_Thu._ Farewell. 80 [_Exeunt Thu. and Musicians._ _Enter SILVIA above._ _Pro._ Madam, good even to your ladyship. _Sil._ I thank you for your music, gentlemen. Who is that that spake? _Pro._ One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, You would quickly learn to know him by his voice. 85 _Sil._ Sir Proteus, as I take it. _Pro._ Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. _Sil._ What's your will? _Pro._ That I may compass yours. _Sil._ You have your wish; my will is even this: That presently you hie you home to bed. 90 Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man! Think'st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless, To be seduced by thy flattery, That hast deceived so many with thy vows? Return, return, and make thy love amends. 95 For me,--by this pale queen of night I swear, I am so far from granting thy request, That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit; And by and by intend to chide myself Even for this time I spend in talking to thee. 100 _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. _Sil._ Say that she be; yet Valentine thy friend Survives; to whom, thyself art witness, 105 I am betroth'd: and art thou not ashamed 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. 110 _Pro._ Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. _Sil._ Go to thy lady's grave, and call hers thence; Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine. _Jul._ [_Aside_] He heard not that. _Pro._ Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, 115 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; 120 And to your shadow will I make true love. _Jul._ [_Aside_] If 'twere a substance, you would, sure, deceive it, And make it but a shadow, as I am. _Sil._ I am very loath to be your idol, sir; But since your falsehood shall become you well 125 To worship shadows and adore false shapes, Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it: And so, good rest. _Pro._ As wretches have o'ernight That wait for execution in the morn. [_Exeunt Pro. and Sil. severally._ _Jul._ Host, will you go? 130 _Host._ By my halidom, I was fast asleep. _Jul._ Pray you, where lies Sir Proteus? _Host._ Marry, at my house. Trust me, I think 'tis almost day.