Jul. Ay, madam. Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there. [Picture brought. Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. I will not look upon your master's lines: Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. Though his false finger hath profan'd the ring, Sil. What say'st thou? Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her: 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. Sil. Belike, she thinks that Proteus hath forsook her. Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is: And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face, Jul. About my stature: for, at Pentecost, Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth!— I weep myself, to think upon thy words. Here, youth, there is my purse; I give thee this Since she respects my mistress' love so much. But I can make respective in myself, If this fond love were not a blinded god? Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up, Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, lov'd, and ador'd; My substance should be statue in thy stead. [Exit. Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky; That Silvia, at Patrick's cell, should meet me. Enter SILVIA. See, where she comes: Lady, a happy evening! 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. [Exeunt. The same. SCENE 11. An Apartment 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. 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. Bat 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? 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. Jul. Here comes the duke. Enter DUKE. Duke. How now, Sir Proteus? how now, Thurio? |