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? 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. 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. Thu. Wherefore? Jul. That such an ass should owe them. [Aside. Pro. That they are out by lease.a 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. 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: By his possessions, Thurio means his lands; but Proteus alludes to his mental endowments, which he says "are out by lease"-are not in his own keeping. Him he knew well, and guess'd that it was she; At Patrick's cell this even; and there she was not : That leads toward Mantua, whither they are fled. [Exit. [Exit. Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love, Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her. [Exit. Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love, Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. [Exit. SCENE III.-Frontiers of Mantua. The Forest. Enter SILVIA and Outlaws. 1 Out. Come, come; Be patient, we must bring you to our captain. 1 Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her? 3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath outrun us, But Moyses and Valerius follow him. Go thou with her to the west end of the wood, 1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's cave; Fear not; he bears an honourable mind, And will not use a woman lawlessly. Sil. O Valentine, this I endure for thee. [Exeunt SCENE IV.-Another part of the Forest. Enter VALENTINE. Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man! ; These are my mates, that make their wills their law, Have some unhappy passenger in chase : They love me well; yet I have much to do, To keep them from uncivil outrages. Withdraw thee, Valentine; who 's this comes here? [Steps aside. Enter PROTEUS, SILVIA, and JULIA. Pro. Madam, this service I have done for you, (Though you respect not aught your servant doth,) To hazard life, and rescue you from him That would have forc'd your honour and your love. Val. How like a dream is this I see and hear! Love, lend me patience to forbear a while. Sil. O miserable, unhappy that I am! Record-to sing. [Aside. 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 presence. [Aside. Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion, Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to death, Would I not undergo for one calm look? O, 't is the curse in love, and still approv'd,a Sil. When Proteus cannot love where he's belov'd. Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love, For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou 'dst two, Pro. Who respects friend? Sil. In love, All men but Proteus. Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words Can no way change you to a milder form, I'll woo you like a soldier, at arms' end; And love you 'gainst the nature of love, force you. Pro. I'll force thee yield to my desire. a Approv'd-proved, experienced. 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 such is a friend now ;) treacherous man! I am sorry I must never trust thee more, But count the world a stranger for thy sake. The private wound is deepest: O time most accurs'd! Be a sufficient ransom for offence,. I tender it here; I do as truly suffer As e'er I did commit. Val. Then I am paid; And once again I do receive thee honest :- Is nor of heaven, nor earth; for these are pleas'd; Jul. O me, unhappy! Pro. Val. Look to the boy. [Faints. Why, boy! Why, wag! how now? what's the matter? Look up; speak. Jul. O good sir, my master charged me to deliver a ring to madam Silvia; which, out of my neglect, was never done. Pro. Where is that ring, boy? Jul. Here 't is this is it. [Gives a ring. |