And yet fhe takes exceptions at your perfon. 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 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. [Afide. Thu. How likes fhe my difcourfe? 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 she 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. Pro. Oh, ay, and pities them. Thu. Wherefore? Jul. That fuch an ass should own them. Pro. That they are out by leafe. Jul. Here comes the Duke. Enter Duke. Duke. How now, Sir Protheus? how now, Thurio? Which of you faw Eglamour of late? Thu. Not I. Pro. Nor I. Duke. Saw you my daughter? Pro. Neither. Duke. Why then She's fled unto that peafant Valentine; And And Eglamour is in her company. 'Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both, At Patrick's cell this Ev'n, and there she 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. [Exeunt. Changes to the Forest. Enter Silvia and Out-laws.. Out. to our Captain. OME, come, be patient; we muft bring you Sil. A thousand more mifchances, than this one, Have learn'd me how to brook this patiently. 2 Out. Come, bring her away. 1 Out. Where is the gentleman, that was with her? 3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-run us ; But Moyfes and Valerius follow him. Go thou with her to th' weft end of the wood, 1 Out. Come, I muft bring you to our captain's cave. Fear not; he bears an honourable mind, And will not use a woman lawlessly. Sil. O Valentine! this I endure for thee. [Exeunt. Val. SCENE IV. The Out-laws Cave in the Foreft. Enter Valentine. OW ufe doth breed a habit in a man! Hi This fhadowy defart, unfrequented woods, And to the nightingale's complaining notes These are my mates, that make their wills their law, They love me well, yet I have much to do To keep them from uncivil outrages. Withdraw thee, Valentine: who's this comes here? Enter Protheus, Silvia, and Julia. Pro. Madam, this fervice have I done for you.. (Tho you refpect not aught your fervant doth) To hazard life, and rescue you from him, That wou'd have forc'd your honour and your love. Vouchfafe me for my meed but one fair look: A smaller boon than this I cannot beg, And lefs than this, I'm fure, you cannot give. Kal. How like a dream is this, I fee, and hear! [Afide. Love, lend me patience to forbear a while. Sil. Had I been feized by an hungry lion, Pro. What dang'rous action, food it next to death, Sil. When Protheus cannot love, where he's belov'd. Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love, For whofe dear fake thou then didst rend thy faith Into a thousand oaths; and all thofe oaths Defcended into perjury, to love me. Thou haft no faith left now, unless thou'dit two, And that's far worse than none: better have none Than plural faith, which is too much by one. Thou counterfeit to thy true friend! Pro. In love, Who respects friend? Sil. All men but Protheus. Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words Can no way change you to a milder form; I'll move you like a foldier, at arms end, And love you'gainst the nature of love; force you. Sil. Oh heav'n! Pro. I'll force thee yield to my defire. Val. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch, Thou friend of an ill fashion! Pro. Valentine! Val. Thou common friend, that's without faith or love; For fuch is a friend now: thou treach'rous man! 'm sorry, I must never trust thee more, But count the world a ftranger for thy fake. I tender't here; I do as truly fuffer, Val. Then I am paid: And once again I do receive thee honeft. Is nor of heav'n, nor earth; for these are pleas'd; And that my love may appear plain and free, Jul. Oh me unhappy! Pro. Look to the boy. [Swoons. Val. Why, boy! how now? what's the matter? look up; fpeak. Jul. O good Sir, my mafter charg'd me to deliver a ring to Madam Silvia, which, out of my neglect, was never done. Pro. Where is that ring, boy? Pro. How? let me fee: This is the ring I gave to Julia. Jul. |