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Milan. Court of the Palace.'
Enter PROTEUS. Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, And now I must be as unjust to Thurio. Under the colour of commending him, I have access my own love to prefer ; But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, To be corrupted with my worthless gifts. When I protest true loyalty to her, She twits me with my falshood to my friend ; When to her beauty I commend my vows, She bids me think, how I have been forsworn In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov'd : And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips, The least whereof would quell a lover's hope, Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, The more it grows and fawneth on her still. But here comes Thurio : now must we to her window, And give some evening musick to her ear.
Enter Thurio, and Musicians.
Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for, you know, that love Will creep in service where it cannot go.
Thu. Ay, but, I hope, sir, that you love not here. Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence.
5 Passionate reproaches. · . - 1 2
Thu. Whom? Silvia ?
Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, Let's tune, and to it lustily a while.
Enter Host, at a distance ; and Julia in boy's clothes. · Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're allycholly ; I pray you, why is it?
Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry.
Host. Come, we'll have you merry : I'll bring you where you shall hear musick, and see the gentleman that you ask'd for.
Jul. But shall I hear him speak?
That all our swains commend her ?
The heavens such grace did lend her,
Is she kind, as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness:
To help him of his blindness ;
Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling;
Upon the dull earth dwelling:
Host. How now? are you sadder' than you were
Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not.
Jul. Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my very heart-strings.
Host. You have a quick ear.
Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me have a slow heart.
Host. I perceive, you delight not in musick.
Host. You would have them always play but one thing?
Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. But, host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on, often resort unto this gentlewoman?
Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, he loved her out of all nick.6
Jul. Where is Launce ?
• Beyond all reckoning.
by his master's command, he must carry for a present to his lady.
Jul. Peace! stand aside! the company parts.
Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you! I will so plead, That you shall say, my cunning drift excels.
Thu. Where meet we?
Silvia appears above, at her window.
Sil. I thank you for your musick, gentlemen : Who is that, that spake ?
Pro. One, lady, if you knew bis pure heart's truth, You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice.
Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it.
That I may compass yours.
Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady; But she is dead.
"Twere false, if I should speak it; For, I am sure, she is not buried.
Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead.
Sil. And so, suppose, am I; for in his grave Assure thyself, my love is buried.
Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.
Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence ;
I am. [Aside." Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir; But, since your falshood shall become you well To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it : And so good rest. Pro.
As wretches have o'er-night, That wait for execution in the morn.
[Exeunt ProteUS; and Silvia from above.