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And pinched the lily-tincture of her face,
Sil. How tall was she?
Jul. About my stature: for, at Pentecost,
Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth !
[Exit SILVIA. Jul. And she shall thank you for't, if e'er you know her.A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful. I hope my master's suit will be but cold, Since she respects my mistress' love so much. Alas, how love can trifle with itself! Here is her picture : let me see; I think, If I had such a tire, this face of mine Were full as lovely as is this of hers : And yet the painter flattered her a little, Unless I flatter with myself too much. Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow: If that be all the difference in his love, I'll get me such a colored periwig. Her eyes are gray as glass; and so are mine: Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine's as high. What should it be, that he respects in her, But I can make respective in myself, If this fond love were not a blinded god ? Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up, For 'tis thy rival. O thou senseless form, Thou shalt be worshipped, kissed, loved, and adored: And, were there sense in his idolatry,
My substance should be statue in thy stead.
The same. An Abbey.
. Amen, amen! go on, good Eglamour !
Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off : If we recover that, we are sure enough. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. The same.
A Room in the Duke's Palace.
Pro. O, sir, I find her milder than she was ;
Thu. What, that my leg is too long?
Pro. But pearls are fair; and the old saying is,
Jul. 'Tis true; such pearls as put out ladies' eyes; For I had rather wink than look on them. [Aside.
Thu. How likes she my discourse?
says she to my birth?
Thu. Not I.
Duke. Why, then she's filed unto that peasant Valentine;
Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,
[Erit. Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love, Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her. [Erit. Jul. And I will follow more to cross that love, Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love.
SCENE III. Frontiers of Mantua. The Forest.
Enter SILVIA and Outlaws.
Out. Come, come;
Sil. A thousand more mischances than this one
2 Out. Come, bring her away. 1 Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her ?
3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath outrun us, But Moyses and Valerius follow him. Go thou with her to the west end of the wood; There is our captain : we'll follow him that's fled: The thicket is beset, he cannot 'scape. 1 Out.
Come, I must bring you to our captain's cave: Fear not; he bears an honorable mind, And will not use a woman lawlessly.
Sil. O Valentine, this I endure for thee ! [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. Another Part of the Forest.
Enter VALENTINE. Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man! This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing, peopled towns : Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, Tune my distresses, and record my woes. O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, Leave not the mansion so long tenantless; Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall, And leave no memory of what it was ! Repair me with thy presence, Silvia ; Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain ! What hallooing, and what stir, is this to-day? 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?
Enter PROTEUS, SILVIA, and JULIA.
Val. How like a dream is this I see and hear!
Sil. O miserable, unhappy that I am!
Pro. Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came; But, by my coming, I have made you happy.
Sil. By thy approach thou mak'st me most unhappy. Jul. And me, when he approacheth to your presence.
[Aside. Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion, I would have been a breakfast to the beast, Rather than have false Proteus rescue me. 0, heaven be judge, how I love Valentine, Whose life's as tender to me as my soul; And full as much (for more there cannot be) I do detest false, perjured Proteus : Therefore begone, solicit me no nore.
Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to death, Would I not undergone for one calm look! 0, 'tis the curse in love, snd still approved, When women cannot love where they're beloved.
Sil. When Proteus cannot love where he's beloved.
All men but Proteus.
Sil. O heaven!