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As if the garment had been made for me:
Therefore I know she is about my height,
And at that time I made her weep agood,*
For I did play a lamentable part: *Plenteously.
Madam, 'twas Ariadne passioning
For Theseus' perjury and unjust Alight;
Which I so lively acted with my tears
That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
Wept bitterly; and would I might be dead
If I in thought felt not her very sorrow!

Sil. She is beholding to thee, gentle youth.
Alas, poor lady, desolate and left!
I weep myself

to think upon thy words. 180 Here, youth, there is my purse; I give thee this For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lovest

her. Farewell.

[Exit Silvia, with attendants. Jul. And she shall thank you for't, if e'er

you know her.
A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful!
I hope my master's suit will be but cold,
Since she respects my mistress' love so much.
Alas, how love can trifle with itself!
Here is her picture: let me see; I think,
If I had such a tire,* this face of mine

Were full as lovely as is this of hers: *Head-dress.
And yet the painter flatter'd her a little,
Unless I flatter with myself too much.
Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow:
If that be all the difference in his love,
I'll get me such a colour'd periwig.
Her eyes are grey as glass, and so are mine
Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine's as ligh.
What should it be that he respects in her
But I can make respectivet in myself,
If this fond Love were not a blinded god?
Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up,
For 'tis thy rival. O thou senseless form,
Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, loved and adored!
And, were there sense in his idolatry,, Corresponding.
My substance should be statue$ in thy stead.
I'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' sake, Image.
That used me so; or, else, by Jove I vow,


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I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes,
To make my master out of love with thee! [Exit.

SCENE I. Milan. An Abbey.

Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky;
And now it is about the very hour
That Silvia, at Friar Patrick's cell, should

meet nie.
She will not fail, for lovers break not hours,
Unless it be to come before their time;
So much they spur their expedition.
See where she comes.


Lady, a happy evening! Sil. Amen, amen! Go on, good Eglamour, Out at the postern by the abbey-wall: I fear I am attended by some spies. Egl. Fear not:

the forest is not three leagues off; If we recover that, we are sure enough. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. The Duke's palate.

Thu. Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my

suit ? Pro. O, sir, I find her milder than she was; And yet she takes exceptions at your person.

Thui What, that my leg is too long?
Pro. No; that it is too little.
Thu. I'll wear a boot, to make it somewhat

Jul. [Aside] But love will not be spurr'd to

what it loathes.
Thu. What says she to my face?
Pro. She says it is a fair one.
Thu. Nay then, the wanton lies; my face is

Pro. But pearls are fair; and the old say-

ing is, Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.


Jul. [Aside) 'Tis true; such pearls as put out

ladies' eyes;



For I had rather wink than look on them.

Thu. How likes she my discourse?
Pro. Ill, when you talk of war.
Thu. But well, when I discourse of love and

peace? Jul. [Aside] But better, indeed, when you

hold your peace. Th. What says she to my valour? Pro. O, sir, she makes no doubt of that. Jul. [ Aside] She needs not, when she knows

it cowardice.
Thu. What says she to my birth?
Pro. That you are well derived.
Jul. [Aside] True; from a gentleman to a

Thu. Considers she my possessions ?
Pro. O, ay; and pities them.
The. Wherefore?
Jul. [Aside]

[ Aside] That such an ass should owe* them. Pro. That they are out by lease. Jul. Here comes the duke.

30 Enter DUKE. Duke. How now, Sir Proteus! how now,

Which of you saw Sir Eglamour of late?

Thu. Not I.

Nor I. Duke.

Saw you my daughter? Pro.

Neither. Duke. Why then, She's fled unto that peasant Valentine; And Eglamour is in her company, 'Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both, As he in penance wander'd through the forest; Him he knew well, and guess'd that it was she, But, being mask'd, he was not sure of it; 40 Besides, she did intend confession At Patrick's cell this even; and there she

was not;

These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence.
Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse,
But mount you presently and meet with me
Upon the rising of the mountain-foot
That leads toward Mantua, whither they are fled:
Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me. [Exit.

Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,
That flies her fortune when it follows her.

50 I'll after, more to be revenged on Eglamour Than for the love of reckless Silvia. [Exit.

Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her. [Exit.

Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love Than hate for Silvia that is gone for love. [Exit. SCENE III. The frontiers of Mantua.

The forest.
Enter Outlaws with SILVIA.
First Out. Come, come,
Be patient; we must bring you to our captain.

Sil. A thousand more mischances than this


Have learn'd me how to brook this patiently.

Sec. Out. Come, bring her away.
First Out. Where is the gentleman that was

with her? Third Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath

outrun us, But Moyses and Valerius follow him. Go thou with her to the west end of the wood; There is our captain: we'll follow him that's

fled; The thicket is beset; he cannot 'scape. First Out. Come, I must bring you to our

captain's cave:
Fear not; he bears an honourable mind,
And will not use a woman lawlessly.
Sil. O Valentine, this I endure for thee!



SCENE IV. Another part of the forest.

Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man!

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This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns:
Here can I sit alone, unseen of any,
And to the nightingale's complaining notes
Tune my distresses and record* my woes.

O thou that dost inhabit in my breast,
Leave not the mansion so long tenantless,
Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall
And leave no memory of what it was!
Repair me with thy presence, Silvia;
Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain!
What halloing and what stir is this to-day?
These are my mates, that make their wills

their law, Have some unhappy passenger in chase. They love me well; yet I have much to do To keep them from uncivil outrages. Withdraw thee, Valentine: who's this comes here?

Enter PROTEUS, SILVIA and JULIA. Pro. Madam, this service I have done for you, Though you respect not aught your servant

doth. To hazard life and rescue you from him That would have forced your honour and your

love; Vouchsafe me, for my meed, but one fair look; A smaller boon than this I cannot beg And less than this, I am sure, you cannot give. Val. [Aside] How like a dream is this I see

and hear! Love, lend me patience to forbear awhile. Sil

. O miserable, unhappy that I am! Pro. Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came; But by my coming I have made you happy. 30 Sil. By thy approach thou makest me most

unhappy, Jul. [Aside] And me, when he approacheth

to your presence.
Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion,
I would have been a breakfast to the beast,
Rather than have false Proteus rescue me.


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