Go prefently, and take this ring with thee; She lov'd me well, deliver'd it to me. Jul. It seems, you lov'd not her, to leave her token: She's dead, belike. Pro. Not fo: I think, fhe lives. Jul. Alas! Pro. Why do'st thou cry, alas? Jul. I cannot chufe but pity her. Pro. Wherefore shouldst thou pity her? Jul. Becaufe, methinks, that the lov'd you as well She dreams on him, that has forgot her love; And, thinking on it, makes me cry, alas! Pro. Well, give her that ring, and give therewithal SCENE [Exit Protheus. VIII. Jul. How many women would do fuch a meffage? A fox to be the fhepherd of thy lambs: To plead for that, which I would not obtain; Το To praise his faith, which I would have difprais'd. 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; This is the letter to your ladyfhip. Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. I will not look upon your mafter's lines; I know, they're ftufft with proteftations, And full of new-found oaths; which he will break, As cafily 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, Mine shall not do his Julia fo much wrong. Jul. She thanks you. Sil. What fay'ft thou? Jul. I thank you, Madam, that you tender her; Poor gentlewoman, my mafter wrongs Sil. Doft thou know her? her much. Jul. Almost as well, as I do know myself. To think upon her woes, I do protest That I have wept an hundred feveral times. Sil. Belike, fhe thinks, that Protheus hath forfook her. Jul. I think, fhe doth; and that's her caufe of forrow. Jul. She hath been fairer, Madam, than she is: Jul. About my ftature: for at Pentecoft, 3 But fince he did neglect her looking-glass, That now he is become as black as I.] To farve the Rofes is certainly a very proper expreffion: but what is pinching a tin&ture? However ftarved, in the third line, made the blundering Editors write pinch'd in the fourth; tho' they might have seen 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. We fhould read, And PITCH'D the lilly-tincture of her face. i. e. turned the white tincture black, as the following line has it, That now he is become as black as I. and we fay, in common fpeech, as black as pitch. By the rofes being farv'd, is only meant their being withered, and lofing their colour. When When all our pageants of delight were plaid, Sil, She is beholden to thee, gentle youth. know her. A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful. But But I can make respective in myself, If this fond love were not a blinded god? Thou shalt be worship'd, kifs'd, lov'd and ador'd; * My substance should be statued in thy stead. I should have scratch'd out your unfeeing eyes, ACT V. SCENE I Near the Friar's Cell, in Milan, Enter Eglamour. EGLAMOUR. HE fun begins to gild the western sky, Silvia, at Friar Patrick's cell, fhould meet me, See, where fhe comes. Lady, a happy evening. Sil. Amen, Amen! Go on, good Eglamour, I fear, I am attended by fome fpies. Egl. Fear not; the foreft is not three leagues off; If we recover that, we're fure enough. [Exeunt. 4 My fubftance fhould be STATUE in thy flead.] It is evident this noun fhould be a participle STATUED, i. e. placed on a pedeftal, or fixed in a fhrine to be adored. SCENE |