Scene III. The same. Enter Eglamour. Egl. This is the hour that Madam Silvia Sil. Egl. Entreated me to call and know her mind: Enter Silvia above. Who calls? Your servant and your friend; One that attends your ladyship's command. According to your ladyship's impose, Think not I flatter, for I swear I do not, - Nor how my father would enforce me marry I do desire thy worthy company, Upon whose faith and honour I repose. Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour. 30 And on the justice of my flying hence, As full of sorrows as the sea of sands, Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances; Sil. Which since I know they virtuously are placed, This evening coming. Egl. Where shall I meet you ? Sil. At Friar Patrick's cell, Where I intend holy confession. Egl. I will not fail your ladyship. Good morrow, gentle lady. Sil. Good morrow, kind Sir Eglamour. 40 [Exeunt severally. 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 saved 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 a foul thing when a cur cannot keep himself in all companies! I would have, as one should say, one that takes upon him to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all things. If I had not had more wit than he, to take a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he had been hanged for 't; sure as I live, he had suffered for't: you shall judge. He thrusts me himself into the company of three or four gentlemanlike dogs, under the duke's table: he had not been there-bless the mark-a pissing while, but all the chamber smelt him. Out with the dog!' says one: 'What cur is that?' says another : 'Whip him out,' says the third: 'Hang him up,' says the duke. I, having been acquainted with the smell before, knew it was Crab, and goes me to the fellow that whips the dogs: 'Friend,' quoth I, 'you mean to whip the dog?' 'Ay, 10 20 30 marry, do I,' quoth he. You do him the more Enter Proteus and Julia. Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well, And will employ thee in some service presently. Jul. In what you please: I'll do what I can. whoreson peasant ! 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? tells you currish thanks is good enough for such Pro. But she received my dog? him back again. 50 Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me? me by the hangman boys in the market-place: 60 Pro. Go get thee hence, and find my dog again, [Exit Launce. A slave, that still an end turns me to shame! Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth : She loved me well deliver'd it to me. Jul. It seems you loved not her, to leave her token. Pro. She is dead, belike? Jul. Alas! 70 Pro. Why dost thou cry, 'alas'? But pity her. Pro. I cannot choose Wherefore shouldst thou pity her? |