1 Out. That's not so, sir; we are your enemies. 2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him. 3 Out, Ay, by my beard, will we; For he's a proper' man. Love thee as our commander, and our king. Val. I take your offer, and will live with you; On silly women, or poor passengers. 3 Out. No, we detest such vile base practices. Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose; Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews, A man I am, cross'd with adversity: My riches are these poor habiliments, Of which if you should here disfurnish me, You take the sum and substance that I have. 2 Out. Whither travel you? Val. To Verona. 1 Out. Whence came you? Val. From Milan. 3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there? Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might have staid, If crooked fortune had not thwarted me. 1 Out. What, were you banish'd thence? Val. I was. 2 Out. For what offence? Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse: 1 Out. Why ne'er repent it, if it were done so: But were you banish'd for so small a fault? Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom. 1 Out. Have you the tongues? . And show thee all the treasure we have got; [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Milan. Court of the palace. En- Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy; And give some evening music to her ear. Or else I often had been miserable. 3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar, This fellow were a king for our wild faction. 1 Out. We'll have him: sirs, a word. Speed. Master, be one of them; It is an honourable kind of thievery. Val. Peace, villain! Out. Tell us this: have you any thing to take to? But to the purpose-(for we cite our faults, 2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man, To make a virtue of necessity, Out. What say'st thou wilt thou be of our Say, ay, and be the captain of us all: We'll do thee homage, and be rul'd by thee, Enter Thurio, and musicians. 5 Who is Silvia? What is she, That all our swains commend her? The heavens such grace did lend her, (5) Passionate reproaches. Is she kind, as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness : To help him of his blindness; Then to Silvia let us sing, Host. How now? are you sadder than you were How do you, man? the music likes you not. Jul. He plays false, father. Host. How? out of tune on the strings? And by and by intend to chide myself, Jul. [Aside. Sil. Say, that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, Survives; to whom, thyself art witness, I am betroth'd: And art thou not asham'd Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead. Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. [Aside. Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdúrate, Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love, Jul. Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my The picture that is hanging in your chamber; 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. Hark, what fine change is in the music! Jul. I would always have one play but one Bat, host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on, 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. At saint Gregory's well. [Exeunt Thurio and Musicians. Silvia appears above, at her window. Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship. Sil. I thank you for your music, gentlemen: Who is that, that spake? Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice. Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. Pro. That I may compass yours. To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep; And to your shadow I will make true love. And make it but a shadow, as I am. [Aside. Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir; Pro. As wretches have o'er-night, That wait for execution in the morn. [Exeunt Proteus, and Silvia, from above. Jul. Host, will you go? Host. By my halidom,2 I was fast asleep. Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night [Exeunt. 3 Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself. Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man! That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows? Sil. O Églamour, thou art a gentleman (3) Injunction, command. (4) Pitiful. Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity. served me, when I took my leave of madam Silvia did not I bid thee still mark me, and do as I do? When didst thou see me heave up my leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale? didst thou ever see me do such a trick? Enter Proteus and Julia. Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well, And will employ thee in some service presently. Which heaven and fortune still reward with Jul. In what you please ;-I will do what I can. plagues. I do desire thee, even from a heart As full of sorrows as the sea of sands, To bear me company, and go with me: Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances; As much I wish all good befortune you. Sil. This evening coming. At friar Patrick's cell, Where I intend holy confession. Sil. Good-morrow, kind sir Eglamour. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-The same. Enter Launce, with his dog. Pro. I hope, thou wilt.-How now, you whoreson peasant? To Launce. Where have you been these two days loitering? Laun. Marry, sir, I carried mistress Silvia the dog you bade me. Pro. And what says she, to my little jewel? Laun. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur; and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for such a present. Pro. But she received my dog? Laun. No, indeed, she did not: here have I brought him back again. Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me? Laun. Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman's boys in the marketplace: and then I offer'd her mine own; who is a dog as big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater. Pro. Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again, Or ne'er return again unto my sight. Away, I say: Stay'st thou to vex me here? A slave, that, still an end,' turns me to shame. [Exit Launce. Sebastian, I have entertained thee, When a man's servant shall play the cur with Partly, that I have need of such a youth, That can with some discretion do my business, him, look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up For 'tis no trusting to yon foolish lowt: of a puppy; one that I saved from drowning, when But chiefly, for thy face, and thy behaviour; three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went Which (if my augury deceive me not) to it! I have taught him-even as one would say Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth: precisely, Thus I would teach a dog. I was sent Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thee. to deliver him, as a present to mistress Silvia, from Go presently, and take this ring with thee, my master; and I came no sooner into the dining- Deliver it to madam Silvia: chamber, but he steps me to her trencher, and She loved me well, delivered it to me. steals her capon's leg. O'tis a foul thing, when Jul. It seems you loved her not, to leave her a cur cannot keep himself in all companies! I Pro. token: Jul. Alas! Not so; I think, she lives. Pro. Why dost thy cry, alas! well would have, as one should say, one that takes upon She's dead, belike. 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 gentlemenlike dogs, under the duke's table: he had not been there (Bless the mark) a pissing while; but all the As you do love your lady Silvia: chamber smelt him. Out with the dog, says one; She dreams on him, that has forgot her love; What cur is that? says another; Whip him out, You dote on her, that cares not for your love. says the third; Hang him up, says the duke. I,Tis pity, love should be so contrary; 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, marry, do I, quoth he. You do him the more wrong, quoth I; 'twas I did the thing you wot of. He makes me no more ado, but whips me out of the chamber. How many masters would do this for their servant? Nay, I'll be sworn, I have sat in the stocks for puddings he hath stolen, otherwise he had been executed: have stood on the pillory for geese he hath killed, otherwise he had suffered for't: thou think'st not of this now!-Nay, I remember the trick you (1) Caring. (2) Restrain. (3) In the end. And thinking on it makes me cry, alas! This letter;-that's her chamber.-Tell my lady, [Exit Proteus. This ring I gave him, when he parted from me, To plead for that, which I would not obtain ; Enter Silvia, attended. 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 ladyship. Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. I will not look upon your master's lines: Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. Sil. What say'st thou? Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her: As if the garment had been made for me: Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth!Alas, poor lady! desolate and left!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. Farewell. [Exit Silvia. Jul. And she shall thank you for't, if c'er you know her. A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful. I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes, ACT V. Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. SCENE I.-The_same. Sil. Dost thou know her? Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself: To think upon her woes, I do protest, Sil. Belike, she thinks that Protcus hath forsook her. Jul. I think she doth, and that's her cause of Eglamour. 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. 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. [Exeunt. 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? (3) Head-dress. (4) Respectable. (5) Safe. Pro. O, sir, I find her milder than she was; Thu. I'll wear a boot, to make it somewhat Pro. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loaths. Thu. What says she to my face? Pro. She says, it is a fair one. 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; such pearls as put out ladies' eyes; For I had rather wink than look on them. [Aside. 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. [Aside. Thu. What says she to my valour? Thu. What says she to my birth? Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool. Thu. Wherefore? Be patient, we must bring you to our captain. 1 Out. Where is the gentleman that was with 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, 1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's cave: Fear not; he bears an honourable mind, [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Another part of the Forest. Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain! Jul. That such an ass should owe' them. [Aside. What halloing, and what stir, is this to-day? Pro. That they are out by lease. Jul. Here comes the duke. Valentine; 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 [Exit. Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love, SCENE III.-Frontiers of Mantua. [Exit. (1) Own. (2) Foolish. (3) Careless. The : These are my mates, that make their wills their law, Have some unhappy passenger in chace: Enter Proteus, Silvia, and Julia. (Though you respect not aught your servant doth,) Vouchsafe me, for my meed, but one fair look; And less than this, I am sure, you cannot give. Pro. Unhappy, were you, madam, ere I came ; |