_Egl._ The sun begins to gild the western sky; And now it is about the very hour That Silvia, at Friar Patrick's cell, should meet me. She will not fail, for lovers break not hours, Unless it be to come before their time; 5 So much they spur their expedition. See where she comes. _Enter SILVIA._ Lady, a happy evening! _Sil._ Amen, amen! Go on, good Eglamour, Out at the postern by the abbey-wall: I fear I am attended by some spies. 10 _Egl._ Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off; If we recover that, we are sure enough. [_Exeunt._ Notes: V, 1. SCENE I. An abbey.] Capell. Near the Friar's cell. Theobald. 3: _That_] om. Pope. _Friar_] om. Steevens (1793). 12: _we are_] _we're_ Pope. SCENE II. _The same. The DUKE'S palace._ _Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA._ _Thu._ Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit? _Pro._ O, sir, I find her milder than 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. 5 _Thu._ I'll wear a boot, to make it somewhat rounder. _Jul._ [_Aside_] But love will not be spurr'd to what it loathes. _Thu._ What says she to my face? _Pro._ She says it is a fair one. _Thu._ Nay then, the wanton lies; my face is black. 10 _Pro._ But pearls are fair; and the old saying is, Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes. _Jul._ [_Aside_] 'Tis true, such pearls as put out ladies' eyes; For I had rather wink than look on them. _Thu._ How likes she my discourse? 15 _Pro._ Ill, when you talk of war. _Thu._ But well, when I discourse of love and peace? _Jul._ [_Aside_] But better, indeed, when you hold your peace. _Thu._ What says she to my valour? _Pro._ O, sir, she makes no doubt of that. 20 _Jul._ [_Aside_] She needs not, when she knows it cowardice. _Thu._ What says she to my birth? _Pro._ That you are well derived. _Jul._ [_Aside_] True; from a gentleman to a fool. _Thu._ Considers she my possessions? 25 _Pro._ O, ay; and pities them. _Thu._ Wherefore? _Jul._ [_Aside_] That such an ass should owe them. _Pro._ That they are out by lease. _Jul._ Here comes the duke. 30 _Enter DUKE._ _Duke._ How now, Sir Proteus! how now, Thurio! Which of you saw Sir Eglamour of late? _Thu._ Not I. _Pro._ Nor I. _Duke._ Saw you my daughter? _Pro._ Neither.