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Deliver it to madam Silvia ;
She loved me well, deliver'd it to me.
Jul. It seems, you loved her not, to leave her

token: She's dead, belike. Pro.

Not so; I think, she lives. Jul. Alas! Pro. Why dost thou cry, alas ? Jul. I cannot choose but pity her. Pro. Wherefore should'st thou pity her ?

Jul. Because, methinks, that she lov'd you as well As

you do love your lady Silvia: She dreams on him, that has forgot her love; You dote on her, that cares not for your

love. 'Tis pity, love should be so contrary; And thinking on it makes me cry, alas !

Pro. Well, give her that ring, and therewithal This letter;- That's her chamber. - Tell my lady, I claim the promise for her heavenly picture. Your message done, hie home unto my chamber, Where thou shalt find me sad and solitary.

[Exit PROTEUS. Jul. How many women would do such a message?

Proteus! thou hast entertain'd
A fox, to be the shepherd of thy lambs :
Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him
That with his very heart despiseth me?
Because he loves her, he despiseth 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 am I (unhappy messenger)
To plead for that which I would

not obtain ;

that which I would have refus'd; To praise his faith, which I would have disprais'd I am my master's true confirmed love; But cannot be true servant to my master, Unless I prove false traitor to myself.

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Yet I will woo for him : but yet so coldly,
As, heaven it knows, I would not have him speed.

Enter SILVIA, attended.
Gentlewoman, 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 she?

Jul. If you be she, I do entreat your patience
To hear me speak the message I am sent on.

Sil. From whom?
Jul. From my master, sir Proteus, madam.
Sil. O!- he sends

you for a picture?
Jul. Ay, madam.
Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there.

[Picture brought.
Go, give your master this : tell him from me,
One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget,
Would better fit his chamber than this shadow.

Jul. Madam, please you peruse this letter. Pardon, me, madam; I have unadvis'd Deliver'd

you a paper that I should 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 are stuffd with protestations,
And full of new-found oaths; which he will break
As easily as I do tear his

Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring.

Sil. The more shame for him that he sends it me:
For I have heard him say a thousand times,
His Julia gave it him at his departure :
Though his false finger hath profan'd the ring,
Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong.

Jul. She thanks you.
Sil. What say'st thou ?

Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her: Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much.

Sil. Dost 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, she thinks that Proteus hath forsook

Juli I think she doth, and that's her cause of

Sil. Is she not passing fair ?

Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is:
When she did think my master lov'd her well,
She, in my judgment, was as fair as you;
But since she did neglect her looking-glass,
And threw her sun-expelling mask away,
The air hath stary'd the roses in her cheeks,
And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face,
That now she is become as black as I.

Sil. How tall was she?

Jul. About my stature : for, at Pentecost,” ,
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 served me as fit, by all men's judgment,
As if the garment had been made for me;
Therefore, I know she is about my height.
And, at that time, I made her weep a-good,
For I did play a lamentable part:
Madam, 'twas Ariadne, passioning
For Theseus' perjury, and unjust flight;
Which I so lively acted with my tears,

my poor mistress, moved therewithal, Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead If I in thought felt not her very sorrow!

Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth !-
Alas, poor lady! desolate and left!

myself, to think upon thy words.
Here, youth, there is my purse; I give thee this

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For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lov'st

her. Farewell.

[Exit Silvia. Jul. And she shall thank you for't, if e'er you

know her.
A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful.
I hope my master's suit will be but cold,
Since she respects my mistress' love so much.
Alas, how love can trifle with itself!
Here is her picture: Let me see ; I think,
If I had such a tires, this face of mine
Were full as lovely as is this of hers :
And yet the painter flatter'd her a little,
Unless I flatter with myself too much.
Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow :
If that be all the difference in his love,
I'll get me such a colour'd periwig.
Her eyes are grey as glass; and so are mine :
Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine's as high.
What should it be, that he respects in her,
But I can make respective in myself,
If this fond love were not a blinded god ?
Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up,
For 'tis thy rival. O thou senseless form,
Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, lov'd, and ador'd ;
And, were there sense in his idolatry,
My substance should be statue in thy stead.
I'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' sake,
That us'd me so; or else, by Jove I vow,
I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes,
To make my master out of love with thee. [Exit.

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Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky;
And it is about the very hour
That Silvia, at Patrick's cell, should meet me.
She will not fail; for lovers break not hours,
Unless it be to come before their time;
So much they spur their expedition.

See, where she comes : Lady, a happy evening!

Sil. Amen, amen! go on, good Eglamour !
Out at the postern by the abbey wall;
I fear, I am attended by some spies.

Egi. Fear not : the forest is not three leagues off;
If we recover that, we are sure enough. [Exeunt.


The saine.

An' Apartment in the Duke's Palace.

Silvia to my

Enter ThuRIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA. Thu, Sir Proteus, what says

suit? Pro. O, sir, I find her milder than she 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 somewhat rounder.


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