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 service 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.

SCENE III.

Enter Hoft, and Julia in boy's cloaths.

HOST. Now, my young guest, methinks, you're allycholly: I pray you, why is it?

JUL. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry.

HOST. Come, we'll have you merry; I'll bring you where you fhall hear mufick, and fee the gentleman that you afk'd for.

JUL. But fhall I hear him speak?
HOST: Ay, that you hall.

JUL. That will be mufick.

HOST. Hark, hark.

JUL. Is he among these?

HOST. 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 fhe:

The heav'ns fuch grace did lend her,
That she might admired be.

Is the 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 to Silvia let us fing,

That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling:

To her let us garlands bring.

HOST. How now, are you fadder than you were before? how do you, man? the mufick likes you not.

JUL. You miftake; the musician likes me not.

HOST. Why, my pretty youth?

JUL. He plays false, father.

HOST. How, out of tune on the ftrings"?

JUL. Not fo; but yet so false, that he grieves my very heart-ftrings.

HOST. You have a quick ear.

JUL. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me have a flow heart.

HOST. I perceive you delight not in mufick.

JUL. Not a whit, when it jars fo.

HOST. Hark, what fine change is in the mufick.

JUL. Ay, that change is the fpite.

HOST. 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?

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

JUL. Where is Launce?

HOST. Gone to feek his dog, which to-morrow, by his master's command, he must carry for a present to his lady. JUL. Peace, ftand aside, the company parts.

PRO. Sir Thurio, fear not you; I will fo plead, That you shall say, my cunning drift excels.

THU. Where meet we?

PRO. At St. Gregory's well.

THU. Farewel.

[Exeunt Thurio and mufick.

SCENE IV.

Silvia above, at her window.

PRO. Madam, good even to your ladyship.
SIL. I thank you for your musick, gentlemen:

Who is that, that spake?

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 fervant.
SIL. What is your will?

PRO. That I may compafs yours.

SIL. You have your wish; my will is even this,

That prefently you hie you home to bed.

Thou fubtle, perjur'd, false; difloyal man!
Think'ft thou I am fo fhallow, fo conceitless,
To be feduced 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 request,
That I defpife thee for thy wrongful fuit ;

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 he is dead.

JUL. "Twere falfe, if I should speak it;

For, I am fure, fhe is not buried.

SIL. Say, that the be; yet Valentine, thy friend,
Survives; to whom, thyself art witness,

I am betroth'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 thyself, 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 least, in hers fepulchre thine.

- JUL. He heard not that.

PRO. Madam, if that your heart be so obdurate,
Vouchsafe 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.

[afide.]

[afide.]

JUL. If 'twere a fubftance, you, would, fure deceive it,

And make it but a fhadow, as I am.

SIL. I'm very loth to be your idol, Sir;

But fince you're falfe, it shall become

you

well

To worship fhadows, and adore false shapes,
Send to me in the morning, and I'll fend it:
And fo, good reft.

[afide.]

PRO. As wretches have o'er night,

That wait for execution in the morn.

JUL. Hoft, will you go?

[Exe. Pro. and Sil.

HOST. By my hallidom, I was fast asleep.

JUL. Pray you, where lies Sir Protheus?

HOST. Marry, at my house: trust 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 heaviest.

SCENE V.

Enter Eglamour.

EGL. This is the hour that madam Silvia

Entreated me to call, and know her mind:
There's fome great matter 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 thousand 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 pleasure to command me in.

SIL. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,
(Think not I flatter, for, I fwear, I do not)
Valiant and wife, remorseful, 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