hang'd for't; fure as I live, he had fuffer'd for't; you fhalk judge. He thruft me himself into the company of three or four gentleman-like dogs, under the Duke's table: he had not been there (blefs the mark) a piffing while, but all the chamber smelt him., Out with the dog, fays one; what cur is that? fays another; whip him out, fays the third; hang him up, fays the Duke. I, having been acquainted with the fmell 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 Í, quoth he. You do him the more wrong, qucth I, 'twas I did the thing you wot of. He makes no more ado, but whips me out of the cham ber. How many mafters would do this for their fervant? nay, I'll be fworn, I have fat in the stocks for te puddings he hath toll'n, otherwise he had been executed; I have flood on the pillory for the geefe he hath kill'd, otherwife he had fuffer'd for't. Thou think'ft not of this now. Nay, I remember the trick you ferv'd me, when I took my leave of Madam Silvia; did not I bid thee ftill mark me, and do as I do? when didst thou fee me heave up my leg, and make water againft a Gentlewoman's farthingale? did thou ever fee me do fuch a trick?

Enter Protheus and Julia.

Pro. Sebaftian is thy name? I like thee well; And will imploy thee in fome fervice prefently. Jul. In what you pleafe: I'll do, Sir, what I can. Pro. I hope, thou wilt.--How now, you whorefon peafant,

Where have you been these two days loitering? Laun. Marry, Sir, I carry'd Miftrefs Silvia the dog, you bade me.

Pro. And what fays fhe to my little jewel?

Laun. Marry, he fays, your dog was a cur; and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for fuch a prefent. Pro. But the received my dog?

Loun. No, indeed, fue did not; here have I brought him back again.

Fre

Pro. What, did'st thou offer her this from me?

Laun. Ay, Sir; the other squirrel was foll'n from me by the hangman's boy in the market-place; and then I offer'd her mime 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 into my fight:

Away, I fay; ftay'st thou to vex me here?

A flave, that, ftill an end, turns me to fhame.

Sebaftian, I have entertained thee,

[Exit Laun.

Partly, that I have need of fuch a youth;
That can with some discretion do my business:
(For 'tis no trufting to yon foolish lowt :)
But, chiefly, for thy face and thy behaviour;
Which, if my augury deceive me not,

Witnefs good bringing up, fortune and truth :
Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thee.
Go prefently, and take this ring with thee;
Deliver it to Madam Silvia.

She lov'd me well, deliver'd it to me.

Jul. It feems you lov'd not her, to leave her token:

She's dead, belike.

As

Pro. Not fo: I think, fhe lives..

Jul. Alas!

Pro. Why do'st thou cry, alas ?

Jul. I cannot chufe but pity her.

Pro. Wherefore fhouldst thou pity her

Jul. Becaufe, methinks, that the lov'd you as well you do love your Lady Silvia:

She dreams on him, that has forgot her love;

You doat on her, that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity, love fhould be so contrary;

And, thinking on it, makes me cry, alas!

Pro. Well, give her that ring, and give therewithal This letter; that's her chamber: tell my Lady,

I claim the promife for her heav'nly picture.

Your meffage done, hye home unto my chamber. Where thou shalt find, me fad and folitary. [Exit Pro.. Jul. How many women would do fuch a meffage ? Alas, poor Protheus, thou haft entertain'd

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hang'd for't; fure as I live, he had fuffer'd for't; you
fhal judge. He thruft me himself into the company
of three or four gentleman-like dogs, under the Duke's
table: he had not been there (bless the mark) a piffing
while, but all the chamber fmelt him. Out with the
dog, fays one; what cur is that? fays another; whip
him out, fays the third; hang him up, fays the Duke.
I, having been acquainted with the fmell 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, qucth I, 'twas I did the thing you wot of.
He makes no more ado, but whips me out of the cham
ber. How many mafters would do this for their fer-
vant nay, I'll be fworn, I have fat in the ftocks for
te puddings he hath toll'n, otherwife he had been exe-
cuted; I have flood on the pillory for the geefe he hath
kill'd, otherwise he had suffer'd for't. Thou think'st
not of this now. Nay, I remember the trick you ferv'd
me, when I took my leave of Madam Silvia; did not
I bid thee ftill mark me, and do as I do? when didft
thou fee me heave up my leg, and make water against
a Gentlewoman's farthingale? didst thou ever fee me
do fuch a trick?

Enter Protheus and Julia..

Pro. Sebaftian is thy name? I like thee well;
And will imploy thee in fome fervice presently.
Jul. In what you please: I'll do, Sir, what I can.
Pro. I hope, thou wilt.-How now, you whorefon
peafant,

Where have you been these two days loitering?
Laun. Marry, Sir, I carry'd Miftrefs Silvia the dog,
you bade me.

Pro. And what fays fhe to my little jewel?

Laun. Marry, he fays, your dog was a cur; and tells you, currith thanks is good enough for fuch a prefent. Pro. But he received my dog?

Loun. No, indeed, fue did not; here have I brought him back again..

Pro. What, did'st thou offer her this from me? Laun. Ay, Sir; the other squirrel was toll'n from me by the hangman's boy in the market-place; and then I offer'd her mime 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 into my fight:

Away, I fay; ftay'ft thou to vex me here?

A flave, that, fill an end, turns me to fhame.

Sebaftian, I have entertained thee,

.

[Exit Laun.

Partly, that I have need of fuch a youth;
That can with some discretion do my bufinefs
For 'tis no trufting to yon foolish lowt :)
But, chiefly, for thy face and thy behaviour;
Which, if my augury
deceive me not,
Witnefs good bringing up, fortune and truth :
Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thee.
Go prefently, and take this ring with thee;
Deliver it to Madam Silvia.

She lov'd me well, deliver'd it to me.

Jul. It feems you lov'd not her, to leave her token:

She's dead, belike.

Pro. Not fo: I think, fhe lives..

Jul. Alas!

Pro. Why do'st thou cry, alas?

ful. I cannot chufe but pity her.

Pro. Wherefore fhouldst thou pity her

Jul. Becaufe, methinks, that the lov'd you as well

As you do love your Lady Silvia:

She dreams on him, that has forgot her love;

You doat on her, that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity, love fhould be fo contrary;

And, thinking on it, makes me cry, alas!

Pro. Well, give her that ring, and give therewithal This letter; that's her chamber: tell my Lady, I claim the promife for her heav'nly picture. Your meffage done, hye home unto my chamber. Where thou fhalt find me fad and folitary. [Exit Pro.. Jul. How many women would do fuch a meffage Alas, poor Protheus, thou haft entertain'd

A fox to be the (hepherd of thy lambs:
Alas, poor fool, why do I pity him,
That with his very heart defpifeth me?
Because he loves her, he defpifeth me;
Because I love him, I muft pity him:
This ring I gave him, when he parted from me,
To bind him to remember my good will.

And now I am, unhappy meffenger,

To plead for that, which I would not obtain;
To carry that, which I would have refus'd;
To praife his faith, which I would have difprais'd..
I am my master's true confirmed love,
But cannot be true fervant to my master,.
Unless I prove falfe traitor to myself.
Yet will I woo for him, but yet fo coldly,
As, heav'n it knows, I would not have him speed..
Enter Silvia.

Lady, good day; I pray you, be my mean
To bring me where to fpeak with Madam Silvia..
Sil. What would you with her, if that I be she?
Jul. If you be fhe, I do intreat your patience
To hear me speak the message I am fent on.
Sil. From whom?

Jul. From my mafter, Sir Protheus, Madam..
Sil. Oh! he fends you for a picture?
Jul. Ay, Madam,

Sil. Urfula, bring my picture there.

Go, give your Matter this: tell him from me,.
One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget,
Would better fit his chamber than this fhadow.
Jul. Madam, may't please you to peruse this letter,
Pardon me, Madam, I have unadvis'd

Deliver'd you a paper that I should not;

This is the letter to your Ladyfhip.

Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again..
Jul. It may not be; good Madam, pardon me..
Sil. There, hold;

I will not look upon your master's lines;
I know, they're stufft with proteftations,

And