Enter THURIO, and Musicians.

Thu. How now, Sir Protheus? are you crept before us?

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Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for, you know, that

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love

Will creep in service where it cannot go.

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Thu. Ay, but, I hope, sir, that you love not here.

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Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence.

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Thu. Whom? Silvia?

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Pro. Ay, Silvia-for your sake.

Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen,

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Let's tune, and to it lustily a while.

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Enter Host, at a Distance; and JULIA in Boy's

Clothes.

Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're allycholly; I pray you, why is it?

Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you where you shall hear musick, and see the gentleman

SONG,

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Then to Silvia let us sing,

That Silvia is excelling;

She excels each mortal thing,

Upon the dull earth dwelling:
To her let us garlands bring.

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Host. How now are you sadder than you were before?

How do you, man? the musick likes you not.

Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not.

Host. Why, my pretty youth?

Jul. He plays false, father.

Host. How? out of tune on the strings ?

Jul. Not so; but yet so false, that he grieves my

very heart-strings.

Host. You have a quick ear.

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Jul. Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me have a slow heart.

Host. I perceive, you delight not in musick.

Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so.

Host. Hark, what fine change is in the musick !
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?

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

Jul. Where is Launce?

Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, by his master's command, he must carry for a pre sent to his lady.

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That you shall say, my cunning drift excels.

Jul. Peacel stand aside, the company parts.
Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you! I will so plead,

Pro. Ig But she is

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Thu. Where meet we?

Jul.[ For, I an

Pro. At Saint Gregory's well.

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SILVIA appears above, at her Window.

Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship.
Sil. I thank you for your musick, gentlemen:

Who is that, that spake?

Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's

truth,

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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 your's.

Sil. You have your wish; my will is even this

That presently you hie you home to bed.
Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man!
Think'st thou, I am so shallow, so conceitless,
To be seduc'd by thy flattery,

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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, 180
I am so far from granting thy request,

That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit;
And by and bye 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. [Aside.] 'Twere false, if I should speak it; For, I am sure, she is not buried.

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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,
Assure thyself, my love is buried.

Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.
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Sil TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.

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Sil. I am very loath to be your idol, sir;
But, since your falsehood, shall become you well 210
To worship shadows, and adore false shapes,
Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it :

Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence;

Or, at the least, in her's sepulchre thine.

Jul. [Aside.] 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.

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Jul. [Aside.] If 'twere a substance, you would,

sure, deceive it,

And make it but a shadow, as I am.

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Sil. Sir Egl. As According I am thus

And so, good rest.

It is your

That wait for execution in the morn.

Pro. As wretches have o'er night,

Sil. O

[Exeunt PROTHEUS, and SILVIA.

(Think n Valiant,

Jul. Host, will you go?

Thou art

Host. By my hallidom, I was fast asleep.

I bear un

Jul. Pray you, where lies Sir Protheus?

Host. Marry, at my house: Trust me, I think,

Nor how

Vain Thu

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'tis almost day..

Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night

Thyself

That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest. [Exeunt.

No grief

As when

Upon who

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