where you fhall hear mufic, and fee the Gentleman that you afk'd for,

Jul. But fhall I hear him speak?
Hoft. Ay, that you fhall.
Jul. That will be mufic.
Hoft. Hark, hark!

Jul. Is he among these?

Hoft. Ay; but peace,

let's hear 'em.

SONG.

Who is Silvia? what is fhe,

That all our fwains commend her ?.
Holy, fair and wife is the,

The heav'n fuch grace did lend her,
That the might admired be.

Is the kind, as fhe is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness.
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness:
And being help'd, inhabits there.

Then Silvia let us fing,

That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing

Upon the dull earth dwelling:

To her let us garlands bring.

Hoft. How now are you fadder than you were before? how do you, man? the mufic likes you not. Jul. You mistake; the mufician likes me not.

Hoft. Why, my pretty youth?

Jul. He plays falfe, father.

Hoft. How, out of tune on the ftrings?

Jul. Not fo; but yet fo falfe, that he grieves my

very heart-ftrings.

Hoft. You have a quick car.

Ful. Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a dow heart.

Hoft. I perceive, you delight not in music..

Jul. Not a whit, when it jars fo..
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Hoft

Heft, Hark, what fine change is in the mufic.
Jul. Ay; that change is the fpight.

Hoft. You would have them always play but one thing?

Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. But, hoft, doth this Sir Protheus, that we talk on, Often refort unto this Gentlewoman?

Hoft. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, he lov'd her out of all nick.

Jul. Where is Launce?

Heft. Gone to feek his dog, which to-morrow, by his mafter's command, he muft carry for a prefent to his Lady.

Jul. Peace, ftand afide, the Company parts. Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you; I will fo plead, That you fhall fay, my cunning drift excels. Thu. Where meet we?

Pro. At St. Gregory's well.

1 bu. Farewel.

[Exe. Thu. and Mufic.

Silvia, above, at her Window.

Pro. Madam, good even to your Ladyhip. Sil. I thank you for your mufic, Gentlemen: Who is that, that fpake?

Pro. One, Lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice.

Sil. Sir Protheus, as I take it.

Pro. Sir Protheus, gentle Lady, and your fervant.
Sil. What is your will?

Pro. That I may compafs yours.

Sil. You have your wifh; my will is even this,

That prefently you hie you home to bed.
Thou fubtle, perjur'd, falfe, disloyal man!
Think't thou, I am fo fhallow, fo conceitlefs,
To be feduced by thy flattery,

That haft deceiv'd fo many with thy vows?
Return, return, and make thy love amends..
For me, by this pale Queen of night, I fwear,
I am fo far from granting thy request,
That I defpife thee for thy wrongful fuit ;

And

And, by and by, intend to chide myfelf,
Ev'n for this time I fpend in talking to thee.
Pro. I grant, fweet love, that I did love a Lady;
But the is dead.

Jul. [Afide.] 'Twere falfe, if I fhould speak it;
For, I am fure, fhe is not buried.

Sil. Say, that the be; yet Valentine, thy friend,
Survives; to whom, thyfelf art witness,

I am betroath'd; and art thou not asham'd
To wrong him with thy importunacy?
Pro. I likewife hear, that Valentine is dead.
Sil. And fo, fuppofe, am I; for in his grave,
Affure thyfel, my love is buried.

Pro. Sweet Lady, let me rake it from the earth.
Sil. Go to thy Lady's grave and call her thence,
Or, at the leaft, in hers iepulchre thine.
Jul. [Afide.] He heard not that.

Pro. Madam, if your heart be fo obdurate,
Vouchafe me yet your picture for my love,
The picture that is hanging in your chamber:
To that I'll fpeak, to that I'll figh and weep:
For fince the fubftance of your perfect felf
Is elfe devoted, I am but a fhadow;

And to your fhadow will I make true love.

Jul. [Afide.] If 'twere a fubftance, you would, fure, deceive it,

And make it but a fhadow, as I am.

Sil. I'm very
loath to be your ido', Sir;
But fince your falfhood fhali become you well
To worship thadows, and adore falle fhapes;
Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it:
And fo, good rett..

Pro. As wretches have o'er night,

That wait for execution in the morn.

Jul. Hoft, will you go?

[Exe. Pro. and Sil.

Hoft. By my hallidom, I was fast aff ep.
Jul. Pray you, where lies Sir Protheus?

Hoft. Marry, at my houfe: truft me, I think, 'tis almoft day.

Jul. Not fo; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watch'd, and the most heavieft.

Enter Eglamour.

El. This is the hour that madam Silvia
'Entreated me to call, and know her mind:
There's fome great matter fhe'd employ me in..
Madam, madam!

Silvia above, at her Window.

Sil. Who calls?

Egl. Your fervant, and your friend;
One that attends your Ladyfhip's command.

[Exeunt

Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thoufand times good morrow.. Egl. As many, worthy Lady, to yourself: According to your Ladyship's impofe,

am thus early come, to know what fervice It is your pleasure to command me in.

Sil. Oh Eglamour, thou art a Gentleman,
(Think not I flatter, for, I fwear, I do not,)
Valiant and wife, remorfeful, well accomplish'd;:
Thou art not ignorant, what dear good will
1 bear unto the banish'd Valentine;

Nor how my father would enforce me marry
Vain Thurio, whom my very foul abhorr'd.
Thyfelf haft lov'd; and I have heard thee fay,
No grief did ever come fo near thy heart,
As when thy Lady and thy true love dy'd;
Upon whofe grave thou vow'dft pure chastity.
Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,

To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode:
And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,
I do defire thy worthy company ;.
Upon whofe faith and honour I repose.
Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour;
But think upon my grief, a Lady's grief;:
And on the juftice of my flying hence;
To keep me from a moft unholy match,
Which heav'n and fortune ftill reward with plagues:
I do defire thee, even from a heart.

As.

As full of forrows as the fea of fands,
To bear me company, and go with me :
If not, to hide what I have faid to thee,
That I may venture to depart alone.

Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances;
Which, fince, I know, they virtuously are plac'd
I give confent to go along with you;
Recking as little what betideth me,

As much I wish all good befortune you.
When will you go?

Sil. This evening coming.

Egl. Where fhall I meet you?
Sil. At friar Patrick's cell;
Where I intend holy confeffion:
Egl. I will not fail your Ladyship:

Good morrow, gentle Lady.

Sil. Good morrow, kind Sir Eglamour.

Enter Launce with his dog.

[Exeunti

When a man's fervant fhall play the cur with him, look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up of a puppy, one that I fav'd from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and fifters went to it! I have taught him, even as one would fay precifely, thus I would teach a dog. (15) I went to deliver him, as a prefent to miftrefs Silvia from my mafter; and I came no fooner into the dining-chamber, but he, fteps 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 fay, one that takes, upon him to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all things. If I had no more wit than he, to take a fault upon me that he did, I think verily, he had been

(15) I was fent to deliver bim as a prefent.-] Honest Launce is here all along characterizing his dog Crab; but that he was not fent to deliver as a prefent to Silvia. The Poet therefore could not be fo forgetful to make this blunder. Launce had loft his Master's dog, and was gone in queft of him, as we have heard from the best: and i we find Launce himself presently confeffing, that it was ftollen by the hangman's boy. So having loft the intended prefent, he went to tender his own dog inftead of the other.

hang'd!