LAUNCE. Marry, she says your dog was a cur, and tells ACT IV 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. 51 PRO. What! didst thou offer her this from me? PRO. Go get thee hence, and find my dog again, Away, I say! stay'st thou to vex me here? A slave, that still an end1 turns me to shame!— Sebastian, I have entertained thee, 60 [Exit LAUNCE. Partly that I have need of such a youth, Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth: She lov'd me well deliver'd it to me. JUL. It seems you lov'd her not, to leave her token. She's dead, belike? PRO. Not so; I think she lives. Sc. IV JUL, Alas! PRO. Why dost thou cry, Alas? JUL. I cannot choose but pity her. PRO. Wherefore should'st thou pity her? JUL. Because methinks that she lov'd you as well As you do love your lady Silvia: She dreams on him that has forgot her love; 1 perpetually. 80 ACT IV This letter; that's her chamber: tell my lady [Exit PROTEUS. JUL. How many women would do such a message? Alas, poor Proteus! thou hast entertain'd A fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs. Alas, poor That with his very heart despiseth me? This ring I gave him when he parted from me, And now am I-unhappy messenger To plead for that which I would not obtain; carry that which I would have refus'd; To praise his faith which I would have disprais'd. I am my master's true confirmed love; But cannot be true servant to my master, Unless I prove false traitor to myself. Yet will I woo for him; but yet so coldly As, Heaven it knows, I would not have him speed. Enter SILVIA, attended. Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean To hear me speak the message I am sent on. JUL. From my master, Sir Proteus, Madam. JUL. Ay, Madam. SIL. Ursula, bring my picture there. 90 100 ΙΙΟ [The picture is brought. Go give your master this: tell him, from me, 120 Pardon me, Madam; I have unadvis'd SIL. I pray thee, let me look on that again. I will not look upon your master's lines: I know they are stuff'd with protestations And full of new-found oaths; which he will break As easily as I do tear his paper. JUL. Madam, he sends your Ladyship this ring. For I have heard him say a thousand times 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 tender1 her. Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. SIL. Dost thou know her? 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. SIL. Belike she thinks that Proteus hath forsook her? JUL. She hath been fairer, Madam, than she is: When she did think my master lov'd her well, JUL. About my stature: for, at Pentecost, When all our pageants of delight were play'd, 130 140 150 160 ACT IV Sc. IV 1 care for. ACT IV Which serv'd me as fit, by all men's judgments, I weep myself to think upon thy words. Here, youth, there is my purse: I give thee this For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lov'st her. 170 JUL. And she shall thank you for 't, if e'er you know her. [Exit SILVIA 180 A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful! 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 high. But I can make respective in myself, 190 If this fond Love were not a blinded god? Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up, Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, lov'd, and ador❜d! 200 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 me. She will not fail; for lovers break not hours, Unless it be to come before their time: So much they spur their expedition. Enter SILVIA. 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. ΙΟ [exeunt. SCENE II. The Same. A Room 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. THU. What says she to my face? PRO. She says it is a fair one. [aside. |