Go prefently, and take this ring with thee; 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 doft thou cry, alas? Jul. I cannot chuse but pity her. Pro. Wherefore fhouldft thou pity her? Jul. Beceufe, methinks, that fhe lov'd you as well As you do love your lady Silvia: She dreams on him, that has forgot her love; 'Tis pity, love fhould be fo contrary; your And, thinking on it, makes me cry, alas! love. Pro. Well, give her that ring, and give therewithal This letter; that's her chamber: tell my lady, I claim the promise for her heav'nly picture. Your meffage done, hie home unto my chamber. Where thou shalt find me fad and folitary. [Exit Protheus. SCENE VIII. Jul. HOW many women would do fuch a message? Alas, Poor Protheus, thou haft entertain'd A fox to be the fhepherd of thy lambs: To plead for that, which I would not obtain; To praise his faith, which I would have disprais'd. I am my master's true confirmed love, Lady, good day; I pray you, be my mean Jul From my mafter, Sir Protheus, Madam. Sil. Urfula, bring my picture there. Go, give your mafter this: tell him from me, Deliver'd you a paper that I fhould not; Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. I will not look upon your mafter's lines; I know, they're stufft with proteftations, 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, Sil. What fay'ft thou? Jul. I thank you, Madam, that you tender her; Poor gentlewoman, my mafter wrongs her much. Sil. Doft thou know her? ful. Almoft as well, as I do know myself. To think upon her woes, I do protest That I have wept an hundred several times. [her. Sil. Belike, fhe thinks, that Protheus hath forfook Jul. She hath been fairer, Madam, than fhe is Jul. About my ftature: for at Pentecoft, The air hath ftarv'd the rofes in her cheeks, : And pinch'd the lilly-tinclure of her face. That now he is become as black as I.] To farve the Rofes is certainly a very proper Expreffion: But what is pinching a Tincture? Probably the Word ftarv'd, made fome Editors write pinch'd;_tho' they might have feen that it was a tanning fcorching, not a freezing Air that was spoken of. For how could this latter Quality in the Air fo affect the Whiteness of the Skin as to turn it black. fore we fhould read, And pitch'd the lilly-tincture of her face. There i. e. turned the white Tincture black, as the following Line has it, That now he is become as black as I. and we say, in common Speech, as black as Pitch... - By the Rofes being far'd, is only meant their being withered, and lofing their Colour. There Therefore, I know, fhe is about my height. Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth. I weep myself, to think upon thy words. know her. A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful, Her eyes are grey as glass, and fo are mine; My *My substance should be ftatued in thy ftead. [Exit. ACT V. SCENE I. Near the Friar's Cell, in Milan. Enter Eglamour. EGLAMOUR. HE fun begins to gild the western sky, See, where he comes. Lady, a happy evening. Sil. Amen, Amen! Go on, good Eglamour, I fear, I am attended by some spies. Egl. Fear not; the foreft is not three leagues off; If we recover that, we'er fure enough. [Exeunt. Changes to an Apartment in the Duke's Palace.. I'R Protheus, what fays Silvia to my fuit? Thu. SIR My fubftance fhould be ftatue in thy flead.] It is evident this Noun fhould be a Participle, ftatued, i. e. placed on a Pedestal, or fixed in a Shrine to be adored. And |