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198 The Two Gentlemen of VerONA.
SCENE changes to an open Place, under Silvia's

Apartment, in Milan.

Enter Prothens,
Lready I've been falle 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 boly,
To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.
When I proieit 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 forsworn
Ta biexking faith with Juha whom I lov'd.
And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips,
The leaft whereof would quell a lover's hope,
Yļi, spaniel-like, the more the spurns my love,
But here con.es Thurio : now must. we to her window,
And give fome evening music to her ear,

Enter Thurio and Musicians.
Thu. How now, Sir Protheus, are you crept before us?

Pro. Ay, gentle 7 hurio; for, you know, that love
Will
creep

in service where it cannot go.
Thu. Ay, but I hope, Sir, that you love not here,
Pio. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence,
Tu. Whom, Silvia?
Pro. Ay, Silvia, for your fáke.

9 bu. I thank you, for your own: now, Gentlemen, Let's tune, and ioit lustily a'while.

Enter Hefi, and Julia in boy's cloaths.
Hoft. Now, my young guel, methinks, your're al.
lyco.ly: I pray you, why is it?

Jul. Marry, mine hoft, because I cannot be merry.
Hajt. Cone, we'll have you merry; I'll bring you

where

where you shall hear music, and see the Gentleman
that you ask'd for.

Jul. But shall I hear him speak ?
Hoft. Ay, that

you

shall.
Jul. That will be music.
Hoft. Hark, hark !
Jul. Is he among these?
Hoft. Ay; but peace, let's hear 'em.

SON G.
Who is Silvia? what is the,

That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair and wise is she,

The heav'n such grace did lend her,

That she might admired be.
Is she kind, as she 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 doll earth dwelling:

To her let us garlands bring,
Hoft. How now are you fadder than you were
before? how do you, man? the music likes you not.

Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not.
Hoff. Why, my pretty youth?
Jul. He plays false, father,
Hoft. How, out of tune on the strings ?

Júl. Not lo; but yet fo fall, that he grieves my very heart-ftrings.

Hofi. You have a quick ear.

Jul. 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 so..
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his Lady

Hift. Hark, what fine change is in the music.
Yul. 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 resort unto this Gentlewoman?

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

Jul. Where is Larunee?

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

Jul. Peace, ftand aside, the Company parts.

Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you ; I will so plead, "That you mall say, iny cunning drift excels.

Thu. Where meet we?
Pio. Aco. Gregory's well.
I hu, Farewel,

[Exe. Thu, and Music.
Silvia, above, at her Window.
Pro. Madam, good even to your Ladyship.

Sil. I thank you for your nusic, Gentlemen : Who is that, that fpake?

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 it.
Pro. Sir Protheus, gentle Lady, and your servanc.
Sil. What is your will ?
Pro. That I may compass yours.

Sil. You have your with ; my will is even this,
That presently you hie you home to bed.
Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man !
Think'st thou, I am fo fhallow, so conceitless.
To be seduced by thy flattery,
That haft deceiv'd so many with thy vows ?

Return, return, and make thy love amends..
· For me, by this pale Queen of night, I swear,

I am so far from granting thy requeri,
That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit ;

And

And, by and by, intend to chide myself,
Ev'n for this time I spend in talking to thee.

Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a Lady; But she is dead.

Jul. (Afde.] 'Twere falie, if I hould speak it;
For, I am sure, he 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 likewise hear; that Valentine is dead.

Sil. And so, suppose, am I ; for in his grave, Afiure thysel, my love is buried.

Pro. Siveet Lady, let me rake it from the earth.

Sił. Go to thy Lady's grave and call her thence, Or, at the leaft, in hers lepulchre thine.

Jul. (Afide.] He heard not that.

Pro. Madam, if your heart be so 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 since the substance of your perfect self Is else devoted, I am but a shadow ; And to your lhadow will I make true love. Jul. (A/ade.] It 'twere a subllance, you would, lure;

deceive it, And make it but a shadow, as I am..

Sil. I'm very loath to be your ido', Sir; But since your falihood fnali become you well To wor!hip shadows, and adore falle hapes ; Send to me in the morning, and l'll send it : And so, good sett..

Pro. As wretches have o'er night, That wait for execution in the morn.

[Exe. Pro. and Sil. Jul. Hoft, will you go? Hift. By my hallidom, I was fast af:

[:ep. Jul. Pray you, where lies Sir Protheus? Hoft

. Marry, at my house : trutt me, I think, 'tis almost day

Jul..

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Jula Not so; but it hath been the longest night Thace'er I watch'd, and the moft heaviest. [Exeunt.

Enter Eglamour.
Erl. This is the hour that madam Silvia
Entreated me to call, and know her mind :
There's some great inatter she'd employ me in.
Madam, madam!

Silvia above, at her Window,
Sil. Who calls ?

Egl. Your servant, and your friend;
One that attends your Lady ship's command.

Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good morrow.

Egl. As many, worthy Lady, to yourself:
According to your Ladyship's impose,
I am thus early come, to know what service
It is your pleasure to command me in.

Sil. Oh Eglamour, thou art a Gentleman,
(Think not I flatter, for, I swear, I do not,)
Valiant and wife, remorseful, well accomplish'd ;
Thou art not ignorant, what dear good will
I bear unto the banilli'd Valentine ;
Nor how my father would enforce me marry
Vain Thurio, whom my very foul abhorr'd.
Thyself hait lov’d; and I have heard thee fay,
No grief did ever come so near thy heart,
As when thy Lady and thy true love dy'd ;
Upon whose grave thou vow'dit pure chastity.
Sir Eşlamour, I would to Valentine,
To Ríantur, where, I hear, he makes abode :
Andt, for the ways are dangerous to pass,
} do desire thy worthy company;
Upon whose faith and honour I repose.
Urge not my

father's anger, Eglameur ;
But think upon my grief, a Lady's grief;
And on the jaftice of my flying hence;
To keep me from a most unholy match,
Which heav'n and fortune ftill reward with plagues :
I do desire thee, even ium a heart

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