The Same. |
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Enter EGLAMOUR |
Egl. This is the hour that Madam Silvia |
Entreated me to call, and know her mind: |
There's some great matter she'd employ me in. |
Madam, Madam! |
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Enter SILVIA above, at her window. |
Sil. Who calls? |
Egl. Your servant, and your friend; |
One that attends your ladyship's command. |
Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good morrow. |
Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself. |
According to your ladyship's impose, |
I am thus early come to know what service |
It is your pleasure to command me in. |
Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman— |
Think not I flatter, for I swear I do not— |
Valiant, wise, remorseful, well-accomplish'd. |
Thou art not ignorant what dear good will |
I bear unto the banish'd Valentine, |
Nor how my father would enforce me marry |
Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhors. |
Thyself hast lov'd; and I have heard thee say |
No grief did ever come so near thy heart |
As when thy lady and thy true love died, |
Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity. |
Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine, |
To Mantua, where, I hear he makes abode; |
And, for the ways are dangerous to pass, |
I do desire thy worthy company, |
Upon whose faith and honour I repose. |
Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour, |
But think upon my grief, a lady's grief, |
And on the justice of my flying hence, |
To keep me from a most unholy match, |
Which heaven and fortune still rewards with plagues. |
I do desire thee, even from a heart |
As full of sorrows as the sea of sands, |
To bear me company and go with me: |
If not, to hide what I have said to thee, |
That I may venture to depart alone. |
Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances; |
Which since I know they virtuously are plac'd, |
I give consent to go along with you, |
Recking as little what betideth me |
As much I wish all good befortune you. |
When will you go? |
Sil. This evening coming. |
Egl. Where shall I meet you? |
Sil. At Friar Patrick's cell, |
Where I intend holy confession. |
Egl. I will not fail your ladyship. |
Good morrow, gentle lady. |
Sil. Good morrow, kind Sir Eglamour. [Exeunt severally. |
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