(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

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Jul. It feems, you lov'd not her, to leave her token:

She's dead, belike.

Pro. Not fo: I think fhe lives.

Ful. Alas!

Pro. Why doft thou cry, Alas?

Jul. I cannot chufe but pity her.

Pro. Wherefore fhouldst thou pity her?

Jul. Becaule methinks that the lov'd you as well

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 thould 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 for her heav'nly picture. Your meffage done, hie home unto my chamber, Where thou fhalt find me fad and folitary.

SCENE

[Exit Protheus.

VIII.

Jul. How many women would do fuch a meffage ?
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 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 meffenger,

To plead for that which I would not obtain ;
To carry that which I would have refus'd;

To praise his faith, which I would have difprais'd.-
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I am my master's true confirmed love,
But cannot be true fervant to my mafter,
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 message I am sent on.
Sil. From whom?

Jul. From my mafter, Sir Protheus, Madam.
Sil. Oh! he fends you for a picture?
Ful. 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 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 mafter's lines;

I know they're stuft with protestations.

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

Jul. Madam, he fends your Ladyfhip this ring. Sil. The more fhame 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 have profan'd the ring, Mine fhall not do his Julia fo much wrong. Jul. She thanks you.

Sil. What fay'st thou?

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

Jul.

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ul. Almoft as well as I do know myself.

think upon
t I have wept an hundred several times.

her woes, I do protest,

V. Belike fhe thinks that Protheus hath forfook her.

ul. I think he doth; and that's her cause of forrow. il. Is the not paffing fair?

ful. She hath been fairer, Madam, than fhe is.
hen she did think my master lov'd her well,
e, in my judgment, was as fair as you.
at fince the did neglect her looking-glafs,
nd threw her fun-expelling mask away,
he air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks,
And pitch'd the lily-tinature of her face,
That now she 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 the 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!

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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 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 miftrefs' love fo much..

Alas! how love çan 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 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 glass, and fo 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 shadow up;
For 'tis thy rival. O thou fenfelefs form,

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

My fubftance fhould be statued 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.

[Exit.

ACT

V.

SCENE I

Near the Friar's cell, in Milan.

Enter Eglamour.

Egla. And now it is about the very hour
THE
THE fun begins to gild the western sky,

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 poftern by the abbey-wall;

I fear I am attended by fome fpies.

Egl.

Egl. Fear not; the forest is not three leagues off; If we recover that, we're sure 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 fhe 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 fpurr'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 fhe 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, the makes no doubt of that.

Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.

Thu. What fays fhe to my birth?

Pre 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.

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

Which of you faw Sir Eglamour of late?

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