As you do love your Lady Silvia:
She dreams on him that has forgot her Love;
You doat on her that cares not for your Love.
'Tis pity Love should be fo contrary;
And thinking on it makes me cry alas.
Pro. Well, give her that Ring, and therewithal
This Letter; that's her Chamber: Tell my Lady,
I claim the Promise for her heav'nly Picture.
Your Meffage done, hye home unto my Chamber,
Where thou shalt find me fad and folitary.
[Exit Pro,
Jul. How many Women would do fuch a Meffage?
Alas, poor Protheus, thou haft entertain'd
A Fox to be the Shepherd of thy Lambs:
Alas, poor Fool, why do I pity him
That with his very Heart despiseth me?
Because he loves her, he defpifeth me;
Because I love him, I must pity him.
This Ring I gave him when he parted from me,
To bind him to remember my good Will;
And now I am, unhappy Messenger,
To plead for that which I would not obtain;
To carry that which I would have refus'd;
To praife his Faith, which I would have difprais'd.
I am my Master's true confirmed Love,
But cannot be true Servant to my Mafter,
Unless I prove false Traitor to my felf:
Yet will I woo for him, but yet fo coldly,
As, Heav'n it knows, I would not have him speed.
Gentlewoman, 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 she?
Jul. If you be fhe, I do entreat your Patience
To hear me speak the Meffage I am sent on.
Sil. From whom?
Jul. From my Mafter, Sir Protheus, Madam.
Sil. Oh! he fends you for a Picture?
Jul. Ay, Madam.
Sil. Vrfula, bring my Picture there.
Go, give your Mafter this; tell him from me,
One Julia, that his changing Thoughts forgot,
Would better fit his Chamber than this Shadow.
Jul. Madam, please you peruse this Letter.
Pardon me, Madam, I have unadvis'd
Deliver'd you a Paper that I fhould not;
This is the Letter to your Ladyship.
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 are stuft with Proteftations,
And full of new-found Oaths, which he will break
As eafie 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 fay a thousand times,
His Julia gave it him at his Departure:
Tho' his falfe Finger hath prophan'd the Ring,
Mine fhall not do his Julia fo much Wrong.
Jul. She thanks you.
Jul. I thank you, Madam, that you tender her; Poor Gentlewoman, my Mafter wrongs her much. Sil. Doft thou know her?
Jul. Almoft as well as I do know my self. To think upon her Woes, I do proteft,
That I have wept an hundred feveral times.
Sil. Belike the thinks that Protheus hath forfook her.
Jul. I think the doth; and that's her caufe of Sorrow.
Sil. Is the not paffing fair?
Jul. She hath been fairer, Madam, than she is;
When she did think my Master lov'd her well,
She, in my Judgment, was as fair as you.
But fince the did neglect her Looking-Glass,
And threw her Sun-expelling Mask away,
The Air hath ftarv'd the Rofes in her Cheeks,
And pinch'd the Lilly-Tin&ture of her Face,
That now fhe is become as black as I.
Jul. About my Stature: For at Penticoft, When all our Pageants of Delight were plaid, Our Youth got me to play the Woman's Part,
And I was trim'd in Madam Julia's Gown,
Which served me as fit, by all Mens 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 agood,
For I did play a lamentable Part.
Madam, 'twas Ariadne paffioning
For Thefeus Perjury, and unjuft 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 Sorrow.
Sil. She is beholding to thee, gentle Youth.
Alas, poor Lady! defolate and left;
I weep my felf to think upon thy Words.
Here Youth, there is a Purfe; I give thee this
For thy fweet Mistress fake, because thou lov'ft her:
Farewel.
[Exit Silvia.
Ful. And fhe fhall thank you for't, if e'er you know her.
A virtuous Gentlewoman, mild and beautiful.
I hope my Master's Suit will be but cold,
Since the refpects my Mistress Love so much.
Alas! how Love can trifle with it felf!
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,
Unless I flatter with my felf too much.
Her Hair is Auburn, mine is perfect Yellow.
If that be all the Difference in his Love,
I'll get me fuch a colour'd Perriwig.
Her Eyes are grey as Grafs, and fo are mine;
Ay, but her Forehead's low, and mine's as high.
What should it be that he refpects in her,
But I can make refpective in my self,
If this fond Love were not a blinded God?
Come, Shadow, come, and take this Shadow up;
For 'tis thy Rival. O thou fenfeless Form,
Thou shalt be worship'd, kiss'd, lov'd and ador'd;
And were there Sense in this Idolatry,
My Substance should be Statue in thy ftead.
I'll ufe thee kindly for thy Mistress fake,
That us'd me fo; or elfe, by Jove I vow,
I should have fcratch'd out your unfeeing Eyes,
To make my Master out of Love with thee.
Egl. and now it is about the very Hour
T
HE Sun begins to gild the Western Sky,
That 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 she comes. Lady, a happy Evening.
Enter Silvia.
Sil. Amen, Amen: Go on, good Eglamour,
Out at the Postern by the Abby-wall;
I fear I am attended by fome Spies.
Egl. Fear not; the Foreft is not three Leagues off; If we recover that, we are fure enough.
SCENE II.
Enter Thurio, Protheus and Julia.
Thu. Sir Protheus, what fays Silvia to my Suit?
Pro. Oh, Sir, I find her milder than fhe was,
And yet she 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 somewhat rounder.
Pro. But Love will not be fpurr'd to what it loaths.
Thu. What says she 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 Saying 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.
Thu. How likes fhe my Difcourfe?
Pro. Ill, when they talk of War,
But well when I discourse of Love and Peace.
Jul. But better indeed when
Thu. What fays fhe to my Valour?
Pro. Oh, Sir, fhe makes no doubt of that.
Jul. She needs not, when she knows it Cowardise.
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 owe them.
Pro. That they are out by Leafe.
Jul. Here comes the Duke.
Duke. How now, Sir Protheus? how now, Thurio? Which of you faw Sir Eglamour of late?
Duke. Saw you my Daughter?
Pro. Neither.
Duke. Why then
She's fled unto the Pefant Valentine;
And Eglamour is in her Company:
'Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both,
As he, in Penance, wander'd through the Forest:
Him he knew well, and gueft that it was fhe;
But being mask'd, he was not sure of it.
Befides, he did intend Confeffion
At Patrick's Cell this Even, and there fhe 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 toward Mantua, whither they are fled.
Dispatch, fweet Gentlemen, and follow me.
Thu. Why this it is to be a peevish Girl.
That flies her Fortune where it follows her:
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