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That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead,
If I in thought felt not her very forrow!

Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth.
Alas, poor lady! defolate and left!

I weep myself to think upon thy words.

Here, youth, there is a purfe; I give thee this

For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lov'ft her. [Exit Silvia. ful. And the fhall thank you for't, if e'er you know her.

A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful.

I hope, my master's fuit will be but cold,
Since the refpects his mistress' love fo much.
Alas! how love can trifle with itself!
Here is her picture; let me fee; I think,
If I had fuch a tire, this face of mine
Were full as lovely as is this of hers.
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 diff'rence in his love,
I'll get me fuch a colour'd periwig.
Her eyes are gray as glafs, and fo are mine;
Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine is high.
What should it be that he respects in her,
But I can make respective in myself,

If this fond love were not a blinded god?
Come, fhadow, come, and take this shadow up;
For 'tis thy rival. O thou fenfelefs form,

Thou shalt be worship'd, kifs'd, lov'd, and ador'd;
And, were there fenfe in his idolatry,
My substance should be fainted in thy ftead.
I'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' fake,
That us'd me fo; or elfe, by Jove I vow,
I should have scratch'd out thy unseeing eyes,
To make my mafter out of love with thee.

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[Exit.

ACT

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Silvia, at friar Patrick's cell, fhould meet me.
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!
Enter Silvia.

Sil. Amen, amen! go on, good Eglamour,
Out at the postern by the abby-wall;

I fear, I am attended by some spies.

Eg. Fear not; the foreft is not three leagues off; If we recover that, we're fure enough.

SCENE II.

Enter Thurio, Protheus and Julia.

Thu. Sir Protheus, what fays Silvia to my fuit?
Pro. O, fir, I find her milder than fhe was,
And yet she takes exceptions at your person.
Thu. What, that my leg is too long?

Pro. No; that it is too little.

Thu. I'll wear a boot to make it fomewhat rounder.

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Pro. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loaths.

Thu. What fays fhe to my face?

[Exeunt.

Pro.

Pro. She fays, it is a fair one.

Thu. Nay, then the wanton lies; my face is black. Pro. But pearls are fair; and the old saying is, Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies eyes.

Jul. 'Tis true, fuch pearls as put out ladies eyes; For I had rather wink than look on them.

[afide.

Thu. How likes she my discourse ?

Pro. Ill, when you talk of war.

Thu. But well, when I discourse of love and peace?
Jul. But better, indeed, when you hold your peace.
Thu. What fays fhe to my valour?

Pro. O, fir, fhe makes no doubt of that.

Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.
Thu. What fays fhe to my birth?

Pro. That you are well deriv'd.

Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool.

Thu. Confiders fhe my poffeffions?

Pro. O, ay, and pities them.

Thu. Wherefore?

Jul. That fuch an ass should own them.

Pro. That they are out by lease.

Jul. Here comes the duke.

Enter Duke.

Duke. How now, fir Protheus? how now, Thurio?

Which of you faw fir Eglamour of late?

Thu. Not I.

Pro. Nor I.

Duke. Saw you my daughter?

Pro. Neither.

Duke. Why then

She's fled unto the 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,

But, being mafk'd, he was not sure of it.
Befides, fhe did intend confeffion

At Patrick's cell this ev'n, and there she was not:
These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence.
Therefore, I pray you, ftand not to discourse,
But mount you prefently, and meet with me
Upon the rifing of the mountain-foot

That leads tow'rds Mantua, whither they are fled.
Difpatch, fweet gentlemen, and follow me.

Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,
That flies her fortune where it follows her:
I'll after, more to be reveng'd of Eglamour,
Than for the love of recklefs Silvia.

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

ful. And I will follow, more to crofs that love, Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love.

[Exit Duke.

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I Out.

SCENE III.

The foreft.

Enter Silvia, and Out-laws.

NOME, come, be patient; we muft bring you to

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our captain.

Sil. A thousand more mifchances than this one

Have learn'd me how to brook this patiently.

2 Out. Come, bring her away.

1 Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her? Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-run us;

But Moyfes and Valerius follow him.

Go thou with her to th' weft end of the wood,
There is our captain: follow him that's fled.
The thicket is befet, he cannot 'fcape.

1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's cave.

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Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man!
This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns.
Here I can fit alone, unseen of any,

And to the nightingale's complaining notes
Tune my diftreffes, and record my woes.
O thou that doft inhabit in my breast,
Leave not the manfion fo long tenantless,
Left, growing ruinous, the building fall,
And leave no memory of what it was.
Repair me with thy prefence, Silvia;

Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn fwain.
What hollo’ing, and what stir is this to-day?

These are my mates, that make their wills their law,

Have fome 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 Protheus, Silvia, and Julia.

Pro. Madam, this service have I done for you,
(Though you respect not ought your fervant doth)
To hazard life, and rescue you from him
That wou'd have forc'd your honour, and your love.
Vouchfafe me for my meed but one fair look:
A fmaller boon than this I cannot beg,
And less than this, I'm fure, you cannot give.
Val How like a dream is this I fee, and hear!
Love, lend me patience to forbear a while.

[Exeunt.

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