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Sil. There, hold. I will not look upon your master's lines: I know they are stuff'd with protestations, And full of new-found oaths; which he will break As easily as I do tear his paper. Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. Sil. The more shame for him that he sends
For, I have heard him say a thousand times,
Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself;
her. Jul. I think she doth, and that's her cause of
Sil. Is she not passing fair? Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is: When she did think my master lov'd her well, She, in my judgment, was as fair as you; But since she did neglect her looking-glass, And threw her sun-expelling mask away, The air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks, And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face, That now she is become as black as I. Sil. How tall was she? Jul. About my stature: for, at Pentecost, When all our pageants of delight were play'd, Our youth got me to play the woman's part, And I was trimm'd in madam Julia's gown, Which served me as fit, by all men's judgment, As if the garment had been made for me;
Therefore, I know she is about my height.
Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth!
[Exit Silvia. Jul. And she shall thank you for't, if e'er you
know her.A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful. I hope my master's suit will be but cold, Since she respects my mistress' love so much. Alas, how love can trifle with itself! Here is her picture: Let me see; I think, If I had such a tire, this face of mine Were full as lovely as is this of hers: And yet the painter flatter'd her a little, Unless I flatter with myself too much. Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow: If that be all the difference in his love, I'll get me such a colour'd periwig. Her eyes are grey as glass 6; and so are mine :
3 i. e. in good earnest, tout de bon.
5 False hair was worn by the ladies long before wigs were in fashion. So, in Northward Hoe, 1607, “There is a new trade come up for cast gentlewomen of periwig making.” Perwickes are mentioned by Churchyard in one of his earliest poems. And Barnabe Rich, in "The Houestie of this Age," 1615, has a philippic against this folly.
6 By grey eyes were meant what we now call blue eyes. Grey, when applied to the eyes is rendered by Coles, in his Dictionary, 1679, Ceruleus, glaucus.
Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine's as high'.
Enter EGLAMOUR. Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky; And now it is about the very hour That Silvia, at friar Patrick's cell, should meet
She will not fail; for lovers break not hours,
7 A high forehead was then accounted a feature eminently beautiful. Our author, in The Tempest, shows that low foreheads were in disesteem.
with foreheads villanous low. 6 Respective, i. e. considerative, regardful, v. Merchant of Venice, Act. v. Sc. 1.
9 The word statue was formerly used to express a portrait, and sometimes a statue was oalled a picture. Stowe says (speaking of Elizabeth's funeral), that when the people beheld “her statue or picture lying upon the coffin , there was a general sighing.“ Thus in the City Madam, by Massinger, Sir John Frugal desires that his daughters may take leave of their lovers statues, though he had previously described them as pictures, which they evidently were.
Sil. Amen, amen! go on, good Eglamour!
Egl. Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off; If we recover that, we are sure enough. [Exeunt.
A Room in the Duke's Palace.
Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA. Thu. Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit'? Pro. O, sir, I find her milder than she was ; And yet she takes exceptions at your person. Thu. What, that my leg is too long? Pro. No; that it is too little. Thu. I'll wear a boot, to make it somewhat rounder. Pro. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loaths 1. Thu. What says she to my face? Pro. She says it is a fair one. Thu. Nay, then the wanton lies; my face is black. Pro. But pearls are fair; and the old saying is, Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.
Jul. 'Tis true; such pearls as put out ladies' eyes; For I had rather wink than look on them. [Aside. Thu. Hlow likes she my discourse? Pro. Ill, when you talk of war.
Thu. But well, when I discourse of love and peace? Jul. But better indeed, when you hold your peace.
[Aside. Thu. What says she to my valour? Pro. O, sir, she makes no doubt of that.
i Mr. Boswell thought that this line should be given to Julia, as well as a subsequent one, and that they were meaut to bo spoken aside. They are exactly in the style of her other sarcastic specches ; and Proteus, who is playing on Thurio's credulity, would hardly represent him as an object of loathing to Silvia.
Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice?
[Aside. Thu. What says she to my birth? Pro. That you are well deriv'd. Jul. True, from a gentleman to a fool. [ Aside. Thu. Considers she my possessions ? Pro. O, ay; and pities them. That. Wherefore ? Jul. That such an ass should owe 2 them. [Aside. Pro. That they are out by lease 3. Jul. Here comes the duke.
Enter DUKE. Duke. How now, Sir Proteus ? how now, Thurio ? Which of you saw Sir Eglamour of late ? Thu. Not I. Pro. Nor I. Duke. Saw you my daughter? Pro. Neither. Duke. Why, then she's fled unto that peasant
Valentine; And Eglamour is in her company. 'Tis true; for friar Laurence met them both, As he in penance wander'd through the forest : Him he knew well, and guess'd that it was she; But, being mask'd, he was not sure of it: Besides, she did intend confession At Patrick's cell this even: and there she was not: These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence. Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse, But mount you presently; and meet with me Upon the rising of the mountain foot That leads towards Mantua, whither they are fled: Despatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me. (Erit.
2 i. e. possess them, own them.
3 By Thurio's possessions he himself understands his lands. But Proteus chooses to take the word likewise in a figurative sense, as siguifying his mental endowments: and when he says they are out by lease, he means, that they are no longer enjoyed by their master (who is a fool), but are leased out to another. Edinburgh Magazine, Nov. 1786.