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Sil. Belike, she thinks that Proteus hath forsook her.
Your message done, lie home unto my chamber,
This ring I gave him, when he parted from me,
To plead for that, which I would not obtain;
To praise his faith, which I would have disprais'd.
Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean
Jul. From my master, sir Proteus, madam.
Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there.
[Picture brought. 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 unadvis'd Delivered you a paper that I should not⚫ This is the letter to your ladystrip.
Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again.
Jul. It may not be; good madam, pardon me. Sil. There, hold.
I will not look upon your master's lines:
I know, they are stuff"d with protestations,
Jul. I think she doth, and that's her cause of
Sil. Is she not passing fair?
Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is:
Jul. About my stature: for, at Pentecost,
Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth!-
I weep myself, to think upon thy words.
Jul. And she shall thank you for't, if e'er you know her.
A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful.
And full of new-found oaths; which he will break, Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow :
As easily as I do tear his paper.
If that be all the difference in his love,
Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. Sil. The more shame for him that he sends
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 high. What should it be, that he respects in her,
For, I have heard him say a thousand times, His Julia gave it him at his departure: Though his false finger hath profan'd the ring, Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong. Jul. She thanks you.
Sil. What say'st thou?"
Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her: Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. Sil. Dost thou know her?
Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself:
But I can make respective in myself,
If this fond love were not a blinded god?
SCENE I.-The same. An Abber.
Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky: And now, it is about the very hour
That Silvia, at Patrick's cell, should meet me.
See where she comes: Lady, a happy evening!
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.
SCENE II.—The same.
An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.
Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA. 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. Thu. What, that my leg is too long?
Pro. No; that it is too little.
Thu. I'll wear a boot, to make it somewhat rounder.
Pro. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loaths.
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, suck pearls as put out ladies' eyes; For I had rather wink than look on them. [Aside. 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 says she to my valour?
Duke. Why, then she's fled unto that peasant
And Eglamour is in her company.
'Tis true; for friar Laurence met them both,
At Patrick's cell this even; and there she was not:
Be patient, we must bring you to our captain.
1 Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her?
3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-run 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.
1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's
Fear not; he bears an honourable mind,
Sil. O Valentine, this I endure for thee. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. - Another part of the Forest.
Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man 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 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!
These are my mates, that make their wills their law
To keep them from uncivil outrages. Withdraw thee, Valentine; who's this comes here? [Steps aside.
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 wou'd have forc'd your honour and your 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. How like a dream is this I see and hear! Love, lend me patience to forbear a while. [Aside. Sil. O miserable, unhappy that I am! Pro. Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came; But, by my coming, I have made you happy.
Sil. By thy approach thou mak'st me most unhappy.
Jul. And me, when he approacheth to your pre
Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion,
Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to death,
Would I not undergo for one calm look?
Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love,
Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou had'st two,
Who respects friend?
All men but Proteus.
Val. Thou common friend, that's without faith or love;
(For such is a friend now,) treacherous man!
Pro. Than men their minds! 'tis true; O hea ven! were man
But constant, he were perfect: that one error
Inconstancy falls off, ere it begins:
Val. Come, come, a hand from either:
Jul. And I have mine.
Enter Out-laws, with DUKE and THURIO. A prize, a prize, a prize! Val. Forbear, I say; it is my lord the duke. Your grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd, Banished Valentine.
Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I; I hold him but a fool, that will endanger His body for a girl that loves him not :
I claim her not, and therefore she is thine.
Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou,
And think thee worthy of an empress' love.
Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserv'd her. Val. I thank your grace; the gift hath made me happy.
I now beseech you, for your daughter's sake,
Duke. I grant it, for thine own, whate'er it be. Val. These banish'd men, that I have kept withai, Are men endued with worthy qualities;
Forgive them what they have committed here,
Dispose of them, as thou know'st their deserts.
Val. And, as we walk along, I dare be bold With our discourse to make your grace to smile: What think you of this page, my lord?
Duke. I think the boy hath grace in him; he
SCENE I. · Windsor. Before Page's House. Enter Justice SHALLOW, SLENDER, and Sir HUGH
Shal. Sir Hugh, persuade me not; I will make a Star-chamber matter of it: if he were twenty sir John Falstaffs, he shall not abuse Robert Shallow, esquire.
Slen. In the county of Gloster, justice of peace, and coram.
Shal. Ay, cousin Slender, and Cust-alorum. Slen. Ay, and ratolorum too; and a gentleman born, master parson; who writes himself armigero; in any bill, warrant, quittance, or obligation, armigero.
Shal. Ay, that we do; and have done any time these three hundred years.
Slen. All his successors, gone before him, have done't; and all his ancestors, that come after him, may they may give the dozen white luces in their coat.
Eva. Yes, py'r-lady; if he has a quarter of your coat, there is but three skirts for yourself, in my simple conjectures: but this is ail one: If sir John Falstaff have committed disparagements unto you, I am of the church, and will be glad to do my benevolence, to make atonements and compromises between you.
Shal. The Council shall hear it; it is a riot.
Eva. It is not meet the Council hear a riot; there is no fear of Got in a riot: the Council, look you, shall desire to hear the fear of Got, and not to hear a riot; take your vizaments in that.
Shal. Ha! o' my life, if I were young again, the sword should end it.
Eva. It is petter that friends is the sword, and end it: and there is also another device in my prain, which, peradventure, prings goot discretions with it: There is Anne Page, which is daughter to master George Page, which is pretty virginity.
Slen. Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman.
Eva. It is that fery person for all the 'orld, as just as you will desire; and seven hundred pounds of monies, and gold, and silver, is her grandsire, upon his death's-bed, (Got deliver to a joyful resurrections!) give, when she is able to overtake seventeen years old: it were a goot motion, if we leave our pribbles and prabbles, and desire a marriage between master Abraham, and mistress Anne Page.
Shal. Did her grandsire leave her seven hundred pound?