Enter behind, the Hoft and Julia in boy's cloaths. Hoft. Now, my young gueft, methinks you're allycholly : I pray you, why is it?

Jul. Marry, mine Host, because I cannot be merry.

Hoft. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you where you shall hear music, and see the gentleman that you ask'd for.

Jul. But shall I hear him speak?
Hoft. Ay, that you shall.
Jul. That will be music.
Hoft. Hark! hark !
Jul. Is he among these?
Hoft. Ay: but peace, let's hear 'em.


Who is Silvia? what is she,

That all our (wains commend her ?
Holy, fair, and wise is foe;
The heavens such grace did lend ber,

That she might admired be.

Is the 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, inbabits there.

Then to Silvia let us fing,

Tbat Silvia is excelling ;
She excells each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling :

To ber let us garlands bring.

beauty lives with kindness :) Beauty without kindness dies unenjoyed, and undelighting. JOHNSON.


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Hoft. How now? are you fadder than you were before? how do you, man? the music likes you not.

Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not.
Hoft. Why, my pretty youth?
Jul. He plays false, father.
Hoft. How, out of tune on the strings ?

. Not fo; but yet so false, that he grieves my very heart-strings.

Hoft. You have a quick ear.

Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me have á Now heart.

Hoft. I perceive you delight not in music.
Jul. Not a whit, when it jars fo.
Hoft. 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 Protheus, that we talk on, often resort unto this gentlewoman?

Hoft. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, he lov'd her 3 out of all nick.

Jul. Where is Launce?

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

Tbu. Where meet we?
Pro. At Saint Gregory's well.
Tb. Farewell.

[Exeunt Thurio and music.


out of all nick.) Beyond all reckoning or count. Reckonings are kept upon nicked or notched fticks or tallies.


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Silvia appears above, at her window. 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'd quickly learn to know him by his voice.

Sil. Sir Protheus, as I take it.
Pro. Sir Protheus, gentle lady, and your

servant. Sil. What is your will ? Pro. That I may compass yours.

Sil. 4 You have your wish; my will is even this, That presently you


home to bed.
Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man!
Think'it thou I am so shallow, fo conceitless,
To be feduced 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. (Afide.] 'Twere falle, 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 asham'd To wrong him with thy importunacy ?

Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead.

Sil. And so, suppose, am I; for in his grave, Affure thyself, my love is buried.

A l'ou have your wish; my will is even this,--] The word will is here ambiguous. He wilhes to gain her will : the tells him, if he wants her will he has it. JOHNSON,


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

Sil. Go toʻthy lady's grave, and call her thence, Or, at the least, in her's fepulchre thine.

Jul. [Afide.] He heard not that.

Pro. Madam, if that your heart be so obdurate, Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love, The picture that is hanging in your chamber : 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. ( Afide.) 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 ; s But, since your falfhood shall become


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'er night,
That wait for execution in the morn.

Exeunt Protheus and Silvia. Jul. Hoft, will you go? Hoft. By my hallidom, I was fast aseep, Jul. Pray you, where lies Sir Protheus ?

Hoft. 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. (Exeunt.

5 But, fince your falhood shall become you well] This is hardly sense. We may read, with very little alteration,

But fince you're false, it mall become you well. Johns.



Enter Eglamour.
Egl. This is the hour that madam Silvia
Entreated me to call, and know her mind :
There's some great matter she'd employ me in.
Madam, madam!

Silvia, above at ber window. Sil. Who calls ?

Egl. 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 command me in.

Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,
(Think not I Aatter, for, I swear, I do not)
Valiant and wise, remorseful, well accomplifh'd;
Thou art not ignorant, what dear good will
I bear unto the banish'd Valentine;
Nor how my father would enforce me marry
Vain Thurio, whom my very foul abhor'd.
Thyself hast lov'd; and I have heard thee say,
No grief did ever come so near thy heart,
As when thy lady and thy true love dy'd;
Upon whose grave thou vow’dst pure chastity.


Upon whose grave thou vow'df pure cbaftity.) It was common in former ages for widowers and widows to make vows of chastity in honour of their deceafed wives or husbands. In Dugdale's Antiquities of Warwickshire, page 1013, there is the form of a commission by the bishop of the diocese for taking a vow of challiy made by a widow. It seems that, besides observing the vow, the widow was, for life, to wear a veil and a mourning habit. The same distinction we may suppose to have been made in respect of male votarists; and therefore this circumstance might inform the players how Sir Eglamour should


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