ACT IV Sc. II JUL. He plays false, father. HOST. How? out of tune on the strings? JUL. Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my very heart-strings. HOST. You have a quick ear. 61 JUL. Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a slow heart. HOST. I perceive you delight not in music. JUL. Not a whit—when it jars so. HOST. Hark, what fine change is in the music! JUL. Ay, that change is the spite. HOST. You would have them always play but one thing? 72 HOST. I tell you what Launce his man told me: he loved her out of all nick.1 JUL. Where is Launce? HOST. Gone to seek his dog: which to-morrow, by his JUL. Peace! stand aside: the company parts. PRO. At Saint Gregory's Well. THU. Farewell. 80 [Exeunt THURIO and Musicians. SILVIA appears above, at her window. PRO. Madam, good even to your Ladyship. Who is that that spake PRO. One, Lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, You'ld quickly learn to know him by his voice. PRO. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. PRO. SIL. You have your That I may compass2 yours. wish; my ; my will is even this: That presently you hie you home to bed. 90 Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man! That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows? Even for this time I spend in talking to thee. PRO. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady; JUL. "Twere false, if I should speak it; For I am sure she is not buried. SIL. Say that she be. Yet Valentine thy friend I am betroth'd. And art thou not asham'd PRO. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. PRO. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love, And to your shadow will I make true love. JUL. If 'twere a substance, you would, sure, deceive it, And make it but a shadow, as I am. SIL. I am very loth to be your idol, Sir; But, since your falsehood shall become you well poor in imaginings. JUL. Not so; but it hath been the longest night SCENE III. The Same. Enter EGLAMOUR. EGL. This is the hour that Madam Silvia Entreated me to call and know her mind: 140 [exeunt. There's some great matter she 'ld employ me in.- SIL. Who calls? SILVIA appears above. EGL. Your servant and your friend: One that attends your Ladyship's command. SIL. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-morrow. According to your Ladyship's impose,1 1 I am thus early come to know what service (Think not I flatter, for I swear I do not), ΤΟ 20 To Mantua, where I hear he makes abode; Which Heaven and fortune still rewards with plagues. As full of sorrows as the sea of sands, To bear me company, and go with me: SIL. This evening coming. EGL. Where shall I meet you? SIL. Where I intend holy confession. At Friar Patrick's cell, EGL. I will not fail your Ladyship. Good-morrow, SIL. 30 40 Good-morrow, kind Sir Eglamour. [exeunt. 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 sav'd 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. O, 'tis ACT IV Sc. III ACT IV a foul thing when a cur cannot keep1 himself in all Enter PROTEUS and JULIA. PRO. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well, And will employ thee in some service presently. PRO. I hope thou wilt. How now, you whoreson peasant! [to LAUNCE. Where have you been these two days loitering? LAUNCE. Marry, sir, I carried Mistress Silvia the dog you bade me. PRO. And what says she to my little jewel? 1 hold his water. |