Chapter: 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!

  _Enter SILVIA above._

_Sil._      Who calls?

_Egl._               Your servant and your friend;
One that attends your ladyship's command.                            5

_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.                               10

_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;                                 15
Nor how my father would enforce me marry
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,                            20
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,                                     25
Upon whose faith and honour I repose.
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,                                30
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,                           35
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                                  40
As much I wish all good befortune you.
When will you go?

_Sil._          This evening coming.

_Egl._ Where shall I meet you?

_Sil._                       At Friar Patrick's cell,
Where I intend holy confession.

_Egl._ I will not fail your ladyship. Good morrow,                  45
gentle lady.

_Sil._ Good morrow, kind Sir Eglamour.
    [_Exeunt severally._



  Notes: IV, 3.

  SCENE III.] SCENE V. Pope. Dyce makes no new scene here. See note
    (VIII).
  4: _Madam, madam!_] _Madam!_ Hanmer.
  13: _Valiant, wise_] _Valiant and wise_ Pope. _Wise, valiant_
    Anon. conj. A monosyllable lost before _valiant._ S. Walker conj.
  17: _abhors_] Hanmer. _abhor'd_ F1 F2 F3. _abhorr'd_ F4.
  19: _ever_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.
  _near_] _near unto_ Pope.
  31: _rewards_] Ff. _reward_ Pope.
  37, 38: _grievances; Which_] _grievances, And the most true
    affections that you bear; Which_ Collier MS.
  40: _Recking_] Pope. _Wreaking_ F1.
  42: _evening coming_] _coming evening_ Anon. conj.


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                 5
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: O, 'tis a foul thing when a cur
cannot keep himself in all companies! I would have, as              10
one should say, one that takes upon him to be a dog indeed,
to be, as it were, a dog at all things. If I had not
had more wit than he, to take a fault upon me that he
did, I think verily he had been hanged for't: sure as I
live, he had suffered for't: you shall judge. He thrusts            15
me himself into the company of three or four gentleman-like
dogs, under the duke's table: he had not been there--bless
the mark!--a pissing while, but all the chamber
smelt him. 'Out with the dog!' says one: 'What cur is
that?' says another: 'Whip him out,' says the third: 'Hang          20
him up,' says the duke. I, having been acquainted with
the smell before, knew it was Crab, and goes me to the
fellow that whips the dogs: 'Friend,' quoth I, 'you mean
to whip the dog?' 'Ay, marry, do I,' quoth he. 'You
do him the more wrong,' quoth I; ''twas I did the thing             25
you wot of.' He makes me no more ado, but whips me
out of the chamber. How many masters would do this for
his servant? Nay, I'll be sworn, I have sat in the stocks
for puddings he hath stolen, otherwise he had been executed;
I have stood on the pillory for geese he hath killed,               30
otherwise he had suffered for't. Thou thinkest not of this
now. Nay, I remember the trick you served me when I
took my leave of Madam Silvia: did not I bid thee still
mark me, and do as I do? when didst thou see me heave
up my leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale?      35
didst thou ever see me do such a trick?

  _Enter PROTEUS and JULIA._

_Pro._ Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well,
And will employ thee in some service presently.

_Jul._ In what you please: I'll do what I can.

_Pro._ I hope thou wilt. [_To Launce_] How now, you
    whoreson peasant!                                               40
Where have you been these two days loitering?

_Launce._ Marry, sir, I carried Mistress Silvia the dog
you bade me.

_Pro._ And what says she to my little jewel?

_Launce._ Marry, she says your dog was a cur, and tells             45
you currish thanks is good enough for such a present.

_Pro._ But she received my dog?

_Launce._ No, indeed, did she not: here have I brought
him back again.

_Pro._ What, didst thou offer her this from me?                     50

_Launce._ Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stolen from me
by the hangman boys in the market-place: and then I
offered her mine own, who is a dog as big as ten of yours,
and therefore the gift the greater.

_Pro._ Go get thee hence, and find my dog again,                    55
Or ne'er return again into my sight.
Away, I say! stay'st thou to vex me here?
    [_Exit Launce._
A slave, that still an end turns me to shame!
Sebastian, I have entertained thee,
Partly that I have need of such a youth,                            60
That can with some discretion do my business,
For 'tis no trusting to yond foolish lout;
But chiefly for thy face and thy behaviour,
Which, if my augury deceive me not,
Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth:                       65
Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thee.
Go presently, and take this ring with thee,
Deliver it to Madam Silvia:
She loved me well deliver'd it to me.

_Jul._ It seems you loved not her, to leave her token.              70
She is dead, belike?

_Pro._             Not so; I think she lives.

_Jul._ Alas!

_Pro._ Why dost thou cry, 'alas'?

_Jul._                          I cannot choose
But pity her.

_Pro._      Wherefore shouldst thou pity her?

_Jul._ Because methinks that she loved you as well                  75
As you do love your lady Silvia:
She dreams on him that has forgot her love;
You dote on her that cares not for your love.
'Tis pity love should be so contrary;
And thinking on it makes me cry, 'alas!'                            80

_Pro._ Well, give her that ring, and therewithal
This letter. That's her chamber. Tell my lady
I claim the promise for her heavenly picture.
Your message done, hie home unto my chamber,
Where thou shalt find me, sad and solitary.    [_Exit._             85

_Jul._ How many women would do such a message?
Alas, poor Proteus! thou hast entertained
A fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs.
Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him
That with his very heart despiseth me?                              90
Because he loves her, he despiseth me;
Because I love him, I must pity him.
This ring I gave him when he parted from me,
To bind him to remember my good will;
And now am I, unhappy messenger,                                    95
To plead for that which I would not obtain,
To carry that which I would have refused,
To praise his faith which I would have dispraised.
I am my master's true-confirmed love;
But cannot be true servant to my master,                           100
Unless I prove false traitor to myself.
Yet will I woo for him, but yet so coldly,
As, heaven it knows, I would not have him speed.

  _Enter SILVIA, attended._

Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean
To bring me where to speak with Madam Silvia.                      105

_Sil._ What would you with her, if that I be she?

_Jul._ If you be she, I do entreat your patience
To hear me speak the message I am sent on.

_Sil._ From whom?

_Jul._ From my master, Sir Proteus, madam.                         110

_Sil._ O, he sends you for a picture.

_Jul._ Ay, madam.

_Sil._ Ursula, bring my picture there.
Go give your master this: tell him, from me,
One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget,                      115
Would better fit his chamber than this shadow.

_Jul._ Madam, please you peruse this letter.--
Pardon me, madam; I have unadvised
Deliver'd you a paper that I should not:
This is the letter to your ladyship.                               120

_Sil._ I pray thee, let me look on that again.

_Jul._ It may not be; good madam, pardon me.

_Sil._ There, hold!
I will not look upon your master's lines:
I know they are stuff'd with protestations,                        125
And full of new-found oaths; which he will break
As easily as I do tear his paper.

_Jul._ Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring.

_Sil._ The more shame for him that he sends it me;
For I have heard him say a thousand times                          130
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.

_Jul._ She thanks you.

_Sil._ What say'st thou?                                           135

_Jul._ I thank you, madam, that you tender her.
Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much.

_Sil._ Dost thou know her?

_Jul._ Almost as well as I do know myself:
To think upon her woes I do protest                                140
That I have wept a hundred several times.

_Sil._ Belike she thinks that Proteus hath forsook her.

_Jul._ I think she doth; and that's her cause of sorrow.

_Sil._ Is she not passing fair?

_Jul._ She hath been fairer, madam, than she is:                   145
When she did think my master loved her well,
She, in my judgement, was as fair as you;
But since she did neglect her looking-glass,
And threw her sun-expelling mask away,
The air hath starved the roses in her cheeks,                      150
And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face,
That now she is become as black as I.

_Sil._ How tall was she?

_Jul._ About my stature: for, at Pentecost,
When all our pageants of delight were play'd,                      155
Our youth got me to play the woman's part,
And I was trimm'd in Madam Julia's gown;
Which served me as fit, by all men's judgements,
As if the garment had been made for me:
Therefore I know she is about my height.                           160
And at that time I made her weep agood,
For I did play a lamentable part:
Madam, 'twas Ariadne passioning
For Theseus' perjury and unjust flight;
Which I so lively acted with my tears,                             165
That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
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, poor lady, desolate and left!                                170
I weep myself to think upon thy words.
Here, youth, there is my purse: I give thee this
For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lovest her.
Farewell.    [_Exit Silvia, with attendants._

_Jul._ And she shall thank you for't, if e'er you know her.        175
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,                          180
If I had such a tire, this face of mine
Were full as lovely as is this of hers:
And yet the painter flatter'd her a little,
Unless I flatter with myself too much.
Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow:                        185
If that be all the difference in his love,
I'll get me such a colour'd periwig.
Her eyes are grey 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,                         190
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 worshipp'd, kiss'd, loved, and adored!               193
And, were there sense in his idolatry,
My substance should be statue in thy stead.
I'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' sake,
That used me so; or else, by Jove I vow,
I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes,                    200
To make my master out of love with thee!    [_Exit._



  Notes: IV, 4.

  SCENE IV.] SCENE VI. Pope. Dyce makes no new scene here. See note
    (VIII).
  The same.] The same. Silvia's Anti-chamber. Capell.
  6: _I was sent_] _I went_ Theobald.
  11: _to be a dog indeed_] _to be a dog, to be a dog indeed_
    Johnson conj.
  20: _the third_] _a third_ Hanmer.
  23: _you mean_] _do you mean_ Collier MS.
  26: _makes me no more_] _makes no more_ Rowe.
  28: _his servant_] _their servant_ Pope.
  33: _Silvia_] _Julia_ Warburton.
  39: _I'll do_] _Ile do_ F1. _Ile do sir_ F2 F3 F4. _I will do_
    Malone.
  45: _was_] _is_ Capell conj.
  48: _did she_] F1 F2. _she did_ F3 F4.
  50: _this_] _this cur_ Collier MS.
  51: _the other squirrel_] _the other, Squirrel_ Hanmer.
  51-54: Printed as four verses ending _me ... marketplace ... dog ...
    greater_ Ff. Pope made the change.
  52: _hangman boys_] Singer. _Hangmans boyes_ F1. _hangmans boy_
    F2 F3 F4. _a hangman boy_ Collier MS.
  57: [Exit Launce] om. F1. [Exit. F2 after line 58.
  58: _still an end_] _ev'ry day_ Pope.
  66: _know thou_] F2 F3 F4. _know thee_ F1.
  _entertain thee_] F1 F3 F4. _entertaine hee_ F2.
  70: _to leave_] F2 F3 F4. _not leave_ F1. _nor love_ Johnson conj.
  74: _Wherefore_] _Why_ Hanmer.
  75: _that_] _if_ Hanmer.
  81: _give her_] _give to her_ Collier MS.
  _and therewithal_] _and give therewithal_ Theobald. _and give her
    therewithal_ Capell.
  85: [Exit] F2.
  95: _am I_] F1 F2. _I am_ F3 F4.
  103: Enter SILVIA attended] Malone. Enter SILVIA. Rowe.
  104: _Gentlewoman_] Ff. _Lady_ Pope.
  110: _From my master,_] _My master; from_ Capell.
  111: Capell adds _does he not?_
  115: _forget_] F1 F2. _forgot_ F3 F4.
  117: _please you peruse_] _may 't please you to peruse_ Pope.
    _wilt please you to peruse_ Capell. _so please you to peruse_
    Collier MS.
  127: _easily_] F1. _easie_ F2 F3 F4.
  138: _Dost thou_] _Dost_ Capell conj.
  151: _pinch'd_] _pitch'd_ Warburton. _pincte_ Becket conj. _pinc'd_
    Id. conj.
  158: _judgements_] _judgment_ Capell.
  161: _agood_] F2 F3 F4. _a good_ F1. _a-good_ Theobald.
  168: _felt_] _feel_ Seward conj.
  169: _beholding_] _beholden_ Pope.
  172: _my purse_] F1. _a purse_ F2 F3 F4.
  174: _Farewell_] om. Pope.
  [Exit ... attendants] Dyce, after 175. [Exit. F2. om. F1. [Exit S.
    Singer, after 175.
  178: _my mistress'_] _his mistress'_ Hanmer.
  185: _auburn_] Rowe. _Aburne_ Ff.
  188: _grey as glass_] F1. _grey as grass_ F2 F3 F4. _green as grass_
    Collier MS.
  189: _mine's as high_] _mine is high_ Pope.
  197: _statue_] _sainted_ Hanmer. _statued_ Warburton. _statua_
    Reed conj.
  200: _your_] _thy_ Hanmer.
  201: [Exit.] F2. [Exeunt. F1.

 Silvia entreats Eglamour to accompany her to Mantua, where Valentine is currently living. Eglamour has suffered a loss in love himself , so he is touched when Silvia bids him "think upon my grief, a lady's grief." They are to meet in the evening at Friar Patrick's cell, where Silvia "intend holy confession," and whence they shall depart. Launce berates his dog, Crab, for ungentlemanly behavior. Crab stole a capon's leg from Lady Silvia's plate, then he relieved himself unashamedly under the Duke's table. To save his dog's hide, Launce took the blame, and the whipping: If I had not had more wit than he, to take a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he had been hanged for it. "How many masters would do this for his servant?" Launce asks his dog. Certainly not Proteus, as we now learn. He scolds Launce for making the absurd mistake of offering his own dog as a gift to Silvia after the one Proteus meant for her had been stolen. From the sound of it, Launce seems to have substituted a Great Dane for a small poodle on the logical grounds that his dog is "as big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater." Proteus has taken on a page to help him pursue Silvia. He tells her to deliver a ring in exchange for the promised picture, whereupon Julia is hard put to contain her feelings. Queried about her reaction, she says of the absent mistress : She dreams on him that hath forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking on it makes me cry, "Alas!" In the last part of the scene, Julia delivers the ring to Silvia, who is appalled at the gift. For I have heard him say a thousand times His Julia gave it him at his departure. Julia nearly reveals herself under the pressure. Silvia: Dost thou know her? Julia: Almost as well as I do know myself. To think upon her woes, I do protest That I have wept a hundred several times. Left with the picture of her sympathetic rival, Julia laments the absurdity of her situation. She envies the "senseless form" that shall "be worshipped, kissed, loved, and adored."

