with the dog, fays one; what cur is that? fays another; whip him out, fays the third, hang him up, fays the Duke. I, having been acquainted with the fmell, before, knew it was Crab, and goes ine to the fellow that, whips, the dogs; friend, quoth I, you mean to whip the dog? Ay, marry do I, quoth, he. You do him the more wrong, quoth I; 'twas I did the thing you wot of... He makes no more ado, but whips me out of the chamber. How many mafters would do this for their fervant? nay, I'll be fworn, I have fat in the ftocks for the puddings he hath stolen, otherwife he had been executed; I have stood on the pillory for the geefe he hath killed, otherwise he had fuffered for't. Thou thinkeft not of this now. Nay, I remember the trick you ferved me, when I took my leave of Madam Silvia; did not I bid thee still mark me, and do as I do? when.. didit thou fee me heave up my leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale? didit thou ever fee me do fuch a trick?

Enter PROTHEUS and JULIA

Pro. Sebaftian is thy name? I like thee well; And will employ thee in fome fervice prefently. Jul. In what you pleafe: I'll do, Sir, what I can... Pro. I hope thou wilt.-How now, you whore-fon peafant,..

Where have you been these two days loitering? Laun. Marry, Sir, I carried Miltrels Silvia the dog you bade me.

Pro. And what fays fhe to my little jewel?

Laun. Marry, the fays your dog was a cur; and.. tells you, currifh thanks is good enough for fuch a prefent.

Pro. But the received my dog?

Laun. No, indeed, fhe did not fo; here have I brought him back again..

Pro. What, didft thou offer her this from me? Laun. Ay, Sir; the other fquirrel was stolen from me by the hangman's boy 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's the greater.

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Pro. Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again, Or ne'er return again into my fight.

Away, I fay; ftayeft thou to vex me here? A flave, that, still an end, turns me to shame. [Exit Launce.

Sebaftian, I have entertained thee,:

Partly that I have need of fuch a youth,
That can with fome difcretion do my business:
(For 'tis no trufting to yon foolish lowt:)
But, chiefly for thy face and thy behaviour;
Which, if my augury deceive me not,.
Witnefs good bringing up, fortune and truth:
Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thee.
Go prefently, and take this ring with thee;
Deliver it to Madam Silvia..

She loved me well delivered it to me..

Jul. It feems you loved not her, to leave her token: She's dead, belike.

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Pro. Not fo: I think fhe lives.

Jul. Alas!

Pro. Why dost thou cry, alas?

Jul. I cannot chufe but pity her.

Pro. Wherefore fhouldft thou pity her?

Jul. Because, methinks, that fhe loved you as well 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 fhould be fo contrary;

And, thinking on it, makes me cry, alas!

Pro. Well, give her that ring, and give therewithal This letter; that's her chamber: tell my Lady,

I claim the promife of her heav'nly picture.
Your meffage done, hie home unto my chamber,
Where thou fhalt find me fad and folitary.

3. [Exit Pro...
Jul. How many women would do fuch a meffage?
Alas, poor Protheus, thou haft entertained
A fox to be the fhepherd of thy lambs:.
Alas, poor fool, why do I pity him,
That with his very heart defpifeth 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 meffenger,

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To plead for that which I would not obtain;
carry that which I would have refused;
To praise his faith which I would have difpraised.
I am my master's true confirmed love,
But cannot be true fervant to my mafter,
Unless I prove false traitor to myself.
Yet will I woo for him, but yet fo coldly,
As, Heaven it knows, I would not have him speed.
Enter SILVIA.

Lady, good day; I pray you, be my mean-
To bring me where to speak with Madam Silvia.
Sil. What would you with her, if that I be fhe?
ful. 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 master, 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 letter.
Pardon me, Madam, I have unadvised
Delivered you a paper that I fhould not;
This is the letter to your Ladyship.

Sii. 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 ftuffed with protestations,

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

Jul. Madam, he fends your Ladyfhip this ring. Sil. The more flame 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 falle finger hath profaned the ring, Mine fhall not do his Julia fo much wrong. Jul. She thanks you.

Sil. What fayest thou?

Jul. I thank you, Madam, that you tender her; Poor Gentlewoman! my mafter wrongs her much. -Sil. Doft 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 fhe thinks that Protheus hath forfook her.

Jul. I think the doth; and that's her caufe of forrow.

Sil. Is fhe not paffing fair?

Jul. She hath been fairer, Madam, than fhe is. When she did think my master loved her well, She, in my judgment, was as fair as you: But fince the did neglect her looking-glafs, And threw her fun-expelling mask away, The air hath starved the roles in her cheeks,.

And pinched the lily-tinature of her face,
That now fhe is become as black as I..
Sil. How tall was fhe?

Jul. 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 trim'd in Madam Julia's gown;
Which ferved 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 a-good,
For I did play a lamentable part.
Madam, 'twas Ariadne, paffioning
For Thefeus' perjury and unjust fight;
Which I fo lively acted with my tears,
That my poor miftrefs, 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 wept myself, to think upon thy words.

Here, youth, there is my purfe; I give thee this
For thy fweet mistress' fake, because thou loveft hers
Farewel.
[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 mistress' love fo much.
Alas! how love can trifle with itfelf!
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 flattered her a little,
Unless I flatter with myself too much.
Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow.