheus rescue me.
Oh, heav'n be judge, how I love Valentine,
Whofe life's as tender to me as my foul,,
And full as much, for more there cannot be,
I do deteft falfe perjur'd Protheus;
Therefore begone, folicit me no more.

PRO. What dang'rous action, stood it next to death,
Would I not undergo for one calm look ?

Oh, 'tis the curfe in love, and still approv'd, ́

When women cannot love, where they're belov'd.

SIL. When Protheus cannot love, where he's belov'd,

Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love,

For whofe dear fake thou then didst rend thy faith
Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths
Defcended into perjury to love me.

Thou haft no faith left now, unless thou'dft two,
And that's far worse than none: better have none
Than plural faith, which is too much by one.
Thou counterfeit to thy true friend!

PRO. In love,

Who refpects friend?

SIL. All men but Protheus.

PRO. Nay, if the gentle fpirit of moving words
Can no way change you to a milder form;,

I'll woo you like a foldier, at arms end,

And love you 'gainst the nature of love; force you,

SIL. Oh heav'n!

PRO. I'll force thee yield to my defire.

VAL. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch,

Thou friend of an ill fashion!

PRO. Valentine!

VAL. Thou common friend, that's without faith or love;
For fuch is a friend now: thou treach'rous man!
Thou haft beguil'd my hopes; nought but mine eye
Could have perfuaded me. Now I dare not fay,
I have one friend alive; thou wouldst difprove me.
Who fhould be trusted, when one's own right hand
Is perjur'd to the bofom? Protheus,

I'm forry, I must never trust thee more,

But count the world a stranger for thy fake.

The private wound is deep'ft. Oh time, most curft!
'Mongst all foes, that a friend fhould be the worst!
PRO, My fhame and guilt confound me:
Forgive me, Valentine; if hearty forrow

Be a fufficient ransom for offence,

I tender't here; I do as truly fuffer,

As e'er I did commit.

VAL. Then I am paid:

And once again I do receive thee honest.

Who by repentance is not fatisfy'd,

Is nor of heav'n, nor earth; for these are pleas'd;
By penitence th' eternal's wrath's appeas'd.

And that my love may appear plain and free,

All, that was mine in Silvia, I give thee.
JUL. Oh me unhappy!

PRO. Look to the boy.

[faints.

VAL. Why, boy! why wag; how now? what's the matter? look up; fpeak.

JUL. O good Sir, my master charg'd me to deliver a ring
to madam Silvia, which, out of my neglect, was never done.
PRO. Where is that ring, boy?
JUL. Here 'tis; this is it.

[gives a ring.

PRO. How? let me fee:

This is the ring I gave to Julia.

JUL. Oh, cry you mercy, Sir, I have mistook;

This is the ring you fent to Silvia.

[fhews another ring.

PRO. How cam'ft thou by this ring? At my depart,

I gave this unto Julia.

JUL. And Julia herself did give it me.

And Julia herself hath brought it hither.

PRO. How, Julia?

JUL. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths,
And entertain'd 'em deeply in her heart:
How oft haft thou with perjury cleft the root?
Oh Protheus, let this habit make thee blush!
Be thou afham'd, that I have took upon me
Such an immodeft raiment, if shame live
In a difguife of love.

It is the leffer blot, modefty finds,

Women to change their shapes, than men their minds.

PRO. Than men their minds ? 'tis true; oh heav'n were man

But conftant, he were perfect; that one error

Fills him with faults; makes him run through all fins:

Inconftancy falls off, ere it begins.

What is in Silvia's face, but I may spy
More fresh in Julia's with a constant eye?
VAL, Come, come, a hand from either:
Let me be bleft to make this happy clofe;