The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. Уильям Шекспир

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       Ay, but her forehead’s low, and mine’s as high.

       What should it be that he respects in her

       But I can make respective in myself,

       If this fond Love were not a blinded god?

       Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up,

       For ‘tis thy rival. O thou senseless form!

       Thou shalt be worshipp’d, kiss’d, lov’d, and ador’d,

       And, were there sense in his idolatry,

       My substance should be statue in thy stead.

       I’ll use thee kindly for thy mistress’ sake,

       That us’d me so; or else, by Jove I vow,

       I should have scratch’d out your unseeing eyes,

       To make my master out of love with thee.

       [Exit.]

       ACT 5.

       SCENE I. Milan. An abbey

       [Enter EGLAMOUR.]

       EGLAMOUR.

       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,

       So much they spur their expedition.

       See, where she comes.

       [Enter SILVIA.]

       Lady, a happy evening!

       SILVIA.

       Amen, amen! Go on, good Eglamour,

       Out at the postern by the abbey wall.

       I fear I am attended by some spies.

       EGLAMOUR.

       Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off;

       If we recover that, we are sure enough.

       [Exeunt.]

       SCENE 2. The same. A room in the DUKE’S palace.

       [Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA.]

       THURIO.

       Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit?

       PROTEUS.

       O, sir, I find her milder than she was;

       And yet she takes exceptions at your person.

       THURIO.

       What! that my leg is too long?

       PROTEUS.

       No; that it is too little.

       THURIO.

       I’ll wear a boot to make it somewhat rounder.

       JULIA.

       [Aside] But love will not be spurr’d to what it loathes.

       THURIO.

       What says she to my face?

       PROTEUS.

       She says it is a fair one.

       THURIO.

       Nay, then, the wanton lies; my face is black.

       PROTEUS.

       But pearls are fair; and the old saying is:

       ‘Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies’ eyes.’

       JULIA.

       [Aside] ‘Tis true, such pearls as put out ladies’ eyes;

       For I had rather wink than look on them.

       THURIO.

       How likes she my discourse?

       PROTEUS.

       Ill, when you talk of war.

       THURIO.

       But well when I discourse of love and peace?

       JULIA.

       [Aside] But better, indeed, when you hold your peace.

       THURIO.

       What says she to my valour?

       PROTEUS.

       O, sir, she makes no doubt of that.

       JULIA.

       [Aside] She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.

       THURIO.

       What says she to my birth?

       PROTEUS.

       That you are well deriv’d.

       JULIA.

       [Aside] True; from a gentleman to a fool.

       THURIO.

       Considers she my possessions?

       PROTEUS.

       O, ay; and pities them.

       THURIO.

       Wherefore?

       JULIA.

       [Aside] That such an ass should owe them.

       PROTEUS.

       That they are out by lease.

       JULIA.

       Here comes the duke.

       [Enter DUKE.]

       DUKE.

       How now, Sir Proteus! how now, Thurio!

       Which of you saw Sir Eglamour of late?

       THURIO.

       Not I.

       PROTEUS.

       Nor I.

       DUKE.

       Saw you my daughter?

       PROTEUS.

       Neither.

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