And full of new-found oaths; which he will break,
As eafily as I do tear his paper.
Jul. Madam, he fends your Ladyship this ring.
Sil. The more fhame for him, that he fends it me
For, I have heard him fay a thousand times,
His Julia gave it him at his departure :
Tho' his falfe finger have prophan'd the ring,.
Mine fhall not do his Julia fo much wrong.
Jul. She thanks you.
Jul. I thank you, Madam, that you tender her; Poor Gentlewoman, my mafter wrongs her much. Sil. Doft thou know her?
Jul. Almoft as well, as I do know myself, To think upon her woes, I do proteft,
That I have wept an hundred feveral times.
Sil. Belike, the thinks, that Protheus hath forfook her.
Jul. I think, the doth; and that's her cause of forrow.
Sil. Is fhe not paffing fair?
Jul. She hath been fairer, Madam, than fhe is:
When she did think, my mafter lov'd her well,
She, in my judgment, was as fair as you.
But fince the did neglect her looking-glass,
And threw her fun-expelling mafk away;
The air hath ftarv'd the roses in her cheeks,.
And pinch'd the lilly-tincture of her face,
That now the is become as black as I.
Sil. How tall was fhe?
Jul. About my ftature: for at Pentecoft,
When all our pageants of delight were plaid,
Our youth got me to play the woman's part,
And I was trim'd in Madam Julia's gown;
Which served me as fit, by all mens judgments,
As if the garment had been made for me;
Therefore, I know, fhe is about my height.
And at that time I made her weep a-good,
For I did play a lamentable part.
Madam, 'twas Ariadne, paffioning
For Thefeus perjury and unjust flight;.
Which I fo lively acted with my tears,
That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead,
If I in thought felt not her very forrow!
Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth.
Alas, poor Lady! defolate and left!
I wept myself, to think upon thy words.
Here, youth, there is my purfe; I give thee this
For thy fweet miftrefs' fake, because thou lov'st her.
Farewel.
[Exit Silvias
Jul. And fhe fhall thank you for't, if e'er you know her.
A virtuous Gentlewoman, mild and beautiful.
I hope, my master's fuit will be but cold;
Since the refpects my mistress' love fo much.
Alas! how love can trifle with itself!
Here is her picture; let me fee; I think,
If I had fuch a tire, this face of mine
Were full as lovely as is this of hers:
And yet the painter flatter'd her a little,,
Unless I flatter with myfelf too much.
Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow.
If that be all the diff'rence in his love,
I'll get me fuch a colour'd perriwig.
Her eyes are grey as glafs, and fo are mine; (16)
Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine is high.
What should it be, that he refpects in her,
But I can make refpective in myself,
If this fond love were not a blinded god?
Come, fhadow, come; and take this shadow up;
For 'tis thy rival. O thou fenfelefs form,
Thou shalt be worship'd, kifs'd, lov'd and ador'd
And were there fenfe in his idolatry,
My fubftance fhould be ftatue in thy ftead.
I'il ufe thee kindly for thy miftrefs' fake,,
That us'd me fo; or elfe, by Jove I vow,
I should have fcratch'd out your unfeeing eyes,
To make my mafter out of love with thee.
(16) Her eyes are grey as grafs.] Mr. Rowe and Mr. Pope's editions, for what reafon I know not, vary from the old copies, which have it rightly, glafs. So Chaucer, in the character of his Prioress; Full femely her wimple pinchid was, Her nofe was tretes, her eyen grey as glass.
ENKOENADEAKD & ENADENKIENKO
SCENE, near the Friar's Cell, in Milan.
Enter Eglamour.
EGLAMOUR.
HE fun begins to gild the western sky,
And now it is about the very hour
Silvia, at Friar Patrick's cell, should meet me.
She will not fail; for lovers break not hours,
Unless it be to come before their time:
So much they fpur their expedition.
See, where he comes. Lady, a happy evening.
Enter Silvia.
Sil. Amen, Amen! Go on, good Eglamour,
Out at the poftern by the Abbey-wall;
I fear, I am attended by fome fpies.
Egl. Fear not; the foreft is not three leagues off;
If we recover that, we're fure enough.
SCENE changes to an Apartment in the
Duke's Palace.
Enter Thurio, Protheus, and Julia.
Thu. Sir Protheus, what fays Silvia to my fuit?
Pro. Oh, Sir, I find her milder than fhe was,
And yet he takes exceptions at your person.
Thu. What, that my leg is too long?
Pro. No; that it is too little.
Thu. I'll wear a boot to make it fomewhat rounder. Pro. But love will not be fpurr'd to what it loaths. Thu. What fays fhe to my face?
Pro. She fays, it is a fair one.
Thu. Nay, then the wanton lies; my face is black. Pro. But pearls are fair; and the old faying is,
"Black men are pearls in beauteous Ladies eyes. Jul. 'Tis true, fuch pearls as put out Ladies eyes; For I had rather wink, than look on them. [Afide.
Thu. How likes the my difcourfe?
Pro. Ill, when you talk of war.
Thu. But well, when I difcourfe of love and peace?
Jul. But better, indeed, when you hold your peace.
Thu. What fays fhe to my valour?
Pro. Oh, Sir, the makes no doubt of that.
Jul. She needs not, when he knows it cowardice.
Thu. What fays fhe to my birth?
Pro. That you are well deriv'd.
Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool.
Thu. Confiders fhe my poffeffions ?
Pro. Oh, ay, and pities them.
Jul. That fuch an afs fhould own them.
Pro. That they are out by leafe.
Jul. Here comes the Duke.
Duke. How now, Sir Protheus? how now,
Which of you faw Sir Eglamour of late?
Duke. Saw you my daughter?
Pro. Neither,
Duke. Why then
She's filed unto that peafant Valentine;
And Eglamour is in her company.
'Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both,
As he in penance wander'd through the foreft:
Him he knew well and guefs'd that it was the;
But, being mafk'd, he was not fure of it.
Befides, the did intend confeffion
At Patrick's cell this ev'n, and there she was not:
Thefe likelihoods confirm her flight from hence.
Therefore, I pray you, ftand not to discourse,
But mount you prefently, and meet with me
Upon the rising of the mountain-foot
That leads tow'rds Mantua, whither they are fled.
Difpatch, fweet gentlemen, and follow me. [Exit Duke.
Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,
That flies her fortune where it follows her:
I'll after, more to be reveng'd of Eglamour
Than for the love of reckless Silvia.
Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love,
Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her.
Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love,
Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love.
SCENE changes to the Forest.
Enter Silvia and Out-laws.
NOME, come, be patient; we must bring you to our Captain.
Sil. A thousand more mifchances, than this one, Have learn'd me how to brook this patiently.
2 Out. Come, bring her away.
1 Out. Where is the gentleman, that was with her? 3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-run us; But Moyfes and Valerius follow him.
Go thou with her to th' weft end of the wood,
There is our captain: follow him, that's fled.
The thicket is befet, he cannot 'fcape.
1 Out. Come, I muft bring you to our captain's cave, Fear not; he bears an honourable mind,
And will not use a woman lawlessly.
Sil. O Valentine this I endure for thee.
SCENE, the Outlaw's Cave in the Forest.
HOW ufe doth breed a habit in a man! This fhadowy defart, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns. Here can I fit alone, unfeen of
And to the nightingale's complaining notes
Tune my diftreffes, and record my woes.
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