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Pro. Wherefore should'st thou pity her ?

Jul. Because, methinks, that she loved you as well
As you do love your lady Silvia:
She dreams on him, that has forgot her love;
You dote on her, that cares not for your love. '
'Tis pity, love should be so contrary;
And thinking on it makes me cry, alas!

Pro. Well, give her that ring, and therewithal
This letter ;—that's her chamber.-Tell my lady,
I claim the promise for her heavenly picture.
Your message done, hie home unto my chamber,
Where thou shalt find me sad and solitary. '

. [Exit PROTEUS.
Jul. How many women would do such a message ?
Alas, poor Proteus ! thou hast entertain'd
A fox, to be the shepherd of thy lambs :
Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him
That with his very heart despiseth me?
Because he loves her, he despiseth me;
Because I love him, I must pity him.
This ring I gave him, when he parted from me,
To bind him to remember my good will:
And now am I (unhappy messenger)
To plead for that, which I would not obtain ;
To carry that which I would have refus'd;
To praise his faith, which I would have disprais'd.
I am my master's true confirmed love;
But cannot be true servant to my master,
Unless I prove false traitor to myself.
Yet I will woo for him: but yet so coldly,
As, heaven, it knows, I would not have him speed.

Enter Silvia, attended. Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean To bring me where to speak with madam Silvia.

Sil. What would you with her, if that I be she?

Jul. If you be she, I do entreat your patience
To hear me speak the message I am sent on.

Sil. From whom?
Jul. From my master, sir Proteus, madam.
Sil. O!-he sends you for a picture ?
Jul. Ay, 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.
Jul. It may not be; good madam, pardon me.

Sil. There, hold.
I will not look upon your master's lines :
I know, they are stuff’d with protestations,
And full of new-found oaths ; which he will break
As easily as I do tear his paper.

Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring.

Sil. The more shame for him that he sends it me; For, I have heard him say a thousand times, His Julia gave it him at his departure :

Though his false finger hath profan'd the ring, , Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong.

Jul. She thanks you.
Sil. What say'st thou ?

Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her: Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much.

Sil. Dost thou know her?

Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself:
To think upon her woes, I do protest,
That I have wept an hundred several times.

Şil. Belike, she thinks that Proteus hath forsook her.
Jul. I think she doth, and that's her cause of

sorrow.
Sil. Is she not passing fair ? !

Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is:
When she did think my master lov'd her well,
She, in my judgment, was as fair as you ;
But since she did neglect her looking-glass,
And threw her sun-expelling mask away,
The air hath stary'd the roses in her cheeks,
And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face,
That now she is become as black as I.

Sil. How tall was she?

Jul. About my stature : for, at Pentecost, 4
When all our pageants of delight were play'd,
Our youth got me to play the woman's part,
And I was trimm'd in madam Julia's gown;
Which served me as fit, by all men's judgment,
As if the garment had been made for me;
Therefore, I know she is about my height.
And, at that time, I made her weep a-good,5
For I did play a lamentable part:
Madam, 'twas Ariadne, passioning

4 Whitsuntide. s in good earnest.

For Theseus' perjury, and unjust flight;
Which I so 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 sorrow!

Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth!-
Alas, poor lady! desolate and left!-
I 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 e'er you

know her.-
A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful.
I hope my master's suit will be but cold,
Since she respects my mistress' love so much.
Alas, how love can trifle with itself!
Here is her picture : Let me see; I think,
If I had such a tire,6 this face of mine
Were full as lovely as is this of hers :
And yet the painter flatter'd her a little,
Unless I fatter with myself too much.
Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow :
If that be all the difference in his love, .,
I'll get me such a colour'd periwig. ,
Her eyes are grey as glass; and so are mine?
Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine's as high.
What should it be, that he respects in her,
But I can make respective 7 in myself,
If this fond love were not a blinded god ? ;
Çome, shadow, come, and take this shadow up,

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6 Head dress.

7 Respectable.

For 'tis thy rival. O thou senseless form,
Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, lov’d, and adord;
And, were there sense in his idolatry,
My substance should be statue in thy stead.
I'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' sake,
That us'd me so; or else, by Jove I vow,'
I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes,
To make my master out of love with thee. [Exit., :

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SCENE I. The same. An Abbey.

Enter 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.
She will not fail ; for lovers break not hours, ..
Unless it be to come before their time;
So much they spur their expedition.

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.

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