In what you please; I’ll do what I can.
PROTEUS.
I hope thou wilt.
[To LAUNCE] How now, you whoreson peasant!
Where have you been these two days loitering?
LAUNCE.
Marry, sir, I carried Mistress Silvia the dog you bade me.
PROTEUS.
And what says she to my little jewel?
LAUNCE. Marry, she says your dog was a cur, and tells you currish thanks is good enough for such a present.
PROTEUS.
But she received my dog?
LAUNCE. No, indeed, did she not: here have I brought him back again.
PROTEUS.
What! didst thou offer her this from me?
LAUNCE. Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman boys in the marketplace; and then I offered her mine own, who is a dog as big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater.
PROTEUS.
Go, get thee hence and find my dog again,
Or ne’er return again into my sight.
Away, I say. Stayest thou to vex me here?
A slave that still an end turns me to shame!
[Exit LAUNCE.]
Sebastian, I have entertained thee
Partly that I have need of such a youth
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:
Therefore, know thou, for this I entertain thee.
Go presently, and take this ring with thee,
Deliver it to Madam Silvia:
She lov’d me well deliver’d it to me.
JULIA.
It seems you lov’d not her, to leave her token.
She’s dead, belike?
PROTEUS.
Not so: I think she lives.
JULIA.
Alas!
PROTEUS.
Why dost thou cry ‘Alas’?
JULIA.
I cannot choose
But pity her.
PROTEUS.
Wherefore shouldst thou pity her?
JULIA.
Because methinks that she lov’d you as well
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!’
PROTEUS.
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.]
JULIA.
How many women would do such a message?
Alas, poor Proteus! thou hast entertain’d
A fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs.
Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him
That with his very heart despiseth me?
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—
To plead for that which I would not obtain,
To carry that which I would have refus’d,
To praise his faith, which I would have disprais’d.
I am my master’s true-confirmed love,
But cannot be true servant to my master
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.
SILVIA.
What would you with her, if that I be she?
JULIA.
If you be she, I do entreat your patience
To hear me speak the message I am sent on.
SILVIA.
From whom?
JULIA.
From my master, Sir Proteus, madam.
SILVIA.
O! he sends you for a picture?
JULIA.
Ay, madam.
SILVIA.
Ursula, bring my picture there.
[A picture brought.]
Go, give your master this. Tell him from me,
One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget,
Would better fit his chamber than this shadow.
JULIA.
Madam, please you peruse this letter.—
Pardon me, madam; I have unadvis’d
Deliver’d you a paper that I should not:
This is the letter to your ladyship.
SILVIA.
I pray thee, let me look on that again.
JULIA.
It may not be: good madam, pardon me.
SILVIA.
There, hold.
I will not look upon your master’s lines:
I know they are stuff’d with protestations
And full of new-found oaths, which he will break
As easily as I do tear his paper.
JULIA.
Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring.
SILVIA.
The more shame for him that he sends it me;
For I have heard him say a thousand times
His Julia gave it him at his departure.
Though his false finger have profan’d the ring,
Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong.
JULIA.
She thanks you.
SILVIA.
What say’st thou?
JULIA.
I thank you, madam,