(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 presently, and take this ring with thee;
Deliver it to Madam Silvia.

She lov'd me well, deliver'd it to me.

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

As

Pro. Not fo: I think the lives.

Jul. Alas!

Pro. Why doft thou cry, Alas?

Jul. I cannot chufe but pity her.

Pro. Wherefore fhouldft thou pity her?

Jul. Because methinks that the lov'd 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 promise for her heav'nly picture. Your meffage done, hie home unto my chamber, Where thou shalt find me fad and folitary.

SCENE

[Exit Protheus.

VIII.

Jul. How many women would do fuch a message?
Alas! poor Protheus, thou haft entertain'd
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 muit 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,

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 disprais'd.

VOL. I.

I am my mafter's true confirmed love,
But cannot be true fervant to my master,
Unless I prove falfe traitor to myself.

Yet will 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 the ?
Jul. If you be fhe, I do intreat your patience
To hear me fpeak 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. y, 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 his fhadow.
Jul. Madam, may't please you to perufe 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're ftuft 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 Ladyfhip this ring.

Sit. The more fhame for him, that he fends it me;

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For have heard him fay a thousand times,

His Julia gave it him at his departure:

Tho' his falfe finger have profan'd the ring,
Mine fhall not do his Julia fo much wrong.
Jul. She thanks you.

Sil. What fay'it thou?

Jul. I thank you, Madam, that you tender her;

Poor gentlewoman, my master wrongs her much.
Sil. Doft thou know her?

Jul.

ful. 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 fhe doth; and that's her cause of forrow.
Sil Is the not paffing fair?

Jul. She hath been fairer, Madam, than fhe 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-glafs,
And threw her fun-expelling mask away,
The air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks,
And pitch'd the lily-tincture 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 trimm'd in Madam Julia's gown;
Which ferv'd 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, paffionirig
For Thefeus' perjury and unjuft flight;
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 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'it her.
Farewel.
[Exit Silvia.
Jul. And the fhall thank you for't, if e'er you

know her.

A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful.

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

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Alas!

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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 her's:
And yet the painter flattered her a little,
Unless 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 glafs, and so are mine;
Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine is high.
What fhould it be that he refpects in her,
But I can make refpective in myself,

If this fond love were not a blinded god?
Come, fhadow, come; and take this shadow up;
For 'tis thy rival. O thou fenseless form,

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

My fubftance fhould 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 should have fcratch'd out your unfeeing eyes,
To make my master out of love with thee.

ACT V. SCENE

Near the Friar's cell, in Milan.

Egla. THE

Enter Eglamour.

I.

[Exit.

HE 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 the comes. Lady, a happy evening.

Enter Silvia.

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

Out at the postern by the abbey-wall;

I fear I am attended by fome spies.

Egl.

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

[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 fhe was,
And yet she takes exceptions at your person.
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 lyes; 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 the my difcourfe?

Pro. Ill, when you talk of war.

Thu. But well, when I difcourfe of love and peace? Jul. But better, indeed, when you hold your peace. Thu. What fays fhe to my valour?

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

Jul. She needs not, when he 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 leale.

Jul. Here comes the Duke.

Enter Duke.

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

Which of you faw Sir Eglamour of late?

Thu.