Jul. Not a whit, when it jars fo.

Hoft. Hark, what fine change is in the mufic.
Jul. Ay; that change is the fpight.

Hoft. You would have them always play but one thing?

Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. But, hoft, doth this Sir Protheus, that we talk on, Often refort unto this gentlewoman?

Hoft I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, he lov'd her out of all nick.

Jul. Where is Launce?

Hoft. Gone to feek his dog, which to-morrow, by his master's command, he must carry for a present to his lady.

Jul. Peace, ftand afide, the company parts.

Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you; I will fo plead, That you fhall fay, my cunning drift excels.

Thu. Where meet we?

Pro. t St. Gregory's well.
Thu. Farewel.

[Exeunt Thurio and mufic.

SCENE IV. Silvia above, at her window.

Pro. Madam, good even to your Ladyfhip. Sil. I thank you for your mufic, Gentlemen: Who is that that ipake?

Pro. One, Lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice.

Sil. Sir Protheus, as I take.

Pro. Sir Protheus, gentle Lady, and your fervant. Sil. What is your will?

Pro. That I may compafs your's.

Sil. You have your with; my will is even this,

That prefently you hie you home to bed.
Thou fubtle, perjur'd, falfe, difloyal man?
Think't thou I am fo fhallow, fo conceitlefs,
To be feduced by thy flattery,

That haft deceiv'd fo many with thy vows?
Return, return, and make thy love amends.
For me, by this pale Queen of night, I fwear,
I am fo far from granting thy request,
That I defpife thee for thy wrongful fuit;
And, by and by, intend to chide myself,

Ev'n for this time I spend in talking to thee.

Pro. I grant, fweet love, that I did love a lady; but fhe is dead.

Jul. [afide.] 'Twere falfe, if I fhould fpeak it; For I am fure fhe is not buried.

Sil. Say that the be; yet Valentine, thy friend, Survives; to whom, thyself art witness,

1 am betroth'd; and art thou not asham'd To wrong him with thy importunacy?

Pro. I likewife hear, that Valentine is dead. Sil. And fo, fuppofe, am I; for in his grave, Affure thyfelf, my love is buried.

Pro. Sweet Lady, let me rake it from the earth. Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her thence, Or, at the leaft, in her's fepulchre thine.

Jul. [afide] He heard not that.

Pro. Madam, if that your heart be fo obdurate,
Vouchfafe me yet your picture for my love,
The picture that is hanging in your chamber:
To that I'll fpeak, to that I'll figh and weep:
For fince the substance of your perfect felf
Is elfe devoted, I am but a fhadow;
And to your fhadow will I make true love.

Jul. [afide] If 'twere a substance, you would, fure,
deceive it,

And make it but a fhadow, as I am.

Sil. I'm very loth to be your idol, Sir;

But fince your falfehood fhall become you well
To worship fhadows, and adore falfe fhapes;
Send to me in the morning, and I'll fend it:
And fo, good rest.

Pro. As wretches have o'er night,

That wait for execution in the morn.

[Exeunt Protheus and Silvia.

Jul. Hoft, will you go?

Hoft. By my hallidom, I was faft asleep.

Jul. Pray you, where lies Sir Protheus ?

Hoft. Marry, at my houfe: truft me, I think, 'tis almost day.

Jul. Not fo; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watch'd, and the moft heavieft. [Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE V. Enter Eglamour.

Egl. This is the hour that Madam Silvia Intreated me to call, and know her mind: There's fome great matter she'd employ me in.. Madam, Madam!

Silvia above, at her window.

Sil. Who calls?

Egl. Your fervant, and your friend;

One that attends your Ladyfhip's command.

Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good morrow. Egl. As many, worthy Lady, to yourself. According to your Ladyfhip's impose,

I am thus early come, to know what fervice
It is your pleasure to command me in.

Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,
(Think not flatter, for I fwear I do not),
Valiant and wife, remorfeful, well accomplish'd;
Thou art not ignorant, what dear good-will
I bear unto the banish'd Valentine;

Nor how my father would enforce me marry
Vain Thurio, whom my very foul abhorr'd.
Thyfelf haft lov'd; and I have heard thee say,
No grief did ever come fo near thy heart,
As when thy lady and thy true love dy'd;
Upon whofe grave thou vow'dft pure chastity.
Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,
To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode :
And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,
I do defire thy worthy company;
Upon whofe faith and honour I repofe.
Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour;
But think upon my grief, a lady's grief;
And on the juftice of my flying hence;
To keep me from the most unholy match,
Which heav'n and fortune ftill reward with plagues.
I do defire thee, even from a heart

As full of forrows as the fea of fands,
To bear me company, and go with me:
If not, to hide what I have faid to thee,
That I may venture to depart alone.

Egl.

Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances;
Which, fince I know they virtuously are place'd,
I give confent to go along with you;

Recking as little what betideth me,

As much I with all good befortune you.
When will you go?

Sil. This evening coming.
Egl. Where fhall I meet you?
Sil. At Friar Patrick's cell;
Where I intend holy confeffion.

Egl. I will not fail your Ladyfhip:
Good morrow, gentle Lady.

Sil. Good morrow, kind Sir Eglamour. [Exeunt,
SCENE VI. Enter Launce with his dog.

0,

• When a man's fervant fhall play the cur with him, • look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up of a puppy, one that I faved from drowning, when three < or four of his blind brothers and fifters went to it! I have taught him, even as one would fay precisely, Thus I would teach a dog. I went to deliver him, as a prefent to Mistress Silvia from my master; and I came no fooner into the dining-chamber, but he steps me to her trencher, and steals her capon's leg. 'tis a foul thing, when a cur cannot keep himself in all companies! I would have, as one should fay, onẹ that takes upon him to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all things. If I had no more wit ⚫ than he, to take a fault upon me that he did, I think verily, he had been hang'd for't; fure as I live, he had fuffer'd for't; you fhall judge. He thrusts me ⚫ himself into the company of three or four gentlemanlike dogs, under the Duke's table: he had not been there (blefs the mark) a piffing while, but all the chamber felt him. Out 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 me 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

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no more ado, but whips me out of the chamber. • How many masters would do this for their fervant! nay, I'll be fworn, I have fat in the stocks for the puddings he hath stol'n, otherwise he had been executed; I have stood on the pillory for the geese he • hath kill'd, otherwife he had fuffer'd for't. Thou think'st not of this now. Nay, I remember the trick you ferv'd me, when I took my leave of Madam Julia; did not I bid thee ftill mark me, and do as I do; when didft thou fee me heave up my leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale ? • didst thou ever see me do such a trick?

SCENE VII. Enter Protheus and Julia. Pro. Sebaftian is thy name? I like thee well; And will employ thee in fome service presently. Jul. In what you pleafe: I'll do, Sir, what I can. Pro. I hope thou wilt- How now, you whorefon peafant,

Where have you been these two days loitering? Laun. Marry, Sir, I carry'd Miftrefs Silvia the dog you bade me.

Pro. And what fays fhe to my little jewel?

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

Pro. But the receiv'd my dog?

Laun. No, indeed, she did not: here have I brought him back again.

Pro. What, didft thou offer her this from me?

Laun. Ay, Sir; the other fquirrel was ftol'n from me by the hangman's boy in the market-place; and then I offer'd her mine own, who is a dog as big as ten of your's, and therefore the gift the greater.

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

Away, I fay: ftay'ft thou to vex me here?

A flave, that, still an end, turns me to fhame.

Sebaftian, I have entertained thee,

[Exit Launce.

Partly, that I have need of fuch a youth,
That can with fome difcretion do my bufinefs:

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