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Enter SILVIA.

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 Protheus, madam.
Sil. Oh! he sends you for a picture ?
Jul. Ay, madam.

Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there.

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[Picture brought. Go, give your master this: tell him from me, One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget, Would better fit his chamber, than this shadow. Jul. Madam, please you peruse this letter. -Pardon me, madam; I have unadvis'd Deliver'd you a paper that I should not; This is the letter to your ladyship.

Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again.

Jul. It may not be; good madam, pardon me.
Sil. There, hold.

I will not look upon your master's lines: {

I know, they are stuff'd with protestations,

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And full of new-found oaths; which he will break, As easily as I do tear this paper.....

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Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. Sil. The more 'shame for him, that he sends it me; For, I have heard him say a thousand times,

His Julia gave it him at his departure :

Though his false finger hath profan'd the ring,
Mine shall not do his Julià so much wrong.

Jul. She thanks you.

Sil. What say'st thou ?

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Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her i Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. Sil. Dost thou know her?

Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself:

To think upon her woes, I do protest,

That I have wept an hundred several times..

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Sil. Belike, she thinks, that Protheus hath forsook

her.

Jul. I think she doth; and that's her cause of

.sorrow.'!

Sil. Is she not passing fair?

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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,

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As

As if the garment had been made for me:
Therefore, I know she is about my height.
And, at that time, I made her weep a-good,
For I did play a lamentable part:
Madam, 'twas Ariadne, passioning
For Theseus' perjury, and unjust flight;
Which I so lively acted with my tears,
That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead, ne
If I in thought felt not her very sorrow!:

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Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth: NA Alas, poor lady! desolate and left !

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I weep myself, to think upon thy words.
Here, youth, there is my purse; I give thee this
For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lov'st her.
Farewel.
[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 her's:
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,

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I'll get me such a colour'd periwig.

Her eyes are grey as glass; and so are mine:
Ay, but her forehead's low; and mine's as high.
What should it be, that he respects in her,
But I can make respective in myself,

If this fond love were not a blinded god?

Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up,
For 'tis thy rival. O thou senseless form,

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Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, lov'd, and ador'd;
And, were there sense in his idolatry,
My substance should be statue in thy stead.
I'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' sake,
That us'd me so; or else, by Jove I vow,
I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes,
To make my master out of love with thee.

[Exit.

ACT V. SCENE 1.

Near the Friar's Cell, in Milan. Enter EGLAMOUR.

Eglamour.

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 me.

She will not fail; for lovers break not hours,
Unless it be to come before their time;

So much they spur their expedition.

See, where she comes: Lady, a happy evening.

Enter

Enter SILVIA.

Sil. Amen, amen! go on, good Eglamour, Out at the postern by the abbey-wall;

I fear, I am attended by some spies.

Egl. Fear not the forest is not three leagues off If we recover that, we are sure enough.

SCENE II.

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[Exeunt.

An Apartment in the Duke's Palace. Enter THURIO PROTHEUS, and JULIA.

Thu. Sir Protheus, what says Silvia to my suit Pro. Oh, 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. Thu. What says she to my face?

Pro. She says, it is a fair one.

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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.

Thu. How likes she my discourse?

Pro. Ill, when you talk of war.

[Aside.

Thu. But well, when I discourse of love, and

peace?

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