SILVIA

Sir Valentine, and servant, to you two thousand. I thank you (gentle Servant) it's very Clerkly-done. Perchance you think too much of so much pains? A pretty perjod: well: I guess the sequel; And yet I will not name it: and yet I care not. And yet, take this again: and yet I thank you: Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more. Yes, yes: the lines are very quaintly writ, But (since unwillingly) take them again. Nay, take them. And when it's writ: for my sake read it over, And if it please you, so: if not: why so: Why if it please you, take it for your labour; And so good-morrow Servant. Servant. Servant, you are sad. What, angry, Sir Thurio, do you change colour? A fine volley of words, gentleme ̄ , & quickly shot off Who is that Servant? No more, gentlemen, no more: Here comes my father. Belike that now she hath enfranchised them Upon some other pawn for fealty. Nay then he should be blind, and being blind How could he see his way to seek out you? Have done, have done: here comes y e gentleman. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, If this be he you oft have wished to hear from. Too low a Mistress for so high a servant. And duty never yet did want his meed. Servant, you are welcome to a worthless Mistress. That you are welcome? I wait upon his pleasure: Come Sir Thurio, Go with me: once more, new Servant welcome; I'll leave you to confer of home affairs, When you have done, we look too hear from you. I thank you for your Music (Gentlemen) Who is that that spoke? Sir Protheus, as I take it. What's your will? You have your wish: my will is even this, That presently you High you home to bed: Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man: Thinkest 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 my self, Even for this time I spend in talking to thee. Say that she be: yet Valentine thy friend Survives; to whom (thy self art witness) I am betrothed; and art thou not ashamed To wrong him, with thy importunacy? And so suppose am I; for in her graven Assure thy self, my love is buried. Go to thy Ladies graven and call hers thence, Or at the least, in hers, sepulcher thine. 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 isle send it: And so, good rest. Who calls? Sir Eglamore, a thousand times good morrow. O Eglamoure, thou art a Gentleman: Think not I flatter (for I swear I do not) Valiant, wise, remorseful, well accomplished. Thou art not ignorant what deer good will I bear unto the banished Ʋ alentine : Nor how my father would enforce me marry Vain Thurio (whom my very soul abhorred.) Thy self hast loved, and I have herd thee say No grief did ever come so near thy heart, As when thy Lady, and thy truelove died, Upon whose Grave thou vowedst pure chastity: Sir Eglamoure: 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. Urge not my father's anger (Eglamoure) But think upon my grief (a Ladies 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. This evening coming. At Friar Patrick's Cell, Where I intend holy Confession. Good morrow, kind Sir Eglamoure. What would you with her, if that I be she? From whom? O: he sends you for a Picture? Ursula, bring my Picture there, Go, give your Master this: tell him from me, One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget Would better fit his Chamber, then this Shadow. I pray thee let me look on that again. There, hold: I will not look upon your Master's lines: I know they are stuffed with protestations, And full of newfound oaths, which he will break As easily as I do tear his paper. The more shame for him, that he sends it me; For I have herd him say a thousand times, His Julia gave it him, at his departure: Though his false finger have profaned the Ring, Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong. What sayest thou? Dost thou know her? Belike she thinks that Protheus hath forsook her? Is she not passing fair? How tall was she? She is beholding to thee (gentle youth) Alas (poor Lady) desolate, and left; I weep my self to think upon thy words: Here youth: there is my purse; I give thee this For thy sweet Mistress sake, because thou lovest her. Fare well. Amen, Amen: go on (good Eglamoure ) Out at the Postern by the Abbey wall; I fear I am attended by some Spies. A thousand more mischances then this one Have learned me how to brook this patiently. Oh Valentine : this I endure for thee. Oh miserable, unhappy that I am. By thy approach thou makest me most unhappy. Had I been ceased by a hungry Lion, I would have been a breakfast to the Beast, Rather then have false Protheus rescue me: O 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 Protheus : Therefore be gone, solicit me no more. When Protheus cannot love, where he's beloved: Read over Iulia's heart, (thy first best Love) For whose deer sake, thou didst then rend thy faith Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths, Descended into perjury, to love me, Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou'dst two, And that's far worse then none: better have none Then plural faith, which is too much by one: Thou Counterfeit, to thy true friend. All men but Protheus. O heaven. I, I: you writ them Sir, at my request, But I will none of them: they are for you: I would have had them writ more movingly: