No, we detest such vile base practices.
Come, go with us, we’ll bring thee to our crews,
And show thee all the treasure we have got;
Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose.
Exeunt.
¶
Scene II
Enter Proteus.
Pro.
Already have I been false to Valentine,
And now I must be as unjust to Thurio:
Under the color of commending him,
I have access my own love to prefer—
But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,
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
In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov’d;
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.
[Enter] Thurio, Musician[s].
But here comes Thurio. Now must we to her window,
And give some evening music to her ear.
Thu.
How now, Sir Proteus, are you crept before us?
Pro.
Ay, gentle Thurio, for you know that love
Will creep in service where it cannot go.
Thu.
Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here.
Pro.
Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence.
Thu.
Who? Silvia?
Pro.
Ay, Silvia—for your sake.
Thu.
I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen,
Let’s tune, and to it lustily a while.
[Enter at one side] Host, Julia [in boy’s clothes, as Sebastian].
Host. Now, my young guest, methinks you’re allycholly; I pray you, why is it?
Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry.
Host. Come, we’ll have you merry: I’ll bring you where you shall hear music and see the gentleman that you ask’d for.
Jul. But shall I hear him speak?
Host. Ay, that you shall.
Jul. That will be music.
[Music plays.]
Host. Hark, hark!
Jul. 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;
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,
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
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.
Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not.
Host. Why, my pretty youth?
Jul. He plays false, father.
Host. How, out of tune on the strings?
Jul. Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my very heart-strings.
Host. You have a quick ear.
Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a slow heart.
Host. I perceive you delight not in music.
Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so.
Host. Hark, what fine change is in the music.
Jul. Ay; that change is the spite.
Host. You would have them always play but one thing?
Jul.
I would always have one play but one thing.
But, host, doth this Sir Proteus that we talk on
Often resort unto this gentlewoman?
Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me: he lov’d her out of all nick.
Jul. Where is Launce?
Host. Gone to seek his dog, which to-morrow, by his master’s command, he must carry for a present to his lady.
Jul. Peace, stand aside, the company parts.
Pro.
Sir Thurio, fear not you, I will so plead,
That you shall say my cunning drift excels.
Thu.
Where meet we?
Pro.
At Saint Gregory’s well.
Thu.
Farewell.
[Exeunt Thurio and Musicians.]
[Enter] Silvia [above at her window].
Pro.
Madam, good ev’n 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.
Sil.