Sil. I thank you for your musick, gentlemen: Who is that, that spake? Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice. Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. Pro. That I may compass yours. That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows? But she is dead. Jul. 'Twere false, if I should speak it; For, I am sure, she is not buried. [Aside. Sil. Say that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, Survives; to whom, thyself art witness, I am betroth'd; And art thou not asham'd Pro, I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead. Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence; Or, at the least, in her's sepulchre thine. Jul. He heard not that. [Aside. Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdúrate, Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love, The picture that is hanging in your chamber; To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep: And to your shadow I will make true love. Jul. If 'twere a substance, you would, sure, de ceive it, And make it but a shadow, as I am. r; [Aside. Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir: But, since your falshood shall become you well To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it: And so good rest. Pro. As wretches have o'er-night, That wait for execution in the morn. [Exeunt PROTEUS, and SILVIA from above. Jul. Host, will you go? Host. By my hallidom, I was fast asleep. Host. Marry, at my house: Trust me, I think 'tis almost day. Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. Enter EGLAMour. Egl. This is the hour that madam Silvia Entreated me to call, and know her mind; There's some great matter she'd employ me in. Madam, madam! Sil. SILVIA appears above, at her window. Who calls? 4 Holy dame, blessed lady. Egl. Your servant, and your friend; One that attends your ladyship's command. Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-mor row. Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself. Sil, O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman, Nor how my father would enforce me marry To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode; As full of sorrows as the sea of sands, Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances: 5 Injunction, command. 6 Compassionate. Recking' as little what betideth me, Sil. This evening coming. Egl. Where shall I meet you? At friar Patrick's cell, Sil. Sil. Good-morrow, kind sir Eglamour. [Exeunt. 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 Mrs. Silvia, from my master; and I came no sooner into the diningchamber, but he steps me to her trencher, and steals her capon's leg. O, 'tis a foul thing, when a our 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 suffered for't. 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! 7 Caring. 8 Restrain. 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 idle, 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, she did 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, turns me to shame. [Exit LAUNCE. Sebastian, I have entertained thee, 9 In the end. |