O, that our fathers would applaud our loves, SILVIA. Pro. Enough; I read your fortune in your eye: Was this the idol that you worship so? Valentine. Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint? Pro, No, but she's an earthly paragon. Val. Call her divine. Pro. I will not flatter her. Val. O, flatter me; for love delights in praises. Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills ; And I must minister the like to you. Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine, Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth. Val. Sweet, except not any, Except thou wilt except against my love. Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too; She shall be dignified with this high honor,To bear my lady's train; lest the base earth Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, And, of so great a favor growing proud, Disdain to root the summer-smelling flower, And make rough winter everlastingly. Pro. Why, Valentine what braggardism is this? Val. Pardon me, Proteus: all I can is nothing To her whose worth makes other worthies nothing; She is alone. Pro. Then let her alone. Val. Not for the world: why man, she is mine own; And I as rich in having such a jewel, As twenty seas, if all their sands were pearl, The water nectar and the rocks pure gold. SONG. Who is Silvia ? what is she? That all our swains commend her? The heavens such grace did lend her, 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 helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing That Silvia is excelling ; OLIVIA. Duke. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.— O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou! Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy, Duke. Why, so I do the noblest that I have: O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought she purged the air of pestilence; That instant was I turned into a hart; And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, E'er since pursue me.-How now? what news from her? Enter VALEntine. Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, But from her handmaid to return this answer. The element itself, till seven years heat Duke. O, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame, Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else SONG. Clo. O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming," That can sing both high and low: Trip it no further, pretty sweeting; Journey's end in lover's meeting, SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My part of death, no one so true Not a flower, not a flower sweet, My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: Lay me, O, where Fair Portia's counterfeit? What demi-god Seem they in motion? Here are sever'd lips Parted with sugar breath; so sweet a bar Should sunder such sweet friends: Here in her hairs The painter plays the spider; and hath woven Romeo. What lady's that which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight? Serv. I know not, sir. Romeo. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright, It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear: |