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.
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.
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,
Actus Quintus. Scaena Prima.
Enter Eglamoure, Siluia.
If we recouer that, we are sure enough.
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.
Amen, Amen: goe on (good Eglamoure)
Out at the Posterne by the Abbey wall;
I feare I am attended by some Spies.
Feare not: the Forrest is not three leagues off,
Enter Thurio, Protheus, Iulia, Duke.
Then hate for Siluia, that is gone for loue.
Sir Protheus, what saies Siluia to my suit?
Oh Sir, I finde her milder then she was,
And yet she takes exceptions at your person.
What? that my leg is too long?
No, that it is too little.
Ile weare a Boote, to make it somewhat rounder.
But loue will not be spurd to what it loathes.
What saies she to my face?
She saies it is a faire one.
Nay then the wanton lyes: my face is blacke.
But Pearles are faire; and the old saying is,
Blacke men are Pearles, in beauteous Ladies eyes.
Tis true, such Pearles as put out Ladies eyes,
For I had rather winke, then looke on them.
How likes she my discourse?
Ill, when you talke of war.
But well, when I discourse of loue and peace.
But better indeede, when you hold you peace.
What sayes she to my valour?
Oh Sir, she makes no doubt of that.
She needes not, when she knowes it cowardize.
What saies she to my birth?
That you are well deriu'd.
True: from a Gentleman, to a foole.
Considers she my Possessions?
Oh, I: and pitties them.
That such an Asse should owe them.
That they are out by Lease.
Here comes the Duke.
How now sir Protheus; how now Thurio?
Which of you saw Eglamoure of late?
Saw you my daughter?
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.
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.
And I will follow, more for Siluias loue
Then hate of Eglamoure that goes with her.
And I will follow, more to crosse that loue
Come, come be patient: