SCENE changes to an open Place, under Silvid's Apartment, in Milan.

Enter Protheus.

Pro. Lready I've been falfe to Valentine,
And now I must be as unjust to Thurio.

Under the colour of commending him,.
I have access my own love to prefer:
But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,
To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.
When I protell true loyalty to her,
She twits me with my falihood to my
friend;
When to her beauty I commend my vows,
She bids me think, how I have been forfworn
In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov'd.
And, notwithstanding all her fudden quips,
The leaft whereof would quell a lover's hope,
Yet, fpaniel-like, the more the fpurns my love,
The more it grows, and fawneth on her still.
But here conies Thurio: now muft we to her window,
And give fome evening mufic to her ear.

Enter Thurio and Muficians.

Thu. How now, Sir Protheus, are you crept before us ? Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for, you know, that love Will creep in fervice where it cannot go.

Thu. Ay, but I hope, Sir, that you love not here.
Pro. Sir, but I do; or elfe I would be hence.

Thu. Whom, Silvia?

Pro. Ay, Silvia, for your fake.

Thu. I thank you, for your own now, Gentlemen, Let's tune, and to it luftily a while.

Enter Heft, and Julia in boy's cloaths.

Hoft. Now, my young guef, methinks, your're al lycolly: I pray you, why is it?

Jul. Marry, mine hoft, becaufe I cannot be merry. Haft. Come, we'll have you merry I'll bring you

where

where you fhall hear mufic, and see the Gentleman that you afk'd for.

ful. But fhall I hear him speak?
Hoft. Ay, that you fhall.

Jul. That will be mufic.
Hoft. Hark, hark!

Jul. Is he

among thefe ?*

Hoft. Ay; but peace, let's hear 'em.

SONG.

Who is Silvia? what is fhe,

That all our fwains commend her?
Holy, fair and wife is the,

The heav'n fuch grace did lend her,
That the might admired be.

Is the kind, as he is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness.
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness:
And being help'd, inhabits there.

Then Silvia let us fing,

That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing

Upon the dull earth dwelling:

To her let us garlands bring.

Hoft. How now? are you fadder than you were before? how do you, man? the mufic likes you not. Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not.

Hoff. Why, my pretty youth?

Jul. He plays falfe, father,

Hoft. How, out of tune on the ftrings?

Jul. Not fo; but yet fo falfe, that he grieves my

very heart-ftrings.

Hoft. You have a quick ear.

ful. Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a flow heart.

Hoft. I perceive, you delight not in mufic.

Jul. Not a whit, when it jars fo..

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Hoft.

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?

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

ful. Where is Launce?

Hof. Gone to feek his dog, which to-morrow, by his mafter'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. At S. Gregory's well.

bu, Farewel.

[Exe. Tha, and Mufic.

Silvia, above, at her Window.

Pro. Madam, good even to your Ladyship.
Sil. I thank you for your mufic, Gentlemen:

Who is that, that fpake?

Pro. Gne, 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 it.

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

Pro. That I may compafs yours.

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'ft 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

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 the is dead.

Jul. [Afide.] 'Twere falie, if I should speak it;
For, I am fure, fhe is not buried.

Sil. Say, that fhe be; yet Valentine, thy friend,
Survives; to whom, thyself art witness,
I am betroath'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 thyfel, 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 hers fepulchre thine.
Jul. [Afide.] He heard not that.

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

And to your fhadow will I make true love.

Ful. [Afide.] If 'twere a fubflance, you would, fure, deceive it,

And make it but a fhadow, as I am..

Sil. I'm very loath to be your ido', Sir; But fince your falfhood fhall become you well To worship fhadows, and adore falle shapes Send to me in the morning, and I'll fend it ; And fo, good left..

Pro. As wretches have o'er night,

That wait for execution in the morn.

Jul. Hoft, will you go?

[Exe. Pro. and Sil.

Hoft. By my hallidom, I was faft af:ep.
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 most heavieft.

Enter Eglamour.

El. This is the hour that madam Silvia Entreated me to call, and know her mind: There's fome great inatter fhe'd employ me in. Madam, madam!

Silvia above, at her Window.

Sil. Who calls?

Egl. Your fervant, and your friend;
One that attends your Ladyship's command.

[Exeunt..

Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thoufand times good morrow. Egl. As many, worthy Lady, to yourself: According to your Ladyship's impofe,

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

Sil. Oh Eglamour, thou art a Gentleman,
(Think not I 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 fay,
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 a moft unholy match,
Which heav'n and fortune ftill reward with plagues:
I do defire thee, even nem a heart

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