I am my mafler's true confirmed love, But cannot be true fervant to my master, As, Heav'n it knows, I would not have him speed. Lady, good day; I pray you, be my mean Jul. From my mafter, Sir Protheus, Madam. Sil. Urfula, bring my picture there. Go, give your mafter this: tell him from me, 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. 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, Jul. Madam, he fends your Ladyship this ring. 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, 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. She hath been fairer, Madam, than she is. Ful. About my ftature: for at Pentecoft, Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth. 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. [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; P 2 Alas! Alas! how love can trifle with itself! Here is her picture: let me fee; I think, Her eyes are grey as glass, and so are mine; Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kifs'd, lov'd, and ador'd; My fubftance should be ftatued in thy ftead. Eglamour. ACT V. SCENE I. Near the Friar's cell, in Milan, Enter Eglamour. [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. 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, Figl 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. No; that it is too little. Thu. I'll wear a boot to make it fomewhat rounder. Thu. Nay, then the wanton lies; my face is black. 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, 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? P 3 Thu Thu. Not I. Pro. Nor I. Duke. Saw you my daughter? Pro. Neither. Duke. Why then She's fled unto that peafant Valentine; 'Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both, At Patrick's cell this ev'n, and there she was not. That leads tow'rds Mantua, whither they are fled. Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl, [Exit Duke. Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's 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 |