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I am thus early come, to know what service
Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman
Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances 4; Which since í know they virtuously are placed, 1 gire consent to go along with you;
z i. e. pitiful.
3 It was common in former ages for widowers and widows to make vows of chastity in honour of their deceased wives or hugbands. Besides observing the vow, the widow was, for life, to wear a veil, and a mourning habit. The same distinctiou may have been made in respect of male rotarists; this circumstance might inform the players how Sir Eglamour should be dressed ; and will account for Silvia's having chosen him as a person in whom she could confide without injury to her character.
4 In Shakspeare'e time griefs frequently signified grievances ; and the present instance shows that in return grievance was sometimes used in the sense of grief.
Reckings as little what betideth me,
Egl. I will not fail your ladyship:
SCENE IV. The same.
Enter LAUNCE, with his Dog. When a man's servant shall play the cur with him, look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up of a puppy; one that I saved from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it! I have taught him-even as one would say precisely, Thus I would teach a dog. I was sent to deliver him, as a present to mistress Silvia, from my master; and I came no sooner into the diningchamber, but be steps me to her trencher, and steals her capon's leg. 0, '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 not had more wit than he, to take a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he had been hanged for't: sure as I live, he had suffer'd fort: you shall judge. He thrusts me himself into the company of three or four gentleman-like dogs, under the duke's table: he had not been there (bless the mark) a pissing while, but all the chamber smelt him. Out with the dog, says one; What cur is that? says another; Whip him out,
5 To reck is to care for. So in Hamlet : “And recke not his own read.
li. e. restrain.
says the third; Hang him up, says 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 me no more ado, but whips me out of the chamber. How many masters would do this for their servant ? Nay, I'll be sworn, I have sat in the stocks for puddings he hath stolen, otherwise he had been executed: I have stood on the pillory for geese he hath killed, otherwise he had suffered for't: thou think'st not of this now! Nay, I remember the trick you served me, when I took leave of madam Silvia: did not I bid thee still mark me, and do as I do? When didst thou see me heave up my leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale ? didst thou ever see me do such a trick?
Enter PROTEUS and JULIA. Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well, And will employ thee in some service presently. Jul. In what you please; - I will do what I can. Pro. I hope, thou wilt. - How now, you whoreson peasant!
[TO LAUNCE. Where have you been these two days loitering?
Laun. Marry, sir, I carried mistress Silvia the dog you bade me. Pro. And what says she to my little jewel? Laun. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur; and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for such a present. Pro. But she received my dog? Laun. No, indeed, did she not: here have I brought him back again. Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me? Laun. Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman's boys in the market-place: and then I offered 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 sight. Away, I say: Stay'st thou to vex me here? A slave, that still an end 2 turns me to shame.
[Erit LAUNCE. Sebastian, I have entertained thee, Partly, that I have need of such a youth, That can with some discretion do my business, For 'tis no trusting to yon foolish lowt; But, chiefly for thy face and thy behaviour: Which (if my augury deceive 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 loved me well deliver'd it to me.
Jul. It seems you loved her not, to leave her token: She's dead, belike. Pro. Not so; I think she lives. Jul. Alas! Pro. Why dost thou cry, alas? Jul. I cannot choose but pity her. Pro. Wherefore shouldst 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 dote 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 therewithal This letter ;-that's her chamber.—Tell my lady, I claim the promise for her heavenly picture. Your message done, hie home unto my chamber, Where thou shalt find me sad and solitary.
2 Still an end, and most an end, are vulgar expressions, and mean perpetually, generally. See Gifford's Massinger, iv. 282.
“Now help, good heaven! 'ts such an uncouth thing
Jul. How many women would do such a message? Alas, poor Proteus ! thou hast entertained 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 despiseth 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 am I (unhappy messenger) To plead for that, which I would not obtain; To carry that which I would have refus'd; To praise his faith which I would have disprais’d. I am my master's true confirmed love; But cannot be true servant to my master, Unless I prore false traitor to myself. Yet I will woo for him : but yet so coldly, As, heaven it knows, I would not have him speed.
Enter Silvia, attended. Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you be my 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 entreat your patience To hear me speak the message I am sent on. Sil. From whom? Jul. From my master, Sir Proteus, madam. Sil. 0!-he sends you for a picture? Jul. Ay, madam. Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there.
Jul. Madam, please you peruse this letter.---