And, for the ways are dangerous to pass, 30 Which heaven and fortune still rewards with plagues. I do desire thee, even from a heart As full of sorrows as the sea of sands, Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances; As much I wish all good befortune you. Sil. This evening coming. Egl. Where shall I meet you? Sil. 40 At Friar Patrick's cell, Where I intend holy confession. Egl. I will not fail your ladyship. Good morrow, gentle lady. Sil. Good morrow, kind Sir Eglamour. [Exeunt severally. SCENE IV. The same. Enter LAUNCE, with his Dog. Launce. When a man's servant shall play the cur with him, look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up of a puppy; one that I saved from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it. I have taught him, even as one would say precisely, 'thus I would teach a dog.' I was sent to deliver him as a present to Mistress Silvia from my master; and I came no sooner into the dining-chamber but he steps me to her trencher and steals her capon's leg: 0, 'tis a foul thing when a cur cannot keep himself in all companies! I would have, as one should say, one that takes upon him to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all things. If I had not had more wit than he, to take a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he had been hanged for't; sure as I live, he had suffered for't; you shall judge. He thrusts me himself into the company of three or four gentlemanlike dogs, under the duke's table: he had not been there-bless the mark!—a pissing while, but all the chamber smelt him. 'Out with the dog!' says one: ‘What cur is that?' says another: 'Whip him out' says the third: 'Hang him up' says the duke. I, having been acquainted with the smell 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 1 did the thing you wot of.' He makes me no more ado, but whips me out of the chamber. How many masters would do this for his servant? Nay, I'll be sworn, I have sat in the stocks for puddings he hath stolen, otherwise he had been executed; I have stood on the pillory for geese he hath killed, otherwise he had suffered for't. Thou thinkest not of this now. Nay, I remember the trick you served me when I took my leave of Madam Silvia: did not I bid thee still mark me and do as I do? when didst thou see me heave up my leg and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale? didst thou ever see me do such a trick? Enter PROTEUS and JULIA. Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well And will employ thee in some service presently. Jul. In what you please: I'll do what I can. Pro. I hope thou wilt. [To Launce] How now, you whoreson peasant! Where have you been these two days loitering? Launce. Marry, sir, I carried Mistress Silvia the dog you bade me. 50 Pro. And what says she to my little jewel? Launce. Marry, she says your dog was a cur, and tells you currish thanks is good enough for such a present. Pro. But she received my dog? Launce. No, indeed, did she not: here have I brought him back again. Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me? Launce. Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman boys in the marketplace: and then I offered 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 sight. Away, I say! stay'st thou to vex me here? [Exit Launce. A slave, that still an end* turns me to shame! Sebastian, I have entertained thee, *In the end. Partly that I have need of such a youth That can with some discretion do my business, 70 Witness good bringing up, fortune and truth: She loved me well deliver'd it to me. Jul. It seems you loved not her, to leave her token. Jul. Not so; I think she lives. 80 Pro. Why dost thou cry 'alas'? But pity her. Pro. I cannot choose Wherefore should'st thou pity her? Jul. Because methinks that she loved you as well As you do love your lady Silvia: She dreams on him that has forgot her love; 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking on it makes me cry 'alas!' Pro. Well, give her that ring and therewithal This letter. That's her chamber. Tell my lady I claim the promise for her heavenly picture. Your message done, hie home unto my chamber, Where thou shalt find me, sad and solitary. [Exit. Jul. How many women would do such à message? Alas, poor Proteus! thou hast entertain'd A fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs. To plead for that which I would not obtain, 100 To praise his faith which I would have dispraised. Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean Jul. From my master, Sir Proteus, madam. Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there. 120 Go give your master this: tell him from me, One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget, Would better fit his chamber than this shadow. Jul. Madam, please you peruse this letter.— Pardon me, madam; I have unadvised Deliver'd you a paper that I should not: Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. I will not look upon your master's lines: Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. it me; For I have heard him say a thousand times Though his false finger have profaned the ring, Sil. What say'st thou? 140 Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender* her. Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. Sil. Dost thou know her? *Consider. Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself: To think upon her woes I do protest That I have wept a hundred several times. 150 Sil. Belike she thinks that Proteus hath forsook her. Jul. I think she doth; and that's her cause of sorrow. Sil. Is she not passing fair? Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is: When she did think my master loved her well, She, in my judgement, was as fair as you; But since she did neglect her looking-glass And threw her sun-expelling mask away, The air hath starved the roses in her cheeks And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face, That now she is become as black as I. Sil. How tall was she? 160 Jul. About my stature; for at Pentecost, When all our pageants of delight were play'd, Our youth got me to play the woman's part, And I was trimm'd in Madam Julia's gown, Which served me as fit, by all men's judgements, |