a fault upon me that he did, I think verily, he had been hang'd for't; fure as I live, he had fuffer'd for't; you fhall judge. He thrufis me himself into the company of three or four gentlemen like dogs, under the Duke's table: he had not been there (blefs the mark) a piffing while, but all the chamber fmelt them. Out with the dog, fays one; what cur is that? fays another; whip him out, fays the third: hang him up, fays the Duke. I, having been acquainted with the fmell before, knew it was Crab, and goes me to the fellow that whips the dogs; Friend, quoth I, you mean to whip the dog? Ay, marry, do I, quoth he. You do him the more wrong, quoth I; 'twas I did the thing you wot of. He makes no more ado, but whips me out of the chamber. How many mafters would do this for their fervant? nay, I'll be fworn, I have fate in the stocks for the puddings he hath ftoll'n, otherwise he had been executed; I have ftood on the pillory for the geefe he hath kill'd, otherwife he had fuffer'd for't. Thou think'ft not of this now. Nay, I remember the trick you ferv'd me, when I took my leave of madam Silvia; did not I bid thee still mark me, and do as I do? when didft thou see me heave up my leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale? didft thou ever fee me do fuch a trick? SCENE VII. Enter Protheus and Julia. Pro. Sebaftian is thy name? I like thee well; And will employ thee in fome service presently. Jul. In what you pleafe-I'll do, Sir, what I can. Pro. I hope thou wilt How now, you whore[To Launce. Where have you been these two days loitering? Laun. Marry, Sir, I carry'd miftrefs Silvia the dog you bade me. fon peafant, Pro. And what fays fhe to my little jewel? Laun. Marry, fhe fays, your dog was a cur: and tells you, currifh thanks is good enough for fuch a present. Pro. But the receiv'd my dog? Laun. No, indeed, fhe did not: here I have brought him back again. Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me? Laun. Ay, Sir; the other fquirrel was ftoll'n from me by the hangman's boy in the market-place; and then I offer'd her mine own, who is a dog as big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater. Pro. Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again, Or ne'er return again into my fight. Away, I fay; ftay'st thou to vex me here ? [Exit Launce. Sebaftian, I have entertained thee, She lov'd me well, deliver'd it to me. Jul. It feems, you lov'd not her, to leave her to ken: + She's dead, belike. Pro. Not fo: I think, the lives. 4 It feems you lov'd her not to leave her token. Protheus does not properly leave his Lady's token, he gives it away. The old Edition has it, It feems you lov'd her not, not I should correct it thus, Pro. Pro. Why do'st thou cry, alas? Pro. Wherefore fhould'ft thou pity her? Jul. Because, methinks, that the lov'd you as well As you do love your lady Silvia : She dreams on him, that has forgot her love; You doat on her, that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love fhould be so contrary; And, thinking on it, makes me cry, alas! Pro. Well, give her that ring, and give therewithal This letter ;- that's her chamber:-tell my lady, Your meffage done, hie home unto my chamber, [Exit Protheus. VIII. SCENE Jul. How many women would do fuch a meffage? To plead for that, which I would not obtain 5 To carry that which I would have refus d. The fenfe is, To go and pre fent that which I wish to be not accepted, to praise him whom I wish to be difpraised. R 3 Un Unless I prove falfe traitor to myself. Yet will I woo for him, but yet fo coldly, Enter Silvia. Gentlewoman, good day; I pray you, be my mean Jul. From my mafter, Sir Protheus, Madam. " Sil. Urfula, bring my picture there. Go, give your mafter this: tell him from me, Deliver'd you a paper that I fhould not; This is the letter to your ladyfhip. Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. I will not look upon your master's lines; I know, they're stuft with proteftations, And full of new-found oaths; which he will break, As eafily as I do tear this paper. Jul. Madam, he fends your ladyfhip this ring. Sil. The more fhame for him that he fends it me; For, I have heard him fay a thousand times, His Julia gave it him at his departure: Tho' his falfe finger have profan'd the ring, Mine fhall not do his Julia fo much wrong. Jul. She thanks you. Sil. What fay't thou? Jul. Jul. I thank you, Madam, that you tender her; Poor gentlewoman, my malter wrongs her much. Sil. Doft thou know her? Jul. Almost as well, as I do know myself. To think upon her woes, I do proteft That I have wept an hundred-feveral times. Sil, Belike, the thinks, that Protheus hath forfook her. Jul. I think, the doth; and that's her caufe of forrow. Sil. Is fhe not paffing fair? Jul. She hath been fairer, Madam, than fhe is: • But fince he did neglect her looking glass, And threw her fun-expelling To farve the Rofes is certainly And PITCH'D the lilly-tinture of her face. i. e. turned the white tincture black, as the following line has it, That now she is become as black as I. and we fay, in common speech, as black as pitchBy the rofes being far d, is only meant their being withered, and lofing their colour. WARBURTON. R 4 This is no emendation,-none ever heard of a face being pitched by the weather. The colour of a part pinched, is livid, as it is commonly termed, black and blue. The weather may therefore be justly faid to pinch when it produces the fame vifible effect. I believe this is the reason why the cold is faid to pinch. That |