Jul. If you be fhe, I do intreat your patience 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; Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. I will not look upon your master's lines: And full of new-found oaths; which he will break, Jul. Madam, he fends your ladyship this ring. Sil. What fay't thou? Jul. I thank you, Madam, that you tender hergra Poor gentlewoman, my mafter wrongs her mach. Sil. Dolt thou know her ? Ful. Almost as well, as I do know myself. To think upon her woes, I do proteft That I have wept an hundred feveral times. Sil. Belike, fhe thinks, that Protheus hath forfook her. Jul. I think, the doth; and that's her cause of forrow. Sil. Is he not paffing fair? ful. She hath been fairer, Madam, than fhe is: When he did think, my mafter lov'd her well, She She, in my judgment, was as fair as you. ful. About my ftature: for at Pentecoft, Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth. I weep myself, to think upon thy words. [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 mafter's fuit will be but cold; K 4 I'll get me fuch a colour'd perriwig. Her eyes are grey as glafs, and fo are mine; If this fond love were not a blinded god? SCENE, near the Friar's Cell, in Milan. Enter Eglamour. EGLAMOUR. HE fun begins to gild the western sky, TH Silvia, at Friar Patrick's cell, fhould meet me. See, where the comes. Lady, a happy evening. Sil. Amen, Amen! Go on, good Eglamour, I fear, I am attended by fome fpies. Egl. Fear not; the foreft is not three leagues off; If we recover that, we're fure enough. [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Duke's Palace. Thu. S Enter Thurio, Protheus, and Julia.. IR Protheus, what fays Silvia to my fuit? And yet she takes exceptions at your perfon. 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 fays fhe 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 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. Thu. How likes fhe Pro. Ill, when you my difcourfe? talk of war. [Afide. Thu. But well, when I discourse of love and peace? Pro. Oh, Sir, the makes no doubt of that. Pro. That you are well deriv'd. ful. True; from a gentleman to a fool. Thu. Confiders the my poffeffions? Pro. Oh, ay, and pities them. Thu. Wherefore? ful. That fuch an ass should own them. Pro. That they are out by lease. Jul. Here comes the Duke. Enter Duke. Duke. How now, Sir Protheus? how now, Thurie? Which of you faw Sir Eglamour of late? Thu. Not I. Pro. Nor I. K 5 Duke. Duke. Saw you my daughter? Duke. Why then She's fled unto that pealant Valentine; 'Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both, At Patrick's cell this ev'n, and there he was not; That leads tow'rds Mantua, whither they are fled. Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love, Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love, Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. Out: SCENE changes to the Foreft. Enter Silvia and Out-laws. [Exeunt. NOME, come, be patient; we must bring you to our Captain. C Sil. A thousand more mifchances, than this one, Have learn'd me how to brook this patiently. 2 Out. Come, bring her away. Out. Where is the gentleman, that was with her?. 3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-run us; But Mofes and Valerius follow him. Go thou with her to th' weft end of the wood, 1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's cave, Fear |