SCENE II.-The same. An Apartment in the DUKE'S Palace. Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA. Thurio. Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit? Proteus. O, sir, I find her milder than she was; And yet she takes exceptions at your person. Thurio. What, that my leg is too long? Proteus. No; that it is too little. Thurio. I'll wear a boot to make it somewhat rounder. Proteus. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loaths. Thurio. What says she to my face? Proteus. She says, it is a fair one. Thurio. Nay, then, the wanton lies; my face is black. Proteus. But pearls are fair; and the old saying is, Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes. [Aside. Julia. 'Tis true; such pearls as put out ladies' eyes; For I had rather wink than look on them. Thurio. How likes she my discourse? Proteus. Ill, when you talk of war. Thurio. But well, when I discourse of love, and peace? Julia. But better, indeed, when you hold your peace. Thurio. What says she to my valour? Proteus. O, sir, she makes no doubt of that. [Aside. Julia. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice. [A side. Thurio. What says she to my birth? Proteus. That you are well deriv'd. Julia. True; from a gentleman to a fool. [Aside. Thurio. Considers she my possessions? Proteus. O, ay; and pities them. Thurio. Wherefore? Julia. That such an ass should owe1 them. [Aside. Proteus. That they are out by lease. Julia. Here comes the duke. 4 Own. Enter DUKE. Duke. How now, sir Proteus? how now, Thurio? Which of you saw sir Eglamour of late? Duke. Why, then, she's fled unto that peasant Valen tine; And Eglamour is in her company. 'Tis true; for friar Laurence met them both, At Patrick's cell this even; and there she was not: Despatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me. That leads towards Mantua, whither they are fled: [Exit. That flies her fortune when it follows her: I'll after; more to be revenged on Eglamour, [Exit. Proteus. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love, Than hate of Eglamour, that goes with her. [Exit. Julia. And I will follow, more to cross that love, Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. [Exit. SCENE III.-Frontiers of Mantua. The Forest. Enter SILVIA and OUTLAWS. Outlaws. Come, come; Be patient, we must bring you to our captain. 5 Careless. Silvia. A thousand more mischances than this one Have learned me how to brook this patiently. 2 Outlaw. Come, bring her away. 1 Outlaw. Where is the gentleman that was with her? 3 Outlaw. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-run us, But Moyses, and Valerius, follow him. Go thou with her to the west end of the wood, 1 Outlaw. Come, I must bring you to our captain's cave; Fear not; he bears an honourable mind, And will not use a woman lawlessly. Silvia. O Valentine, this I endure for thee! [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Another part of the Forest. Valentine. How use doth breed a habit in a man! This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns: And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain!- These are my mates, that make their wills their law, Have some unhappy passenger in chase: They love me well; yet I have much to do, To keep them from uncivil outrages. Withdraw thee, Valentine: who's this comes here? 6 Sing. VOL. I. [Steps aside. F Enter PROTEUS, SILVIA, and JULIA. Proteus. Madam, this service I have done for you, (Though you respect not aught your servant doth,) To hazard life, and rescue you from him That would have forc'd your honour and your love. And less than this, I am sure, you cannot give. Valentine. How like a dream is this I see and hear! Love, lend me patience to forbear a while. Silvia. O miserable, unhappy that I am! [Aside. Proteus. Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came; But, by my coming, I have made you happy. Silvia. By thy approach thou mak'st me most unhappy. Julia. And me, when he approacheth to your presence. Silvia. Had I been seiz'd by a hungry lion, Therefore begone, solicit me no more. [Aside. Proteus. What dangerous action, stood it next to death, Would I not undergo for one calm look? O, 'tis the curse in love, and still approv'd," When women cannot love where they're belov❜d. Silvia. When Proteus cannot love where he's belov'd. Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love, For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou hadst two, 7 Felt, experienced. Than plural faith, which is too much by one: Proteus. Who respects friend? Silvia. In love, All men but Proteus. Proteus. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words Can no way change you to a milder form, I'll woo you like a soldier, at arms' end; And love you 'gainst the nature of love, force you. Proteus. I'll force thee yield to my desire. Valentine. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch; Thou friend of an ill fashion! Proteus. Valentine! Valentine. Thou common friend, that's without faith or love; (For such is a friend now,) treacherous man! Thou hast beguil'd my hopes; nought but mine eye I am sorry, I must never trust thee more, Be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender it here; I do as truly suffer, As e'er I did commit. Valentine. Then I am paid; And once again I do receive thee honest:— Is nor of heaven, nor earth; for these are pleas'd; [Faints. |