_Launce._ Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman boys in the market-place: and then I offered her mine own, who is a dog as big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater. _Pro._ Go get thee hence, and find my dog again, 55 Or ne'er return again into my sight. Away, I say! stay'st thou to vex me here? [_Exit Launce._ A slave, that still an end turns me to shame! Sebastian, I have entertained thee, Partly that I have need of such a youth, 60 That can with some discretion do my business, For 'tis no trusting to yond foolish lout; But chiefly for thy face and thy behaviour, Which, if my augury deceive me not, Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth: 65 Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thee. Go presently, and take this ring with thee, Deliver it to Madam Silvia: She loved me well deliver'd it to me. _Jul._ It seems you loved not her, to leave her token. 70 She is dead, belike? _Pro._ Not so; I think she lives. _Jul._ Alas! _Pro._ Why dost thou cry, 'alas'? _Jul._ I cannot choose But pity her. _Pro._ Wherefore shouldst thou pity her? _Jul._ Because methinks that she loved you as well 75 As you do love your lady Silvia: She dreams on him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking on it makes me cry, 'alas!' 80 _Pro._ Well, give her that ring, and therewithal This letter. That's her chamber. Tell my lady I claim the promise for her heavenly picture. Your message done, hie home unto my chamber, Where thou shalt find me, sad and solitary. [_Exit._ 85 _Jul._ How many women would do such a message? Alas, poor Proteus! thou hast entertained A fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs. Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him That with his very heart despiseth me? 90 Because he loves her, he despiseth me; Because I love him, I must pity him. This ring I gave him when he parted from me, To bind him to remember my good will; And now am I, unhappy messenger, 95 To plead for that which I would not obtain, To carry that which I would have refused, To praise his faith which I would have dispraised. I am my master's true-confirmed love; But cannot be true servant to my master, 100 Unless I prove false traitor to myself. Yet will I woo for him, but yet so coldly, As, heaven it knows, I would not have him speed. _Enter SILVIA, attended._ Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean To bring me where to speak with Madam Silvia. 105 _Sil._ What would you with her, if that I be she? _Jul._ If you be she, I do entreat your patience To hear me speak the message I am sent on. _Sil._ From whom?