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And yet fhe takes exceptions at your perfon.
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 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
Pro. Ill, when you

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.
Thu. Confiders fhe my poffeffions?

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,
As he in penance wander'd through the foreft:
Him he knew well, and guefs'd that it was she;
But, being mafk'd, he was not sure of it.
Befides, fhe did intend confeffion

At Patrick's cell this Ev'n, and there she was not:
Thefe likelihoods confirm her flight from hence.
Therefore, I pray you, fland not to discourse,
But mount you presently, and meet with me
Upon the rifing of the mountain-foot

That leads tow'rds Mantua, whither they are fled.
Dispatch, fweet gentlemen, and follow me. [ExitDuke.
Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,
That flies her fortune where it follows her:
I'll after, more to be reveng'd of Eglamour,
Than for the love of reckless Silvia.

Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love,
Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her.

Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love, Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. [Exeunt.

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Changes to the Forest.

Enter Silvia and Out-laws..

Out. to our Captain.
COM

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,
There is our captain: follow him, that's fled.
The thicket is befet, he cannot 'fcape.

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,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns.
Here can I fit alone, unseen of any,

And to the nightingale's complaining notes
Tune my diftreffes, and record my woes.
O thou, that doft inhabit in my breast,
Leave not the manfion fo long tenantlefs;
Left, growing ruinous, the building fall,
And leave no memory of what it was.
Repair me with thy prefence, Silvia;
Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn fwain.
What hallo'ing, and what ftir, is this to day?

These are my mates, that make their wills their law,
Have fome unhappy paffenger in chase.

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. O miferable, unhappy that I am !
Pro. Unhappy were you, Madam, ere I came ;
But by my coming I have made you happy.
Sil. By thy approach thou mak'st me most unhappy.
Jul. And me,when he approacheth to your prefence.
[Afide.

Sil. Had I been feized by an hungry lion,
I would have been a breakfast to the beaft,
Rather than have false Protheus refcue me.
Oh, heav'n be judge, how I love Valentine,
Whofe life's as tender to me as my foul;
And full as much, for more there cannot be,
I do deteft falfe perjur'd Protheus :-
Therefore be gone, follicit me no more.

Pro. What dang'rous action, food it next to death,
Would I not undergo for one calm look ?
Oh, 'tis the curfe in love, and fill approv'd,
When women cannot love, where they're belov'd.

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!
Thou haft beguil'd my hopes; nought but mine eye
Could have persuaded me. Now I dare not fay,
I have one friend alive; thou wouldst disprove me.
Who fhould be trufted now, when the right hand
Is perjur'd to the bofom? Protheus,

'm sorry, I must never trust thee more,

But count the world a ftranger for thy fake.
The private wound is deepeft. Oh time, moft accurft!
'Mongft all foes, that a friend fhould be the worst!
Pro. My fhame and guilt confound me :
Forgive me, Valentine; if hearty forrow
Be a fufficient ranfom for offence,

I tender't here; I do as truly fuffer,
As e'er I did commit.

Val. Then I am paid:

And once again I do receive thee honeft.
Who by repentance is not fatisfy'd,

Is nor of heav'n, nor earth; for these are pleas'd;
By penitence th' Eternal'swrath's appeas'd.

And that my love may appear plain and free,
All, that was mine in Silvia, I give thee.

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?
Jul. Here 'tis: this is it.

Pro. How? let me fee:

This is the ring I gave to Julia.

Jul.

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