Egl. I will not fail : Good-morrow, gentle lady. Sil. Good-morrow, kind fir Eglamour. Laun. SCENE VI. Enter Launce, with his dog. [Exeunt. 7HEN a man's servant shall play the cur with him, look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up of a puppy, one that I fav'd from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it! I have taught him, even as one would say precisely, thus I would teach a dog. I went to deliver him as a present to mistress Silvia, from my master; and I came no fooner into the dining-chamber, but he steps me to her trencher, and steals her capon's leg. O, 'tis a foul thing, when a cur cannot keep himself in all companies! I would have, as one should fay, one that takes upon him to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all things. If I had not had more wit than he, to take a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he had been hang'd for't; fure as I live, he had fuffer'd for't; you shall judge. He thrusts me himself into the company of three or four gentleman-like dogs, under the duke's table; he had not been there (bless the mark!) a pissing while, but all the chamber smelt him. Out with the dog, says one; what cur is that? says another; whip him out, says a third; hang him up, fays the duke. I, having been acquainted with the smell before, knew it was Crab, and goes me to the fellow that whips the dogs; friend, quoth I, you mean to whip the dog? Ay, marry, do I, quoth he. You do him the more wrong, quoth I; 'twas I did the thing you wot of. He makes no more ado, but whips me out of the chamber. How many masters would do this for their servant? nay, I'll be fworn I have fat in the stocks for puddings he hath stol'n, otherwife he had been executed; I have stood on the pillory for geese he hath kill'd, otherwise he had fuffer'd for't. Thou think'ft not of this now. Nay, I remember the trick you serv'd me me when I took my leave of madam Silvia; did not I bid thee still mark me, and do as I do? when didst thou see me heave up my leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale? didft thou ever see me do such a trick? SCENE VII. Enter Protheus and Julia. Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well, And will employ thee in some service presently. Jul. In what you please: I'll do, fir, what I can. Pro. I hope, thou wilt. - How now, you whoreson peafant, Where have you been these two days loitering? Laun. Marry, fır, I carry'd mistress Silvia the dog you bad me. Laun. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur, and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for fuch a present. Pro. But she receiv'd my dog? Laun. No, indeed, she did not: here have I brought him back again. Pro. What, did'st thou offer her this from me? Laun. Ay, fir; the other, Squirrel, was stol'n from me by the hangman's boy in the market-place; and then I offer'd 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, Or ne'er return again into my fight: Away, I say; stay'st thou to vex me here? A flave, that ev'ry day turns me to shame. Sebastian, I have entertained thee, Partly, that I have need of such a youth, That can with some difcretion do my business; Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth: [Exit Laun. Therefore 1 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. Jul. It seems, you lov'd not her, to leave her token: She's dead, belike. Pro. Not fo: I think, she lives. Jul. Alas! Pro. Why do'st thou cry, alas? Jul. I cannot choofe But pity her. Pro. Why shouldst thou pity her? Jul. Because, methinks, if she loves 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! Pro. Well, give her that ring, and give therewithal This letter; that's her chamber: tell my lady, I claim the promife for her heav'nly picture. Your message done, hie home unto my chamber, Where thou shalt find me fad and solitary. [Exit Pro. SCENE VIII. Jul. How many women would do such a message? To To plead for that which I would not obtain ; To praise his faith, which I would have disprais'd. But cannot be true servant to my master, Unless I prove false traitor to myself. As, heav'n it knows, I would not have him speed. Enter Silvia. Lady, good day! I pray you, be my mean To bring me where to speak with madam Silvia. To hear me speak the message I am fent on. Jul. From my master sir Protheus, madam. Jul. Ay, madam. Sil. Urfula, bring my picture there. Go, give your master this; tell him from me, Jul. Madam, may't please you to peruse this letter. Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. I will not look upon your master's lines; I know they're stuff'd with protestations, And full of new-found oaths, which he will break As easily as I do tear his paper. Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. Cc For For I have heard him say a thousand times, Jul. She thanks you. Sil. What say'st thou ? Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her; Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. Jul: Almost as well as I do know myself. To think upon her woes, I do protest, That I have wept an hundred several times. Sil. Belike, she thinks that Protheus hath forsook her. Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is : Sil. How tall was she? Jul. About my ftature: for, at Pentecoft, That |