SILVIA. Say that she be; yet Valentine thy friend Survives, to whom, thyself art witness, I am betrothed. And art thou not ashamed To wrong him with thy importunacy? PROTEUS. I likewise hear that Valentine is dead. SILVIA. And so suppose am I, for in his grave, Assure thyself, my love is buried. PROTEUS. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. SILVIA. Go to thy lady’s grave and call hers thence, Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine. JULIA. [_Aside_.] He heard not that. PROTEUS. Madam, if 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. JULIA. [_Aside_.] If ’twere a substance you would sure deceive it And make it but a shadow, as I am. SILVIA. I am very loath to be your idol, sir; But since your falsehood shall become you well To worship shadows and adore false shapes, Send to me in the morning, and I’ll send it. And so, good rest. [_Exit._] PROTEUS. As wretches have o’ernight That wait for execution in the morn. [_Exit._] JULIA. Host, will you go? HOST. By my halidom, I was fast asleep. JULIA. Pray you, where lies Sir Proteus? HOST. Marry, at my house. Trust me, I think ’tis almost day. JULIA. Not so; but it hath been the longest night That e’er I watched, and the most heaviest. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. The same Enter Eglamour. EGLAMOUR. 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! Enter Silvia above. SILVIA. Who calls? EGLAMOUR. Your servant and your friend; One that attends your ladyship’s command. SILVIA. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good morrow. EGLAMOUR. 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.