And show thee all the treasure we have got ;
Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. Milan. Outside the DUKE's palace, under
SILVIA'S chamber.

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 falschood 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 loved :
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 music to her ear.

Enter THURIO and Musicians.

Thu. How now, Sir Proteus, are you crept before us?
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.
Thu. Who? Silvia?

Pro.

Ay, Silvia; for your sake. Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, Let's tune, and to it lustily awhile.

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Enter, at a distance, Host, 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 music and see the gentleman that you asked for.

Jul. But shall I hear him speak?

Host. Ay, that you shall.

Jul. That will be music.

Host. Hark, hark!

[Music plays.

Who is Silvia? what is she,

That all our swains commend her?

Holy, fair and wise is she;

The heaven such grace did lend her,
That she might admired be.

Is she kind as she is fair?

For beauty lives with kindness.
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness,
And, being help'd, inhabits there.

Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling:
To her let us garlands bring.

Host. How now! are you sadder than you were before?

How do you, man? the music likes you not.

Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not.

Host. Why, my pretty youth?

Jul. He plays false, father.

Host. How? out of tune on the strings?

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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 music.

Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so.

Host. Hark, what fine change is in the music!

Jul. Ay, that change is the spite.

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.

Jul. Where is Launce?

Host. Gone to seek his dog; which to-morrow, by his master's command, he must carry for a present to his lady. Jul. Peace! stand aside the company parts.

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Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you I will so plead That you shall say my cunning drift excels.

Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship. Sil. I thank you for your music, gentlemen. Who is that that spake?

Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth,
You would quickly learn to know him by his voice.
Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it.

Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant.
Sil. What's your will?

Pro.

That I may compass yours.
Sil. You have your wish; my will is even this:
That presently you hie you home to bed.
Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man!
Think'st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless,
To be seduced by thy flattery,

That hast deceived so many with thy vows?
Return, return, and make thy love amends.
For me, by this pale queen of night I swear,
I am so far from granting thy request
That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit,
And by and by intend to chide myself

Even for this time I spend in talking to thee.

Pro. I grant sweet love, that I did love a lady; But she is dead.

Jul. [Aside] "Twere false, if I should speak it; For I am sure she is not buried.

Sil. Say that she be; yet Valentine thy friend Survives; to whom, thyself art witness,

I am betroth'd and art thou not ashamed

To wrong him with thy importunacy?

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 hers thence,

Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine.

Jul. [Aside] He heard not that.

Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love, The picture that is hanging in your chamber;

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To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep:
For since the substance of your perfect self
Is else devoted, I am but a shadow;

And to your shadow will I make true love.

Jul. [Aside] If 'twere a substance, you would, sure, deceive it,

And make it but a shadow, as I am.

Sil. I am very loath to be your idol, sir;

But since your falsehood 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'ernight
That wait for execution in the morn.

Jul. Host, will you go?

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[Exeunt Pro. and Sil. severally.

Host. By my halidom, I was fast asleep.
Jul. Pray you, where lies Sir Proteus?

Host. Marry, at my house. Trust me, I think 'tis almost

day.

Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watch'd and the most heaviest.

SCENE III. The same.

Enter EGLAMOUR.

Egl. This is the hour that Madam Silvia

Entreated me to call and know her mind:

There's some great matter she'ld employ me in.
Madam, madam !

Sil.

Egl.

Enter SILVIA above.

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[Exeunt.

Who calls?

Your servant and your friend;

One that attends your ladyship's command.

Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good morrow.
Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself:
According to your ladyship's impose,

I am thus early come to know what service
It is your pleasure to commend me in.

Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman-
Think not I flatter, for I swear I do not-
Valiant, wise, remorseful, well accomplish'd:
Thou art not ignorant what dear good will
I bear unto the banish'd Valentine,

Nor how my father would enforce me marry

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Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhors.
Thyself hast loved; and I have heard thee say
No grief did ever come so near thy heart
As when thy lady and thy true love died,
Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity.
Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,
To Mantua, where I hear he makes abode
And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,
I do desire thy worthy company,
Upon whose faith and honour I repose.
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Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour,
But think upon my grief, a lady's grief,
And on the justice of my flying hence,
To keep me from a most unholy match,
Which heaven and fortune still rewards with plagues.
I do desire thee, even from a heart

As full of sorrows as the sea of sands,

To bear me company and go with me:

If not, to hide what I have said to thee, .

That I may venture to depart alone.

Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances;

Which since I know they virtuously are placed,
I give consent to go along with you,

Recking as little what betideth me

As much I wish all good befortune you.
When will you go?

Sil.

This evening coming.
Egl. Where shall I meet you?
Sil.

Where I intend holy confession.
Egl. I will not fail your ladyship.

lady.

At Friar Patrick's cell,

Good morrow,

gentle

[Exeunt severally.

Sil. Good morrow, kind Sir Eglamour.

SCENE IV. The same.

Enter LAUNCE, with his Dog.

Launce. When a man's servant shall play the cur with him, look you, it goes hard one that I brought up of a puppy one that I saved from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it. I have taught him, even as one would say precisely, "thus I would teach a dog." I was sent to deliver him as a present to Mistress Silvia from my master; and I came no sooner into the dining-chamber but he steps me to her trencher and steals her capon's leg: 0, 'tis a foul thing when a cur can