Iul. 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, To make my Master out of loue with thee. Exeunt. Actus Quintus. Scoena Prima. Enter Eglamoure, Siluia. Egl. 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 Sil. Amen, Amen: goe on (good Eglamoure) Out at the Posterne by the Abbey wall; I feare I am attended by some Spies Egl. Feare not: the Forrest is not three leagues off, If we recouer that, we are sure enough. Exeunt. Scoena Secunda. Enter Thurio, Protheus, Iulia, Duke. Th. Sir Protheus, what saies Siluia to my suit? Pro. Oh Sir, I finde her milder then she was, And yet she takes exceptions at your person Thu. What? that my leg is too long? Pro. No, that it is too little Thu. Ile weare a Boote, to make it somewhat rounder Pro. But loue will not be spurd to what it loathes Thu. What saies she to my face? Pro. She saies it is a faire one Thu. Nay then the wanton lyes: my face is blacke Pro. But Pearles are faire; and the old saying is, Blacke men are Pearles, in beauteous Ladies eyes Thu. 'Tis true, such Pearles as put out Ladies eyes, For I had rather winke, then looke on them Thu. How likes she my discourse? Pro. Ill, when you talke of war Thu. But well, when I discourse of loue and peace Iul. But better indeede, when you hold you peace Thu. What sayes she to my valour? Pro. Oh Sir, she makes no doubt of that Iul. She needes not, when she knowes it cowardize Thu. What saies she to my birth? Pro. That you are well deriu'd Iul. True: from a Gentleman, to a foole Thu. Considers she my Possessions? Pro. Oh, I: and pitties them