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Dissolves to water and doth lose his form. Which must be done, by praising me as much
A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine.
And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.-

Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this How now, sir Proteus? Is your countryman,

kind; According to our proclamation, gone ?

Because we know, on Valentine's report, Pro. Gone, my good lord.

You are already love's firm votary, Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously. And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. Pro. little time, my lord, will kill that grief. Upon this warrant shall you have access,

Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so. Where you with Silvia may confer at large; Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee

For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy, (For thou hast shown some sign of good desert) And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you; Makes me the better to confer with thee.

Where you may temper her, by your persuasion, Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, To hate young Valentine, and love my friend. Let me not live to look upon your grace.

Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect:Duke. Thou know'st how willingly I would effect But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough; The match between Sir Thurio and my daughter. You must lay lime,' to tangle her desires, Pro. I do, my lord.

By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant should be full fraught with serviceable vows. How she opposes her against my will.

Duke. Ay, much the force of heaven-bred poesy. Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty

Duke. Ay, and perversely she persévers sp. You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart: What might we do to make the girl forget Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio? Moist it again; and frame some feeling line,

Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine That may discover such integrity :-
With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent; For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews;
Three things that women highly hold in hate. Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,

Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoke in hate. Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans
Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it:

Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.
Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken After your dire lamenting elegies,
By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend. Visit by night your lady's chamber-window
Duke. Then you must undertake to slander With some sweet concert: to their instruments
him.

Tune a deploring dump; the night's dead silence Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do: Will well become such sweet complaining griev'Tis an ill office for a gentleman; Especially, against his very friend.

This, or else nothing, will inherit her. Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in him,

love. Your slander never can endamage him;

Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in practice. Therefore the office is indifferent,

Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver, Being entreated to it by your friend.

Let us into the city presently
Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it, To sort' some gentlemen well skill'd in music:
By aught that I can speak in his dispraise, I have a sonnet, that will serve the turn,
She shall not long continue love to him.

To give the onset to thy good advice.
But, say this weed her love from Valentine, Duke. About it, gentlemen.
It follows not that she will love sir Thurio.

Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper:
Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from him, And afterward determine our proceedings.
Lest it should ravel, and be good to none,

Duke. Even now about it. I will pardon you. You must provide to bottom it on me:

[Exeunt.

ance.

ACT IV.

SCENE I-A Forest near Mantua.

Enter certain Out-laws. 1 Out. Fellows, stand fast; I see a passenger. 2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down

with 'em.

Enter VALENTINE and SPEED. 3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have

about you; If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you.

Speed. Sir, we are undone! these are the villains
That all the travellers do fear so much.

Val. My friends
1 Out. That's not so, sir; we are your enemies.
2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him.

3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we; For he's a proper man.

Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose; A man I am, cross'd with adversity :

My riches are these poor habiliments,
of which if you should here disfurnish me,
You take the sum and substance that I have.

2 Out. Whither travel you?
Val. To Verona.
i Out. Whence came you?
Val. From Milan.
3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there?
Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might

have staid,
If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.

1 Out. What, were you banish'd thence ?
Val. I was.
2 Out. For what offence?

Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse:
I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent;
But yet I slew him manfully in fight,
Without false vantage, or base treachery.

1 Out. Why, ne'er repent it, if it were done so: But were you banish'd for so small a fault?

& Well looking

1 Birdlime. • Mournful elegy. Choose out

Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom.

Enter Tuurio and Musicians. 1 Out. Have you the tongues ?'

Thu. How now, sir Proteus, are you crept Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy; before us? Or else I often had been miserable.

Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for you know, that love 3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar, Will creep in service where it cannot go. This fellow were a king for our wild faction.

Thu. Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here. 2 Out. We'll have him: sirs, a word.

Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence. Speed. Master, be one of them;

Thu. Whom? Silvia? It is an honorable kind of thievery.

Pro. Ay, Silvia, -for your sake. Val. Peace, villain!

Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, 2 Out. Tell us this: Have you any thing to take Let's tune, and to it lustily a while.

to ? Val. Nothing, but my fortune.

Enter Host, at a distance; and Julia in boy's 3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen,

clothes. Such as the fury of ungoverned youth

Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're Thrust from the company of awful' men: allycholly; I pray you, why is it? Myself was from Verona banished,

Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. For practising to steal away a lady,

Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring An heir, and near allied unto the duke.

you where you shall hear music, and see the 2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, gentleman that you ask'd for. Whom, in my mood,” I stabb’d unto the heart. Jul. But shall I hear him speak?

1 Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as these. Host. Ay, that you shall. But to the purpose,—(for we cite our faults,

Jul. That will be music. [Music plays.
That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives,) Host. Hark! hark!
And, partly, seeing you are beautified

Jul. Is he ainong these?
With goodly shape; and by your own report Host. Ay, but peace, let's hear 'em.
A linguist; and a man of such perfection,
As we do in our quality much want;-

SONG. 2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man,

Who is Silvia? What is she?
Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you:

That all our swains commend her?
Are you content to be our general ?
To make a virtue of necessity,

Holy, fair, and wise is she;

The heavens such grace did lend her, And live, as we do, in this wilderness? 3 Out. What say’st thou? wilt thou be of our

That she might admired be. consort?

Is she kind, as she is fair? Say, ay, and be the captain of us all:

For beauty lives with kindness: We'll do thee homage, and be rul'd by thee,

Love doth to her eyes repair, Love thee as our commander, and our king.

To help him of his blindness; 1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. And, being help'd, inhabits there. 2 Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we

Then to Silvia let us sing,
have offer'u.

That Silvia is excelling;
Val. I take your offer, and will live with you;
Provided that you do no outrages

She excels each mortal thing,
On silly women, or poor passengers.

Upon the dull earth dwelling;

To her let us garlands bring. 3 Out. No, we detest such vile base practices. Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews, Host. How now? are you sadder than you were And show thee all the treasure we have got;

before? Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. How do you, man? the music likes you not.

[Exeunt.

Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not.

Host. Why, my pretty youth?
SCENE II.-Milan. Court of the Palace. Jul. He plays false, father.

Host. How? out of tune on the strings?
Enter PROTEUS.

Jul. Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my

very heart-strings. Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine,

Host. You have a quick ear. And now I must be as unjust to Thurio.

Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me Under the color of commending him,

have a slow heart. I have access my own love to prefer:

Host. I perceive you delight not in music. But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,

Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so. To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.

Host. Hark, what fine change is in the music! When I protest true loyalty to her,

Jul. Ay; that change is the spite. She twits me with my falsehood to my friend:

Host. You would have them always play but When to her beauty I commend my vows,

one thing? She bids me think, how I have been forsworn

Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov’d:

But, host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on, And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips, The least whereof would quell a lover's hope,

often resort unto this gentlewoman?

Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love,

he loved her out of all nick." The more it grows and fawneth on her still.

Jul. Where is Launce? But here comes Thurio: now must we to her window,

Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, And give some evening music to her ear.

his master's command, he must carry for a 1 Languages. 9 Lawful.

present to his lady. a Anger, resentment. * Passionate reproaches.

» Beyond all reckoning.

row.

Jul. Peace! stand aside! the company parts.

SCENE III.—The same.
Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you! I will so plead,

Enter Eglamour.
That you shall say, my cunning drift excels.
Thu. Where meet we?

Egl. This is the hour that madam Silvia
Pro. At saint Gregory's well.

Entreated me to call and know her mind; Thu. Farewell.

There's some great matter she'd employ me in. [Exeunt Taurio and Musicians. Madam, madam!

Silvia appears above, at her window. Silvia appears above, at her window.

Sil. Who calls ? Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship. Egl.

Your servant, and your friend; Sil. I thank you for your music, gentlemen: One that attends your ladyship’s command. Who is that, that spake?

Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-morPro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice. Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself. Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it.

According to your ladyship’s impose,'
Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. I am thus early come, to know what service
Sil. What is your will?

It is your pleasure to command me in.
Pro.
That I may compass yours.

sil. O Èglamour, thou art a gentleman,
Sil. You have your wish; my will is even this - (Think not I flatter, for I swear I do not,)
That presently you hie you home to bed. Valiant, wise, remorseful,' well accomplish'd.
Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man! Thou art not ignorant, what dear good will
Think'st thou, I am so shallow, so conceitless, I bear unto the banish'd Valentine;
To be seduced by thy flattery,

Nor how my father would enforce me marry That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows? Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhorr’d. Return, return, and make thy love amends. Thyself hast lov’d; and I have heard thee say, For me,-by this pale queen of night I swear, No grief did ever come so near thy heart, I am so far from granting thy request,

As when thy lady and thy true love died,
That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit; Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity.
And by and by intend to chide myself,

Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,
Even for this time I spend in talking to thee. To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode;

Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady; | And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,
But she is dead.

I do desire thy worthy company,
Jul. 'Twere false, if I should speak it; Upon whose faith and honor I repose.
For I am sure she is not buried.

[Aside. Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour, Sil. Say that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, But think upon my grief, a lady's grief; Survives; to whom, thyself art witness,

And on the justice of my flying hence, I am betrothed: And art thou not asham'd

To keep me from a most unholy match, To wrong him with thy importúnacy?

Which heaven and fortune still reward with plagues. Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead. I do desire thee, even from a heart

Sil. And so, suppose, am I; for in his grave As full of sorrows as the sea of sands, Assure thyself my love is buried.

To bear me company, and go with me: Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. If not, to hide what I have said to thee,

Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence; That I may venture to depart alone. Or, at the least, in her’s sepulchre thine.

Eg! Madam, I pity much your grievances: Jul. He heard not that.

[Aside. Which since I know they virtuously are plac'd, Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdúrate, I give consent to go along with you; Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love, Recking' as little what betideth me, The picture that is hanging in your chamber; As much I wish all good befortune you. To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep: When will you go? For, since the substance of your perfect self

Sil.

This evening coming. Is else devoted, I am but a shadow;

Egl. Where shall I meet you? And to your shadow, I will make true love.

At friar Patrick's cell, Jul. If 'twere a substance, you would, sure, de- Where I intend holy confession. ceive it,

Egh I will not fail your ladyship:
And make it but a shadow, as I am. [Aside. Good-morrow, gentle lady.
Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir;

Sil. Good-morrow, kind sir Eglamour. [Exeunt.
But, since your falsehood shall become you well
To worship shadows, and adore false shapes,

SCENE IV-The same.
Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it:

Enter Launce, with his dog.
And so good rest.
Pro.

As wretches have o'er night, When a man's servant shall play the cur with him, That wait for execution in the morn.

look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up of a (Exeunt Proteus, and Silvia from above. puppy; one that I saved from drowning when three Jul. Host, will you go?

or four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it! Host. By my halidom, I was fast asleep. I have taught himn—even as one would say preJul. Pray you, where lies sir Proteus? cisely, Thus I would teach a dog. I was sent to

Host. Marry, at my house: Trust me, I think deliver him, as a present to mistress Silvia, from 'tis almost day.

my master; and I came no sooner into the diningJul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night chamber, but he steps me to her trencher, and That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest. [Exeunt. steals her capon’s leg. O, 'tis a foul thing when a

* Injunction, command. & Compassionate. • Holy dame, blessed lady.

• Caring.

sil.

cur cannot keep' himself in all companies! I would Pro.

Not so; I think, she lives. have, as one should say, one that takes upon him Jul. Alas! to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all Pro. Why dost thou cry, alas? things. If I had not had more wit than he, to take Jul. I cannot choose but pity her. a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he had Pro. Wherefore shouldst thou pity her? been hanged for 't; sure as I live, he had suffered Jul. Because, methinks, that she lov'd you as well for 't: you shall judge. He thrusts me himself into As you do love your lady Silvia: the company of three or four gentlemen-like dogs, She dreams on him, that has forgot her love; under the duke's table: he had not been there You dote on her, that cares not for your love. (bless the mark !) a pissing while; but all the cham- | 'Tis pity, love should be so contrary; ber smelt him. Out with the dog, says one; What And thinking on it makes me cry, alas! cur is that? says another; Whip him out, says the Pro. Well, give her that ring, and therewithal third; Hang him up, says the duke. I, having been This letter;—That's her chamber.—Tell my lady acquainted with the smell before, knew it was Crab; I claim the promise for her heavenly picture. and goes me to the fellow that whips the dogs: Your message done, hie home unto my chamber, Friend, quoth I, you mean to whip the dog? Ay, Where thou shalt find me sad and solitary. marry, do I, quoth he. You do him the more

[Exit Proteus. wrong, quoth I; 'twas I did the thing you wot Jul. How many women would do such a message? of. He makes me no more ado, but whips me out Alas, poor Proteus! thou hast entertain'd of the chamber. How many masters would do A fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs: this for their servant? Nay, I'll be sworn, I have | Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him sat in the stocks for puddings he hath stolen, other. That with his very heart despiseth me? wise he had been executed: I have stood on the Because he loves her, he despiseth me; pillory for geese he hath killed, otherwise he had Because I love him, I must pity him. suffered for 't: thou think'st not of this now! This ring I gave him, when he parted from me, Nay, I remember the trick you served me, when I To bind him to remember my good will: took my leave of madam Silvia; did not I bid thee And now am I (unhappy messenger) still mark me, and do as I do? When didst thou To plead for that which I would not obtain; see me heave up my leg, and make water against To carry that which I would have refus'd; a gentlewoman's farthingale? didst thou ever see To praise his faith, which I would have disprais'd. me do such a trick?

I am my master's true confirmed love;

But cannot be true servant to my master,
Enter PROTEUS and Julia.

Unless I prove false traitor to myself.
Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well, Yet I will woo for him; but yet so coldly,
And will employ thee in some service presently. As, heaven it knows, I would not have him speed.
Jul. In what you please; I will do what I can.

Enter Silvia attended. Pro. I hope thou wilt.—How now, you whoreson peasant?

[TO LAUNCE. Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean Where have you been these two days loitering? To bring me where to speak with madam Silvia.

Laun. Marry, sir, I carried mistress Silvia the Sil. What would you with her, if that I be she? dog you bade me.

Jul. If you be shie, I do entreat your patience Pro. And what says she to my little jewel ? To hear me speak the message I am sent on. Laun. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur;

Sil. From whom? and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for Jul. From my master, sir Proteus, madam. such a present.

Sil. 0!-he sends you for a picture? Pro. But she received my dog?

Jul. Ay, madam. Laun. No, indeed, she did not: here have I Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there. brought him back again.

[Picture brought Pro. What, didst thou offer ber this from me? Go, give your master this: tell him from me,

Laun. Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stolen from One Julia that his changing thoughts forget, me by the hangman's boys in the market-place: Would better fit his chamber than this shadow. and then I offered her mine own; who is a dog as Jul. Madam, please you peruse this letter.big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater. Pardon me, madam; I have unadvis'd

Pro. Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again, Deliver'd you a paper that I should not;
Or ne'er return again into my sight.

This is the letter to your ladyship.
Away, I say: stay'st thou to vex me here?

Sil. I pray thce, let me look on that again A slave, that, still an end," turns me to shame. Jul. It may not be; good madam, pardon me.

[Exit Launce. Sil. There, hold. Sebastian, I have entertained thee,

I will not look upon your master's lines: Partly, that I have need of such a youth,

I know they are stuff’d with protestations, That can with some discretion do my business, And full of new-found oaths; which he will break For’tis no trusting to yon foolish lowt;

As easily as I do tear his paper. But, chiefly, for thy face and thy behavior;

Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. Which (if my augury deceive me not)

Sil. The more shame for him that he sends it me: Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth: For I have heard him say a thousand times, Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thee. His Julia gave it him at his departure: Go presently, and take this ring with thee, Though his false finger hath profan'd the ring, Deliver it to madam Silvia:

Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong. She loved me well, deliver'd it to me.

Jul. She thanks you. Jul. It seems you loved her not, to leave her Sil. What say'st thou ? token:

Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her: She's dead, belike.

Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. 1 Restrain.

In the end.

Sil. Dost thou know her?

sorrow.

Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself. I weep myself to think upon thy words. To think upon her woes, I do protest,

Here, youth, there is my purse; I give thee this That I have wept a hundred several times. For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lov'st her. Sil. Belike, she thinks that Proteus hath forsook Farewell.

[Exit Silvia. her.

Jul. And she shall thank you for 't, if e'er you Jul. I think she doth, and that's her cause of

know her.

A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful. Sil. Is she not passing fair?

I hope my master's suit will be but cold, Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is: Since she respects my mistress' love so much. When she did think my master lov'd her well, Alas, how love can trifle with itself! She, in my judgment, was as fair as you; Here is her picture: Let me see; I think, But since she did neglect her looking-glass, If I had such a tire,' this face of mine And threw her sun-expelling mask away, Were full as lovely as is this of hers: The air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks, And yet the painter flatter'd her a little, And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face,

Unless I flatter with myself too much. That now she is become as black as I.

Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow: Sil. How tall was she?

If that be all the difference in his love, Jul. About my stature: for at Pentecost," I'll get me such a color'd periwig. When all our pageants of delight were play'd, Her eyes are grey as glass; and so are mine: Our youth got me to play the woman's part, Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine's as high. And I was trimm'd in madam Julia's gown; What should it be, that he respects in her, Which served me as fit, by all men's judgment, But I can make respective in myself, As if the garment had been made for me: If this fond love were not a blinded god ? Therefore I know she is about my height. Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up, And, at that time, I made her weep a-good," For 'tis thy rival. O thou senseless form, For I did play a lamentable part:

Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, lov'd, and ador’d; Madam, 'twas Ariadne, passioning

And, were there sense in his idolatry, For Theseus' perjury, and unjust flight;

My substance should be statue in thy stead. Which I so lively acted with my tears,

I'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' sake, That my poor mistress, moved therewithal, That us’d me so; or else, by Jove I vow, Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead, I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes, If I in thought felt not her very sorrow!

To make my master out of love with thee. Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth!

[Exit. Alas, poor lady! desolate and left !

ACT V.

SCENE I.-The same.

An Abbey.

Jul. 'Tis true; such pearls as put out ladies' eyes; Enter EGLAMOUR.

For I had rather wink than look on them. [Aside.

Thu. How likes she my discourse? Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky;

Pro. Ill, when you talk of war. And now, it is about the very hour

Thu. But well, when I discourse of love, and That Silvia, at Patrick's cell, should meet me.

peace? She will not fail; for lovers break not hours,

Jul. But better, indeed, when you hold your Unless it be to come before their time:

peace.

[Aside. So much they spur their expedition.

Thu. What says she to my valor ?
Enter SILVIA.

Pro. O, sir, she makes no doubt of that.
See, where she comes: Lady, a happy evening! Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.
Sil. Amen, amen! go on, good Eglamour !

[Aside. Out at the postern by the abbey wall;

Thu. What says she to my birth? I fear I am attended by some spies.

Pro. That you are well derived.
Egl. Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off; Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool. [ Aside.
If we recover that, we are sure enough. [Exeunt. Thu. Considers she my possessions ?
SCENE IL-The same.

Pro. O, ay; and pities them.
An Apartment in the

Thu. Wherefore?
Duke's Palace.

Jul. That such an ass should owe them. [-Aside.
Enter Taurio, Proteus, and JULIA. Pro. That they are out by lease.
Thu. Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit?

Jul. Here comes the duke.
Pro. O, sir, I find her milder than she was;

Enter DUKE.
And yet she takes exceptions at your person.
Thu. What, that my leg is too long?

Duke. How now, sir Proteus? how now, Thurio? Pro. No; that it is too little.

Which of you saw sir Eglamour of late ? Thu. I'll wear a boot to make it somewhat Thu. Not I. rounder.

Pro.

Nor I. Pro. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loaths. Duke.

Saw you my daughter? Thu. What says she to my face?

Pro.

Neither. Pro. She says, it is a fair one.

Duke. Why, then, she's fled unto that peasant Thu. Nay, then, the wanton lics; my face is black.

Valentine;
Pro. But pearls are fair; and the old saying is, And Eglamour is in her company,
Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.

"Tis true; for friar Laurence met them both,
3 Whitsuntide.
• In good earnest.
• Head-dress.

. Own.

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