| ACT IV SCENE II | Milan. Outside the Duke's palace, under Silvia's chamber. | |
| [Enter PROTEUS] |
| PROTEUS | Already have I been false to Valentine |
| And now I must be as unjust to Thurio. |
| Under the colour of commending him, |
| I have access my own love to prefer: |
| But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, | 5 |
| To be corrupted with my worthless gifts. |
| When I protest true loyalty to her, |
| She twits me with my falsehood to my friend; |
| When to her beauty I commend my vows, |
| She bids me think how I have been forsworn | 10 |
| In breaking faith with Julia whom I loved: |
| And notwithstanding all her sudden quips, |
| The least whereof would quell a lover's hope, |
| Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, |
| The more it grows and fawneth on her still. | 15 |
| But here comes Thurio: now must we to her window, |
| And give some evening music to her ear. |
| [Enter THURIO and Musicians] |
| THURIO | How now, Sir Proteus, are you crept before us? |
| PROTEUS | Ay, gentle Thurio: for you know that love |
| Will creep in service where it cannot go. | 20 |
| THURIO | Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here. |
| PROTEUS | Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence. |
| THURIO | Who? Silvia? |
| PROTEUS | Ay, Silvia; for your sake. |
| THURIO | I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, | 25 |
| Let's tune, and to it lustily awhile. |
| [Enter, at a distance, Host, and JULIA in boy's clothes] |
| Host | Now, my young guest, methinks you're allycholly: I |
| pray you, why is it? |
| JULIA | Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. |
| Host | Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you where | 30 |
| you shall hear music and see the gentleman that you asked for. |
| JULIA | But shall I hear him speak? |
| Host | Ay, that you shall. |
| JULIA | That will be music. |
| [Music plays] |
| Host | Hark, hark! | 35 |
| JULIA | Is he among these? |
| Host | Ay: but, peace! let's hear 'em. |
SONG. |
| Who is Silvia? what is she, |
| That all our swains commend her? |
| Holy, fair and wise is she; | 40 |
| The heaven such grace did lend her, |
| That she might admired be. |
| Is she kind as she is fair? |
| For beauty lives with kindness. |
| Love doth to her eyes repair, | 45 |
| To help him of his blindness, |
| And, being help'd, inhabits there. |
| Then to Silvia let us sing, |
| That Silvia is excelling; |
| She excels each mortal thing | 50 |
| Upon the dull earth dwelling: |
| To her let us garlands bring. |
| Host | How now! are you sadder than you were before? How |
| do you, man? the music likes you not. |
| JULIA | You mistake; the musician likes me not. | 55 |
| Host | Why, my pretty youth? |
| JULIA | He plays false, father.
|
| Host | How? out of tune on the strings? |
| JULIA | Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my very |
| heart-strings. | 60 |
| Host | You have a quick ear. |
| JULIA | Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a slow heart. |
| Host | I perceive you delight not in music. |
| JULIA | Not a whit, when it jars so. |
| Host | Hark, what fine change is in the music! | 65 |
| JULIA | Ay, that change is the spite. |
| Host | You would have them always play but one thing? |
| JULIA | I would always have one play but one thing. |
| But, host, doth this Sir Proteus that we talk on |
| Often resort unto this gentlewoman? | 70 |
| Host | I tell you what Launce, his man, told me: he loved |
| her out of all nick. |
| JULIA | Where is Launce? |
| Host | Gone to seek his dog; which tomorrow, by his |
| master's command, he must carry for a present to his lady. | 75 |
| JULIA | Peace! stand aside: the company parts. |
| PROTEUS | Sir Thurio, fear not you: I will so plead |
| That you shall say my cunning drift excels. |
| THURIO | Where meet we? |
| PROTEUS | At Saint Gregory's well. | 80 |
| THURIO | Farewell. |
| [Exeunt THURIO and Musicians] |
| [Enter SILVIA above] |
| PROTEUS | Madam, good even to your ladyship. |
| SILVIA | I thank you for your music, gentlemen. |
| Who is that that spake? |
| PROTEUS | One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, | 85 |
| You would quickly learn to know him by his voice. |
| SILVIA | Sir Proteus, as I take it. |
| PROTEUS | Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. |
| SILVIA | What's your will? |
| PROTEUS | That I may compass yours. | 90 |
| SILVIA | You have your wish; my will is even this: |
| That presently you hie you home to bed. |
| Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man! |
| Think'st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless, |
| To be seduced by thy flattery, | 95 |
| That hast deceived so many with thy vows? |
| Return, return, and make thy love amends. |
| 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, | 100 |
| And by and by intend to chide myself |
| Even for this time I spend in talking to thee. |
| PROTEUS | I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady; |
| But she is dead. |
| JULIA | [Aside] 'Twere false, if I should speak it;
| 105 |
| For I am sure she is not buried. |
| SILVIA | Say that she be; yet Valentine thy friend |
| Survives; to whom, thyself art witness, |
| I am betroth'd: and art thou not ashamed |
| To wrong him with thy importunacy? | 110 |
| 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, | 115 |
| 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; | 120 |
| 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,
| 125 |
| 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, | 130 |
| Send to me in the morning and I'll send it: |
| And so, good rest. |
| PROTEUS | As wretches have o'ernight |
| That wait for execution in the morn. |
| [Exeunt PROTEUS and SILVIA severally] |
| JULIA | Host, will you go? | 135 |
| 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 | 140 |
| That e'er I watch'd and the most heaviest. |
| [Exeunt] |