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Du. Thou know’st how willingly, I would effect The match betweene sir Thurio, and my daughter? Pro. I doe my Lord

Du. And also, I thinke, thou art not ignorant How she opposes her against my will?
Pro. She did my Lord, when Valentine was here

Du. I, and peruersly, she perseuers so: What might we doe to make the girle forget The loue of Valentine, and loue sir Thurio? Pro. The best way is, to slander Valentine, With falsehood, cowardize, and poore discent: Three things, that women highly hold in hate

Du. I, but she’ll thinke, that it is spoke in hate

Pro. I, if his enemy deliuer it.
Therefore it must with circumstance be spoken By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend

Du. Then you must vndertake to slander him

Pro. And that (my Lord) I shall be loath to doe: ‘Tis an ill office for a Gentleman,
Especially against his very friend

Du. Where your good word cannot aduantage him, Your slander neuer can endamage him;
Therefore the office is indifferent, Being intreated to it by your friend

Pro. You haue preuail’d (my Lord) if I can doe it By ought that I can speake in his dispraise, She shall not long continue loue to him: But say this weede her loue from Valentine, It followes not that she will loue sir Thurio

Th. Therefore, as you vnwinde her loue from him; Least it should rauell, and be good to none, You must prouide to bottome it on me:
Which must be done, by praising me as much As you, in worth dispraise, sir Valentine

Du. And Protheus, we dare trust you in this kinde, Because we know (on Valentines report)
You are already loues firme votary, And cannot soone reuolt, and change your minde. Vpon this warrant, shall you haue accesse, Where you, with Siluia, may conferre at large. For she is lumpish, heauy, mellancholly, And (for your friends sake) will be glad of you; Where you may temper her, by your perswasion, To hate yong Valentine, and loue my friend

Pro. As much as I can doe, I will effect: But you sir Thurio, are not sharpe enough: You must lay Lime, to tangle her desires By walefull Sonnets, whose composed Rimes Should be full fraught with seruiceable vowes

Du. I, much is the force of heauen-bred Poesie

Pro. Say that vpon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your teares, your sighes, your heart: Write till your inke be dry: and with your teares Moist it againe: and frame some feeling line, That may discouer such integrity:
For Orpheus Lute, was strung with Poets sinewes, Whose golden touch could soften steele and stones; Make Tygers tame, and huge Leuiathans
Forsake vnsounded deepes, to dance on Sands. After your dire-lamenting Elegies,
Visit by night your Ladies chamber-window With some sweet Consort; To their Instruments Tune a deploring dumpe: the nights dead silence Will well become such sweet complaining grieuance: This, or else nothing, will inherit her

Du. This discipline, showes thou hast bin in loue

Th. And thy aduice, this night, ile put in practise: Therefore, sweet Protheus, my direction-giuer, Let vs into the City presently
To sort some Gentlemen, well skil’d in Musicke. I haue a Sonnet, that will serue the turne To giue the on-set to thy good aduise

Du. About it Gentlemen

Pro. We’ll wait vpon your Grace, till after Supper, And afterward determine our proceedings

Du. Euen now about it, I will pardon you.


Actus Quartus. Scoena Prima.

Enter Valentine, Speed, and certaine Out-lawes.

1.Outl. Fellowes, stand fast: I see a passenger

2.Out. If there be ten, shrinke not, but down with ’em

3.Out. Stand sir, and throw vs that you haue about ‘ye. If not: we’ll make you sit, and rifle you

Sp. Sir we are vndone; these are the Villaines That all the Trauailers doe feare so much

Val. My friends

1.Out. That’s not so, sir: we are your enemies

2.Out. Peace: we’ll heare him

3.Out. I by my beard will we: for he is a proper man

Val. Then know that I haue little wealth to loose; A man I am, cross’d with aduersitie:
My riches, are these poore habiliments, Of which, if you should here disfurnish me, You take the sum and substance that I haue

2.Out. Whether trauell you?
Val. To Verona

1.Out. Whence came you?
Val. From Millaine

3.Out. Haue you long soiourn’d there? Val. Some sixteene moneths, and longer might haue 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 kil’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 nere repent it, if it were done so; But were you banisht for so small a fault? Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doome

2.Out. Haue you the Tongues?
Val. My youthfull trauaile, therein made me happy, Or else I often had beene often miserable

3.Out. By the bare scalpe of Robin Hoods fat Fryer, This fellow were a King, for our wilde faction

1.Out. We’ll haue him: Sirs, a word

Sp. Master, be one of them:
It’s an honourable kinde of theeuery

Val. Peace villaine

2.Out. Tell vs this: haue you any thing to take to? Val. Nothing but my fortune

3.Out. Know then, that some of vs are Gentlemen, Such as the fury of vngouern’d youth
Thrust from the company of awfull men. My selfe was from Verona banished,
For practising to steale away a Lady, And heire and Neece, alide vnto the Duke

2.Out. And I from Mantua, for a Gentleman, Who, in my moode, I stab’d vnto the heart

1.Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as these. But to the purpose: for we cite our faults, That they may hold excus’d our lawlesse liues; And partly seeing you are beautifide
With goodly shape; and by your owne report, A Linguist, and a man of such perfection, As we doe in our quality much want

2.Out. Indeede because you are a banish’d man, Therefore, aboue the rest, we parley to you: Are you content to be our Generall?
To make a vertue of necessity,
And liue as we doe in this wildernesse? 3.Out. What saist thou? wilt thou be of our consort? Say I, and be the captaine of vs all:
We’ll doe thee homage, and be rul’d by thee, Loue thee, as our Commander, and our King

1.Out. But if thou scorne our curtesie, thou dyest

2.Out. Thou shalt not liue, to brag what we haue offer’d

Val. I take your offer, and will liue with you, Prouided that you do no outrages
On silly women, or poore passengers

3.Out. No, we detest such vile base practises. Come, goe with vs, we’ll bring thee to our Crewes, And show thee all the Treasure we haue got; Which, with our selues, all rest at thy dispose.


Scoena Secunda.

Enter Protheus, Thurio, Iulia, Host, Musitian, Siluia.

Pro. Already haue I bin false to Valentine, And now I must be as vniust to Thurio,
Vnder the colour of commending him, I haue accesse my owne loue to prefer.
But Siluia is too faire, too true, too holy, To be corrupted with my worthlesse guifts; When I protest true loyalty to her,
She twits me with my falsehood to my friend; When to her beauty I commend my vowes,
She bids me thinke how I haue bin forsworne In breaking faith with Iulia, whom I lou’d; And notwithstanding all her sodaine quips, The least whereof would quell a louers hope: Yet (Spaniel-like) the more she spurnes my loue, The more it growes, and fawneth on her still; But here comes Thurio; now must we to her window, And giue some euening Musique to her eare

Th. How now, sir Protheus, are you crept before vs? Pro. I gentle Thurio, for you know that loue Will creepe in seruice, where it cannot goe

Th. I, but I hope, Sir, that you loue not here

Pro. Sir, but I doe: or else I would be hence

Th. Who, Siluia?
Pro. I, Siluia, for your sake

Th. I thanke you for your owne: Now Gentlemen Let’s tune: and too it lustily a while

Ho. Now, my yong guest; me thinks your’ allycholly; I pray you why is it?
Iu. Marry (mine Host) because I cannot be merry

Ho. Come, we’ll haue you merry: ile bring you where you shall heare Musique, and see the Gentleman that you ask’d for

Iu. But shall I heare him speake

Ho. I that you shall

Iu. That will be Musique

Ho. Harke, harke

Iu. Is he among these?
Ho. I: but peace, let’s heare’m

Song. Who is Siluia? what is she?
That all our Swaines commend her?
Holy, faire, and wise is she,
The heauen such grace did lend her, that she might admired be.
Is she kinde as she is faire?
For beauty liues with kindnesse:
Loue doth to her eyes repaire,
To helpe him of his blindnesse:
And being help’d, inhabits there.
Then to Siluia, let vs sing,
That Siluia is excelling;
She excels each mortall thing
Vpon the dull earth dwelling.
To her let vs Garlands bring

Ho. How now? are you sadder then you were before; How doe you, man? the Musicke likes you not

Iu. You mistake: the Musitian likes me not

Ho. Why, my pretty youth?
Iu. He plaies false (father.)
Ho. How, out of tune on the strings

Iu. Not so: but yet
So false that he grieues my very heart-strings

Ho. You haue a quicke eare

Iu. I, I would I were deafe: it makes me haue a slow heart

Ho. I perceiue you delight not in Musique

Iu. Not a whit, when it iars so

Ho. Harke, what fine change is in the Musique

Iu. I: that change is the spight

Ho. You would haue them alwaies play but one thing

Iu. I would alwaies haue one play but one thing. But Host, doth this Sir Protheus, that we talke on, Often resort vnto this Gentlewoman?
Ho. I tell you what Launce his man told me, He lou’d her out of all nicke

Iu. Where is Launce?
Ho. Gone to seeke his dog, which to morrow, by his Masters command, hee must carry for a present to his Lady

Iu. Peace, stand aside, the company parts

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

Th. Where meete we?
Pro. At Saint Gregories well

Th. Farewell

Pro. Madam: good eu’n to your Ladiship

Sil. I thanke you for your Musique (Gentlemen) Who is that that spake?
Pro. One (Lady) if you knew his pure hearts truth, You would quickly learne to know him by his voice

Sil. Sir Protheus, as I take it

Pro. Sir Protheus (gentle Lady) and your Seruant

Sil. What’s your will?
Pro. That I may compasse yours

Sil. You haue your wish: my will is euen this, That presently you hie you home to bed:
Thou subtile, periur’d, false, disloyall man: Think’st thou I am so shallow, so conceitlesse, To be seduced by thy flattery,
That has’t deceiu’d so many with thy vowes? Returne, returne, and make thy loue amends: For me (by this pale queene of night I sweare) I am so farre from granting thy request, That I despise thee, for thy wrongfull suite; And by and by intend to chide my selfe,
Euen for this time I spend in talking to thee

Pro. I grant (sweet loue) that I did loue a Lady, But she is dead

Iu. ‘Twere false, if I should speake it; For I am sure she is not buried

Sil. Say that she be: yet Valentine thy friend Suruiues; to whom (thy selfe art witnesse) I am betroth’d; and art thou not asham’d To wrong him, with thy importunacy?
Pro. I likewise heare that Valentine is dead

Sil. And so suppose am I; for in her graue Assure thy selfe, my loue is buried

Pro. Sweet Lady, let me rake it from the earth

Sil. Goe to thy Ladies graue and call hers thence, Or at the least, in hers, sepulcher thine

Iul. He heard not that

Pro. Madam: if your heart be so obdurate: Vouchsafe me yet your Picture for my loue, The Picture that is hanging in your chamber: To that ile speake, to that ile sigh and weepe: For since the substance of your perfect selfe Is else deuoted, I am but a shadow;
And to your shadow, will I make true loue

Iul. If ’twere a substance you would sure deceiue it, And make it but a shadow, as I am

Sil. I am very loath to be your Idoll Sir; But, since your falsehood shall become you well To worship shadowes, and adore false shapes, Send to me in the morning, and ile send it: And so, good rest

Pro. As wretches haue ore-night
That wait for execution in the morne

Iul. Host, will you goe?
Ho. By my hallidome, I was fast asleepe

Iul. Pray you, where lies Sir Protheus? Ho. Marry, at my house:
Trust me, I thinke ’tis almost day

Iul. Not so: but it hath bin the longest night That ere I watch’d, and the most heauiest.

Scoena Tertia.

Enter Eglamore, Siluia.

Eg. This is the houre that Madam Siluia Entreated me to call, and know her minde: Ther’s some great matter she’ld employ me in. Madam, Madam

Sil. Who cals?
Eg. Your seruant, and your friend; One that attends your Ladiships command

Sil. Sir Eglamore, a thousand times good morrow

Eg. As many (worthy Lady) to your selfe: According to your Ladiships impose,
I am thus early come, to know what seruice It is your pleasure to command me in

Sil. Oh Eglamoure, thou art a Gentleman: Thinke not I flatter (for I sweare I doe not) Valiant, wise, remorse-full, well accomplish’d. Thou art not ignorant what deere good will I beare vnto the banish’d Valentine:
Nor how my father would enforce me marry Vaine Thurio (whom my very soule abhor’d.) Thy selfe hast lou’d, and I haue heard thee say No griefe did euer come so neere thy heart, As when thy Lady, and thy true-loue dide, Vpon whose Graue thou vow’dst pure chastitie: Sir Eglamoure: I would to Valentine
To Mantua, where I heare, he makes aboad; And for the waies are dangerous to passe, I doe desire thy worthy company,
Vpon whose faith and honor, I repose. Vrge not my fathers anger (Eglamoure)
But thinke vpon my griefe (a Ladies griefe) And on the iustice of my flying hence,
To keepe me from a most vnholy match, Which heauen and fortune still rewards with plagues. I doe desire thee, euen from a heart
As full of sorrowes, as the Sea of sands, To beare me company, and goe with me:
If not, to hide what I haue said to thee, That I may venture to depart alone

Egl. Madam, I pitty much your grieuances, Which, since I know they vertuously are plac’d, I giue consent to goe along with you,
Wreaking as little what betideth me, As much, I wish all good befortune you.
When will you goe?
Sil. This euening comming

Eg. Where shall I meete you?
Sil. At Frier Patrickes Cell,
Where I intend holy Confession

Eg. I will not faile your Ladiship: Good morrow (gentle Lady.)
Sil. Good morrow, kinde Sir Eglamoure.


Scena Quarta.

Enter Launce, Protheus, Iulia, Siluia.

Lau. When a mans seruant shall play the Curre with him (looke you) it goes hard: one that I brought vp of a puppy: one that I sau’d from drowning, when three or foure of his blinde brothers and sisters went to it: I haue taught him (euen as one would say precisely, thus I would teach a dog) I was sent to deliuer him, as a present to Mistris Siluia, from my Master; and I came no sooner into the dyning-chamber, but he steps me to her Trencher, and steales her Capons-leg: O, ’tis a foule thing, when a Cur cannot keepe himselfe in all companies: I would haue (as one should say) one that takes vpon him to be a dog indeede, to be, as it were, a dog at all things. If I had not had more wit then he, to take a fault vpon me that he did, I thinke verily hee had bin hang’d for’t: sure as I liue he had suffer’d for’t: you shall iudge: Hee thrusts me himselfe into the company of three or foure gentleman-like-dogs, vnder the Dukes table: hee had not bin there (blesse the marke) a pissing while, but all the chamber smelt him: out with the dog (saies one) what cur is that (saies another) whip him out (saies the third) hang him vp (saies the Duke.) I hauing bin acquainted with the smell before, knew it was Crab; and goes me to the fellow that whips the dogges: friend (quoth I) you meane to whip the dog: I marry doe I (quoth he) you doe him the more wrong (quoth I) ’twas I did the thing you wot of: he makes me no more adoe, but whips me out of the chamber: how many Masters would doe this for his Seruant? nay, ile be sworne I haue sat in the stockes, for puddings he hath stolne, otherwise he had bin executed: I haue stood on the Pillorie for Geese he hath kil’d, otherwise he had sufferd for’t: thou think’st not of this now: nay, I remember the tricke you seru’d me, when I tooke my leaue of Madam Siluia: did not I bid thee still marke me, and doe as I do; when did’st thou see me heaue vp my leg, and make water against a Gentlewomans farthingale? did’st thou euer see me doe such a tricke?
Pro. Sebastian is thy name: I like thee well, And will imploy thee in some seruice presently

Iu. In what you please, ile doe what I can

Pro. I hope thou wilt.
How now you whorson pezant,
Where haue you bin these two dayes loytering? La. Marry Sir, I carried Mistris Siluia the dogge you bad me

Pro. And what saies she to my little Iewell? La. Marry she saies your dog was a cur, and tels you currish thanks is good enough for such a present

Pro. But she receiu’d my dog?
La. No indeede did she not:
Here haue I brought him backe againe

Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me? La. I Sir, the other Squirrill was stolne from me By the Hangmans boyes in the market place, And then I offer’d her mine owne, who is a dog As big as ten of yours, & therefore the guift the greater

Pro. Goe, get thee hence, and finde my dog againe, Or nere returne againe into my sight.
Away, I say: stayest thou to vexe me here; A Slaue, that still an end, turnes me to shame: Sebastian, I haue entertained thee,
Partly that I haue neede of such a youth, That can with some discretion doe my businesse: For ’tis no trusting to yond foolish Lowt; But chiefely, for thy face, and thy behauiour, Which (if my Augury deceiue me not)
Witnesse good bringing vp, fortune, and truth: Therefore know thee, for this I entertaine thee. Go presently, and take this Ring with thee, Deliuer it to Madam Siluia;
She lou’d me well, deliuer’d it to me

Iul. It seemes you lou’d not her, not leaue her token: She is dead belike?
Pro. Not so: I thinke she liues

Iul. Alas

Pro. Why do’st thou cry alas?
Iul. I cannot choose but pitty her

Pro. Wherefore should’st thou pitty her? Iul. Because, me thinkes that she lou’d you as well As you doe loue your Lady Siluia:
She dreames on him, that has forgot her loue, You doate on her, that cares not for your loue. ‘Tis pitty Loue, should be so contrary:
And thinking on it, makes me cry alas

Pro. Well: giue her that Ring, and therewithall This Letter: that’s her chamber: Tell my Lady, I claime the promise for her heauenly Picture: Your message done, hye home vnto my chamber, Where thou shalt finde me sad, and solitarie

Iul. How many women would doe such a message? Alas poore Protheus, thou hast entertain’d A Foxe, to be the Shepheard of thy Lambs; Alas, poore foole, why doe I pitty him
That with his very heart despiseth me? Because he loues her, he despiseth me,
Because I loue him, I must pitty him. This Ring I gaue him, when he parted from me, To binde him to remember my good will:
And now am I (vnhappy Messenger)
To plead for that, which I would not obtaine; To carry that, which I would haue refus’d; To praise his faith, which I would haue disprais’d. I am my Masters true confirmed Loue,
But cannot be true seruant to my Master, Vnlesse I proue false traitor to my selfe. Yet will I woe for him, but yet so coldly, As (heauen it knowes) I would not haue him speed. Gentlewoman, good day: I pray you be my meane To bring me where to speake with Madam Siluia

Sil. What would you with her, if that I be she? Iul. If you be she, I doe intreat your patience To heare me speake the message I am sent on

Sil. From whom?
Iul. From my Master, Sir Protheus, Madam

Sil. Oh: he sends you for a Picture? Iul. I, Madam

Sil. Vrsula, bring my Picture there, Goe, giue your Master this: tell him from me, One Iulia, that his changing thoughts forget Would better fit his Chamber, then this Shadow

Iul. Madam, please you peruse this Letter; Pardon me (Madam) I haue vnaduis’d
Deliuer’d you a paper that I should not; This is the Letter to your Ladiship

Sil. I pray thee let me looke on that againe

Iul. It may not be: good Madam pardon me

Sil. There, hold:
I will not looke vpon your Masters lines: I know they are stuft with protestations, And full of new-found oathes, which he will breake As easily, as I doe teare his paper

Iul. Madam, he sends your Ladiship this Ring

Sil. The more shame for him, that he sends it me; For I haue heard him say a thousand times, His Iulia gaue it him, at his departure: Though his false finger haue prophan’d the Ring, Mine shall not doe his Iulia so much wrong

Iul. She thankes you

Sil. What sai’st thou?
Iul. I thanke you Madam, that you tender her: Poore Gentlewoman, my Master wrongs her much

Sil. Do’st thou know her?
Iul. Almost as well as I doe know my selfe. To thinke vpon her woes, I doe protest
That I haue wept a hundred seuerall times

Sil. Belike she thinks that Protheus hath forsook her? Iul. I thinke she doth: and that’s her cause of sorrow

Sil. Is she not passing faire?
Iul. She hath bin fairer (Madam) then she is, When she did thinke my Master lou’d her well; She, in my iudgement, was as faire as you. But since she did neglect her looking-glasse, And threw her Sun-expelling Masque away, The ayre hath staru’d the roses in her cheekes, And pinch’d the lilly-tincture of her face, That now she is become as blacke as I

Sil. How tall was she?
Iul. About my stature: for at Pentecost, When all our Pageants of delight were plaid, Our youth got me to play the womans part, And I was trim’d in Madam Iulias gowne,
Which serued me as fit, by all mens iudgements, As if the garment had bin made for me:
Therefore I know she is about my height, And at that time I made her weepe a good, For I did play a lamentable part.
(Madam) ’twas Ariadne, passioning
For Thesus periury, and vniust flight; Which I so liuely acted with my teares:
That my poore Mistris moued therewithall, Wept bitterly: and would I might be dead, If I in thought felt not her very sorrow

Sil. She is beholding to thee (gentle youth) Alas (poore Lady) desolate, and left;
I weepe my selfe to thinke vpon thy words: Here youth: there is my purse; I giue thee this For thy sweet Mistris sake, because thou lou’st her. Farewell

Iul. And she shall thanke you for’t, if ere you know her. A vertuous gentlewoman, milde, and beautifull. I hope my Masters suit will be but cold, Since she respects my Mistris loue so much. Alas, how loue can trifle with it selfe: Here is her Picture: let me see, I thinke If I had such a Tyre, this face of mine
Were full as louely, as is this of hers; And yet the Painter flatter’d her a little, Vnlesse I flatter with my selfe too much. Her haire is Aburne, mine is perfect Yellow; If that be all the difference in his loue, Ile get me such a coulour’d Perrywig:
Her eyes are grey as glasse, and so are mine. I, but her fore-head’s low, and mine’s as high: What should it be that he respects in her, But I can make respectiue in my selfe?
If this fond Loue, were not a blinded god. Come shadow, come, and take this shadow vp, For ’tis thy riuall: O thou sencelesse forme, Thou shalt be worship’d, kiss’d, lou’d, and ador’d; And were there sence in his Idolatry,
My substance should be statue in thy stead. Ile vse thee kindly, for thy Mistris sake That vs’d me so: or else by Ioue, I vow, I should haue scratch’d out your vnseeing eyes, To make my Master out of loue with thee.


Actus Quintus. Scoena Prima.

Enter Eglamoure, Siluia.

Egl. The Sun begins to guild the westerne skie, And now it is about the very houre
That Siluia, at Fryer Patricks Cell should meet me, She will not faile; for Louers breake not houres, Vnlesse it be to come before their time, So much they spur their expedition.
See where she comes: Lady a happy euening

Sil. Amen, Amen: goe on (good Eglamoure) Out at the Posterne by the Abbey wall;
I feare I am attended by some Spies

Egl. Feare not: the Forrest is not three leagues off, If we recouer that, we are sure enough.


Scoena Secunda.

Enter Thurio, Protheus, Iulia, Duke.

Th. Sir Protheus, what saies Siluia to my suit? Pro. Oh Sir, I finde her milder then she was, And yet she takes exceptions at your person

Thu. What? that my leg is too long? Pro. No, that it is too little

Thu. Ile weare a Boote, to make it somewhat rounder

Pro. But loue will not be spurd to what it loathes

Thu. What saies she to my face?
Pro. She saies it is a faire one

Thu. Nay then the wanton lyes: my face is blacke

Pro. But Pearles are faire; and the old saying is, Blacke men are Pearles, in beauteous Ladies eyes

Thu. ‘Tis true, such Pearles as put out Ladies eyes, For I had rather winke, then looke on them

Thu. How likes she my discourse?
Pro. Ill, when you talke of war

Thu. But well, when I discourse of loue and peace

Iul. But better indeede, when you hold you peace

Thu. What sayes she to my valour?
Pro. Oh Sir, she makes no doubt of that

Iul. She needes not, when she knowes it cowardize

Thu. What saies she to my birth?
Pro. That you are well deriu’d

Iul. True: from a Gentleman, to a foole

Thu. Considers she my Possessions?
Pro. Oh, I: and pitties them

Thu. Wherefore?
Iul. That such an Asse should owe them

Pro. That they are out by Lease

Iul. Here comes the Duke

Du. How now sir Protheus; how now Thurio? Which of you saw Eglamoure of late?
Thu. Not I

Pro. Nor I

Du. Saw you my daughter?
Pro. Neither

Du. Why then
She’s fled vnto that pezant, Valentine; And Eglamoure is in her Company:
‘Tis true: for Frier Laurence met them both As he, in pennance wander’d through the Forrest: Him he knew well: and guesd that it was she, But being mask’d, he was not sure of it. Besides she did intend Confession
At Patricks Cell this euen, and there she was not. These likelihoods confirme her flight from hence; Therefore I pray you stand, not to discourse, But mount you presently, and meete with me Vpon the rising of the Mountaine foote
That leads toward Mantua, whether they are fled: Dispatch (sweet Gentlemen) and follow me

Thu. Why this it is, to be a peeuish Girle, That flies her fortune when it followes her: Ile after; more to be reueng’d on Eglamoure, Then for the loue of reck-lesse Siluia

Pro. And I will follow, more for Siluias loue Then hate of Eglamoure that goes with her

Iul. And I will follow, more to crosse that loue Then hate for Siluia, that is gone for loue.


Scena Tertia.

Siluia, Outlawes.

1.Out. Come, come be patient:
We must bring you to our Captaine

Sil. A thousand more mischances then this one Haue learn’d me how to brooke this patiently

2 Out. Come, bring her away

1 Out. Where is the Gentleman that was with her? 3 Out. Being nimble footed, he hath out-run vs. But Moyses and Valerius follow him:
Goe thou with her to the West end of the wood, There is our Captaine: Wee’ll follow him that’s fled, The Thicket is beset, he cannot scape

1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our Captains caue. Feare not: he beares an honourable minde, And will not vse a woman lawlesly

Sil. O Valentine: this I endure for thee.


Scoena Quarta.

Enter Valentine, Protheus, Siluia, Iulia, Duke, Thurio, Outlawes.

Val. How vse doth breed a habit in a man? This shadowy desart, vnfrequented woods
I better brooke then flourishing peopled Townes: Here can I sit alone, vn-seene of any,
And to the Nightingales complaining Notes Tune my distresses, and record my woes.
O thou that dost inhabit in my brest, Leaue not the Mansion so long Tenant-lesse, Lest growing ruinous, the building fall, And leaue no memory of what it was,
Repaire me, with thy presence, Siluia: Thou gentle Nimph, cherish thy forlorne swaine. What hallowing, and what stir is this to day? These are my mates, that make their wills their Law, Haue some vnhappy passenger in chace;
They loue me well: yet I haue much to doe To keepe them from vnciuill outrages.
Withdraw thee Valentine: who’s this comes heere? Pro. Madam, this seruice I haue done for you (Though you respect not aught your seruant doth) To hazard life, and reskew you from him, That would haue forc’d your honour, and your loue, Vouchsafe me for my meed, but one faire looke: (A smaller boone then this I cannot beg, And lesse then this, I am sure you cannot giue.) Val. How like a dreame is this? I see, and heare: Loue, lend me patience to forbeare a while

Sil. O miserable, vnhappy that I am

Pro. Vnhappy were you (Madam) ere I came: But by my comming, I haue made you happy

Sil. By thy approach thou mak’st me most vnhappy

Iul. And me, when he approcheth to your presence

Sil. Had I beene ceazed by a hungry Lion, I would haue beene a breakfast to the Beast, Rather then haue false Protheus reskue me: Oh heauen be iudge how I loue Valentine, Whose life’s as tender to me as my soule, And full as much (for more there cannot be) I doe detest false periur’d Protheus:
Therefore be gone, sollicit me no more

Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to death Would I not vndergoe, for one calme looke: Oh ’tis the curse in Loue, and still approu’d When women cannot loue, where they’re belou’d

Sil. When Protheus cannot loue, where he’s belou’d: Read ouer Iulia’s heart, (thy first best Loue) For whose deare sake, thou didst then rend thy faith Into a thousand oathes; and all those oathes, Descended into periury, to loue me,
Thou hast no faith left now, vnlesse thou’dst two, And that’s farre worse then none: better haue none Then plurall faith, which is too much by one: Thou Counterfeyt, to thy true friend

Pro. In Loue,
Who respects friend?
Sil. All men but Protheus

Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of mouing words Can no way change you to a milder forme; Ile wooe you like a Souldier, at armes end, And loue you ‘gainst the nature of Loue: force ye

Sil. Oh heauen

Pro. Ile force thee yeeld to my desire

Val. Ruffian: let goe that rude vnciuill touch, Thou friend of an ill fashion

Pro. Valentine

Val. Thou co[m]mon friend, that’s without faith or loue, For such is a friend now: treacherous man, Thou hast beguil’d my hopes; nought but mine eye Could haue perswaded me: now I dare not say I haue one friend aliue; thou wouldst disproue me: Who should be trusted, when ones right hand Is periured to the bosome? Protheus
I am sorry I must neuer trust thee more, But count the world a stranger for thy sake: The priuate wound is deepest: oh time, most accurst. ‘Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst? Pro. My shame and guilt confounds me:
Forgiue me Valentine: if hearty sorrow Be a sufficient Ransome for offence,
I tender’t heere: I doe as truely suffer, As ere I did commit

Val. Then I am paid:
And once againe, I doe receiue thee honest; Who by Repentance is not satisfied,
Is nor of heauen, nor earth; for these are pleas’d: By Penitence th’ Eternalls wrath’s appeas’d: And that my loue may appeare plaine and free, All that was mine, in Siluia, I giue thee

Iul. Oh me vnhappy

Pro. Looke to the Boy

Val. Why, Boy?
Why wag: how now? what’s the matter? look vp: speak

Iul. O good sir, my master charg’d me to deliuer a ring to Madam Siluia: w (out of my neglect) was neuer done

Pro. Where is that ring? boy?
Iul. Heere ’tis: this is it

Pro. How? let me see.
Why this is the ring I gaue to Iulia

Iul. Oh, cry you mercy sir, I haue mistooke: This is the ring you sent to Siluia

Pro. But how cam’st thou by this ring? at my depart I gaue this vnto Iulia

Iul. And Iulia her selfe did giue it me, And Iulia her selfe hath brought it hither

Pro. How? Iulia?
Iul. Behold her, that gaue ayme to all thy oathes, And entertain’d ’em deepely in her heart. How oft hast thou with periury cleft the roote? Oh Protheus, let this habit make thee blush. Be thou asham’d that I haue tooke vpon me, Such an immodest rayment; if shame liue
In a disguise of loue?
It is the lesser blot modesty findes, Women to change their shapes, then men their minds

Pro. Then men their minds? tis true: oh heuen, were man But Constant, he were perfect; that one error Fils him with faults: makes him run through all th’ sins; Inconstancy falls-off, ere it begins:
What is in Siluia’s face, but I may spie More fresh in Iulia’s, with a constant eye? Val. Come, come: a hand from either:
Let me be blest to make this happy close: ‘Twere pitty two such friends should be long foes

Pro. Beare witnes (heauen) I haue my wish for euer

Iul. And I mine

Outl. A prize: a prize: a prize

Val. Forbeare, forbeare I say: It is my Lord the Duke. Your Grace is welcome to a man disgrac’d, Banished Valentine

Duke. Sir Valentine?
Thu. Yonder is Siluia: and Siluia’s mine

Val. Thurio giue backe; or else embrace thy death: Come not within the measure of my wrath: Doe not name Siluia thine: if once againe, Verona shall not hold thee: heere she stands, Take but possession of her, with a Touch: I dare thee, but to breath vpon my Loue

Thur. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I: I hold him but a foole that will endanger His Body, for a Girle that loues him not: I claime her not, and therefore she is thine

Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou To make such meanes for her, as thou hast done, And leaue her on such slight conditions. Now, by the honor of my Ancestry,
I doe applaud thy spirit, Valentine, And thinke thee worthy of an Empresse loue: Know then, I heere forget all former greefes, Cancell all grudge, repeale thee home againe, Plead a new state in thy vn-riual’d merit, To which I thus subscribe: Sir Valentine, Thou art a Gentleman, and well deriu’d,
Take thou thy Siluia, for thou hast deseru’d her

Val. I thank your Grace, y gift hath made me happy: I now beseech you (for your daughters sake) To grant one Boone that I shall aske of you

Duke. I grant it (for thine owne) what ere it be

Val. These banish’d men, that I haue kept withall, Are men endu’d with worthy qualities:
Forgiue them what they haue committed here, And let them be recall’d from their Exile: They are reformed, ciuill, full of good, And fit for great employment (worthy Lord.) Duke. Thou hast preuaild, I pardon them and thee: Dispose of them, as thou knowst their deserts. Come, let vs goe, we will include all iarres, With Triumphes, Mirth, and rare solemnity

Val. And as we walke along, I dare be bold With our discourse, to make your Grace to smile. What thinke you of this Page (my Lord?)
Duke. I think the Boy hath grace in him, he blushes

Val. I warrant you (my Lord) more grace, then Boy

Duke. What meane you by that saying? Val. Please you, Ile tell you, as we passe along, That you will wonder what hath fortuned: Come Protheus, ’tis your pennance, but to heare The story of your Loues discouered.
That done, our day of marriage shall be yours, One Feast, one house, one mutuall happinesse.


The names of all the Actors.

Duke: Father to Siluia.
Protheus. the two Gentlemen.
Anthonio: father to Protheus.
Thurio: a foolish riuall to Valentine. Eglamoure: Agent for Siluia in her escape. Host: where Iulia lodges.
Outlawes with Valentine.
Speed: a clownish seruant to Valentine. Launce: the like to Protheus.
Panthion: seruant to Antonio.

Iulia: beloued of Protheus.
Siluia: beloued of Valentine.
Lucetta: waighting-woman to Iulia.

FINIS. THE Two Gentlemen of Verona.