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I am my mafler's true confirmed love,

But cannot be true fervant to my master,
Unless I prove falfe traitor to myself.
Yet will I woo for him, but yet fo coldly,

As, Heav'n it knows, I would not have him speed.
Enter Silvia.

Lady, good day; I pray you, be my mean
To bring me where to fpeak with Madam Silvia.
Sil. What would you with her, if that I be fhe?
Jul. If you be fhe, I do intreat your patience
To hear me fpeak the meffage I am fent on.
Sil. From whom?

Jul. From my mafter, Sir Protheus, Madam.
Sil. Oh! he fends you for a picture?
Jul. Ay, Madam.

Sil. Urfula, bring my picture there.

Go, give your mafter this: tell him from me,
One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget,
Would better fit his chamber than this fhadow.
Jul. Madam, may't please you to perufe this letters
Pardon me, Madam, I have unadvis'd

Deliver'd you a paper that I fhould not;

This is the letter to your Ladyfhip.

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're fluft with proteftations,

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

Jul. Madam, he fends your Ladyship this ring.
Sil. The more shame for him, that he fends it me;

For I have heard him say a thousand times,

His Julia gave it him at his departure:

Though his falfe finger have profan'd the ring,
Mine fhall not do his Julia fo much wrong.

Jul. She thanks you.

Sil. What fay'ft thou?

Jul. I thank you, Madam, that you tender her; Poor gentlewoman, my mafter wrongs her much. Sil. Doft thou know her?

Ful

Ful. Almoft as well as I do know myself.

To think upon h

her woes, I do protest,

That I have wept an hundred several times.

Sil. Belike fhe thinks that Protheus hath forfook her.
Jul. I think the doth; and that's her caufe of forrow.
Sil. Is the not paffing fair?

Jul. She hath been fairer, Madam, than she is.
When fhe did think my mafter lov'd her well,
She, in my judgment, was as fair as you.
But fince he did neglect her looking-glafs,
And threw her fun-expelling mask away,
The air hath ftarv'd the rofes in her cheeks,
And pitch'd the lily-tiacture of her face,
That now fhe is become as black as I.
Sil. How tall was fhe?

Ful. About my ftature: for at Pentecoft,
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 ferved me as fit, by all men's judgments,
As if the garment had been made for me;
Therefore I know fhe is about my height.
And at that time I made her weep a-good,
For I did play a lamentable part.
Madam, 'twas Ariadne, paffioning
For Thefeus' perjury and unjust flight;
Which I fo lively acted with my tears,
That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
Wept bitterly: and would I might be dead,
If I in thought felt not her
very forrow!

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

I

weep myself to think upon thy words.

Here, youth, there is my purfe; I give thee this

For thy fweet mistress' fake, because thou lov'ft her.
Farewell.

[Exit Silvia.

Jul. And fhe fhall thank you for't, if e'er you know

her.

A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful.

I hope my mafter's fuit will be but cold;
Since the refpects my miítrefs' love fo much.

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Alas!

Alas! how love can trifle with itself!

Here is her picture: let me fee; I think,
If I had fuch a tire, this face of mine
Were full as lovely as is this of hers:
And yet the painter flatter'd her a little,
Unlefs I flatter with myself too much.
Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow;
If that be all the diff'rence in his love,
I'll get me fuch a colour'd periwig.

Her eyes are grey as glass, and so are mine;
Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine is high
What fhould it be that he respects in her,
But I can make refpective in myself,
If this fond love were not a blinded god?
Come, fhadow, come; and take this fhadow up;
For 'tis thy rival. O thou fenfeless form,

Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kifs'd, lov'd, and ador'd;
And were there fenfe in his idolatry,

My fubftance should be ftatued in thy ftead.
I'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' fake,
That us'd me fo; or elfe, by Jove I vow,
I fhould have fcratch'd out your unfeeing eyes,
To make my mafter out of love with thee.

Eglamour.

ACT V. SCENE I.

Near the Friar's cell, in Milan,

Enter Eglamour.

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[Exit.

THE fun begins to gild the western sky,

And now it is about the very hour

Silvia, at Friar Patrick's cell, fhould meet me.
She will not fail; for lovers break not hours,
Unless it be to come before their time;

So much they fpur their expedition.

See, where he comes.

Lady, a happy evening.

Enter Silvia.

Sil. Amen! Amen! Go on, good Eglamour,

Out at the poftern by the abbey-wall;

I fear I am attended by fome fpics,

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Egl. Fear not; the forest is not three leagues off; If we recover that, we're fure enough.

SCENE II.

[Exeunt.

Changes to an apartment in the Duke's palace.

Enter Thurio, Protheus, and Julia.

Thu. Sir Protheus, what fays Silvia to my fuit?
Pro. Oh, Sir, I find her milder than she was,
And yet fhe takes exceptions at your perfon.
Thu. What, that my leg is too long?

Pro. No; that it is too little.

Thu. I'll wear a boot to make it fomewhat rounder.
Pro. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loaths.
Thu. What fays fhe to my
face?
Pro. She fays, it is a fair one.

Thu. Nay, then the wanton lies; my face is black.
Pro. But pearls are fair; and the old faying is,
"Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes."
Jul. 'Tis true, fuch pearls as put out ladies' eyes:
For I had rather wink, than look on them. [Afide
Thu. How likes fhe my difcourfe?

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. Thu. What fays fhe to my valour?

Pro. Oh, Sir, she makes no doubt of that.

Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice,
Thu. What fays fhe to my birth?

Pro. That you are well deriv'd.

Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool,

Thu. Confiders fhe my poffeffions?

Pro. Oh, ay, and pities them,

Thu. Wherefore?

Jul. That fuch an afs fhould own them.

Pro. That they are out by leafe.

Jul. Here comes the Duke.

Enter Duke.

Duke. How now, Sir Protheus? how now, Thurio?

Which of you faw Sir Eglamour of late?

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Thu

Thu. Not I.

Pro. Nor I.

Duke. Saw you my daughter?

Pro. Neither.

Duke. Why then

She's fled unto that peafant Valentine;
And Eglamour is in her company.

'Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both,
As he in penance wander'd through the foreft,
Him he knew well, and guefs'd that it was fhe;
But, being mafk'd, he was not fure of it.
Befides, fhe did intend confeffion

At Patrick's cell this ev'n, and there she was not.
These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence,
Therefore, I pray you, ftand not to discourse,
But mount you prefently, and meet with me
Upon the rifing of the mountain-foot

That leads tow'rds Mantua, whither they are fled.
Difpatch, fweet gentlemen, and follow me.

Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,
That flies her fortune where it follows her.
I'll after, more to be reveng'd of Eglamour,
Than for the love of reckless Silvia.

[Exit Duke.

Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love,
Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her.
Ful. And I will follow more to cross that love,
Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love.

SCENE III. Changes to the foreft.

Enter Silvia and Qut-laws.

[Exeunt.

Out. Come, come, be patient: we must bring you to our captain.

Sil. A thousand more mifchances, than this one, Have learn'd me how to brook this patiently.

2 Out. Come, bring her away.

1 Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her? 3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath outrun us; But Moyfes and Valerius follow him.

Go thou with her to th' weft-end of the wood,

There

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