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Val. I take your offer, and will live with
you; Provided that you do no outrages On silly women, or poor passengers.
3 Out. No, we detest such vile, base practices. Come, go with us; we'll bring thee to our crews, And show thee all the treasure we have got; Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose.
SCENE II. Milan. Court of the Palace.
Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, And now I must be as unjust to Thurio. Under the color of commending him, I have access my own love to prefer; But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, To be corrupted with my worthless gifts. When I protest true loyalty to her, She twits me with my falsehood to my friend; When to her beauty I commend my vows, She bids me think, how I have been forsworn In breaking faith with Julia whom I loved : And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips, The least whereof would quell a lover's hope, Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, The more it grows and fawneth on her still.But here comes Thurio; now must we to her window, And give some evening music to her ear.
Enter THURIO and Musicians. Thu. How now, Sir Proteus ? are you crept be
fore us? Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for you know that love Will creep in service where it cannot go.
Thu. Ay, but, I hope, sir, that you love not here. .
Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen,
Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're allycholly: I pray you, why is it?
Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry.
Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you where you shall hear music, and see the gentleman that you asked for.
Jul. But shall I hear him speak ?
Who is Sylvia? What is she?
That all our swains commend her ?
For beauty lives with kindness :
To help him of his blindness ;
That Silvia is excelling ;
Upon the dull earth dwelling.
To her let us garlands bring.
Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not.
Host. Why, my pretty youth?
Jul. Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my very heart-strings.
Host. You have a quick ear.
Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me have a slow heart.
Host. I perceive, you delight not in music.
Host. You would have them always play but one thing?
Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. But, host, doth this Sir Proteus, that we talk on, often resort unto this gentlewoman?
Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, he loved her out of all nick.
Jul. Where is Launce ?
Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, by his master's command, he must carry for a present to his lady.
Jul. Peace! stand aside! the company parts.
Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you! I will so plead,
Thu. Where meet we?
Silvia appears above, at her window.
Sil. I thank you for your music, gentlemen : Who is that, that spake?
Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice.
Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it.
lj. e. Out of all reckoning or count; reckonings were kept upon nicked or notched sticks or tallies.
Sil. What is
Sil. You have your wish ; my will is even this,-
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.
[ Aside. Sil. Say that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, Survives; to whom, thyself art witness, I am betrothed: And art thou not ashamed To wrong him with thy importúnacy? Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead.
Sil. And so suppose am I; for in his grave, Assure thyself, my love is buried.
Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.
Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call hers thence ; Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine. Jul. He heard not that.
[Aside. Pro. Madam, if your
heart be so obdúrate, Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love, The picture that is hanging in your chamber, To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep: For, since the substance of your perfect self Is else devoted, I am but a shadow; And to your shadow will I make true love. Jul. If 'twere a substance, you would, sure, de
ceive it, And make it but a shadow, as I am.
[Aside. Sil. I am very loath to be your idol, sir ;
But, since your falsehood shall become
As wretches have o'ernight,
[Exeunt Proteus; and Silvia from above. Jul. Host, will you go? Host. By my halidom, I was fast asleep. Jul. Pray you, where lies Sir Proteus ?
Host. Marry, at my house: Trust me, I think 'tis almost day.
Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watched, and the most heaviest.
Silvia appears above, at her window.
Egl. Your servant, and your friend; One that attends your ladyship’s command.
Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-morrow.
Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself.
Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,
1 i. e. pitiful.