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Enter PROTEUS
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Enter PROTEUS
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PROTEUS 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.
5 But Sylvia 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,
10 She bids me think how I have been forsworn
In breaking faith with Julia, whom I loved.
And notwithstanding all her sudden quips,
The least whereof would quell a lover’s hope,
Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love,
15 The more it grows and fawneth on her still.
But here comes Thurio. Now must we to her window
And give some evening music to her ear.
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PROTEUS 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 Sylvia 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 loved.
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.
But here comes Thurio. Now must we to her window
And give some evening music to her ear.
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Enter THURIO and Musicians
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Enter THURIO and Musicians
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THURIO How now, Sir Proteus, are you crept before us?
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THURIO How now, Sir Proteus, are you crept before us?
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PROTEUS Ay, gentle Thurio, for you know that love
20 Will creep in service where it cannot go.
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PROTEUS Ay, gentle Thurio, for you know that love
Will creep in service where it cannot go.
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THURIO Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here.
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THURIO Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here.
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PROTEUS Sir, but I do, or else I would be hence.
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PROTEUS Sir, but I do, or else I would be hence.
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THURIO Who? Sylvia?
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THURIO Who? Sylvia?
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PROTEUS Ay, Sylvia—for your sake.
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PROTEUS Ay, Sylvia—for your sake.
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THURIO 25 I thank you for your own.—Now, gentlemen,
Let’s tune, and to it lustily awhile.
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THURIO I thank you for your own.—Now, gentlemen,
Let’s tune, and to it lustily awhile.
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Enter, at a distance, HOST , and JULIA disguised as a page. They talk apart.
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Enter, at a distance, HOST , and JULIA disguised as a page. They talk apart.
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HOST Now, my young guest, methinks you’re allycholly. I pray you, why is it?
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HOST Now, my young guest, methinks you’re allycholly. I pray you, why is it?
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JULIA Marry, mine Host, because I cannot be merry.
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JULIA Marry, mine Host, because I cannot be merry.
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HOST Come, we’ll have you merry. I’ll bring you where you shall hear music and see the gentleman that you asked for.
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HOST Come, we’ll have you merry. I’ll bring you where you shall hear music and see the gentleman that you asked for.
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JULIA 30 But shall I hear him speak?
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JULIA But shall I hear him speak?
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HOST Ay, that you shall.
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HOST Ay, that you shall.
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JULIA That will be music.
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JULIA That will be music.
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Music plays.
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Music plays.
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HOST Hark! hark!
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HOST Hark! hark!
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JULIA Is he among these?
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JULIA Is he among these?
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HOST 35 Ay, but peace! Let’s hear ’em.
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HOST Ay, but peace! Let’s hear ’em.
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Song
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Song
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MUSICIAN Who is Sylvia? What is she,
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heaven such grace did lend her,
40 That she might admirèd 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,
45 And, being helped, inhabits there.
Then to Sylvia let us sing,
That Sylvia is excelling.
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling.
50 To her let us garlands bring.
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MUSICIAN Who is Sylvia? 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 admirèd 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 helped, inhabits there.
Then to Sylvia let us sing,
That Sylvia is excelling.
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling.
To her let us garlands bring.
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HOST How now? Are you sadder than you were before? How do you, man? The music likes you not.
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HOST How now? Are you sadder than you were before? How do you, man? The music likes you not.
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JULIA You mistake; the musician likes me not.
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JULIA You mistake; the musician likes me not.
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HOST Why, my pretty youth?
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HOST Why, my pretty youth?
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JULIA He plays false, father.
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JULIA He plays false, father.
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HOST 55 How? Out of tune on the strings?
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HOST How? Out of tune on the strings?
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JULIA Not so, but yet so false that he grieves my very heartstrings.
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JULIA Not so, but yet so false that he grieves my very heartstrings.
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HOST You have a quick ear.
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HOST You have a quick ear.
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JULIA Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a slow heart.
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JULIA Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a slow heart.
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HOST I perceive you delight not in music.
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HOST I perceive you delight not in music.
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JULIA 60 Not a whit, when it jars so.
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JULIA Not a whit, when it jars so.
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HOST Hark, what fine change is in the music!
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HOST Hark, what fine change is in the music!
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JULIA Ay, that change is the spite.
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JULIA Ay, that change is the spite.
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HOST You would have them always play but one thing?
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HOST You would have them always play but one thing?
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JULIA I would always have one play but one thing. But, Host, doth this Sir Proteus that we talk on often resort unto this gentlewoman?
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JULIA I would always have one play but one thing. But, Host, doth this Sir Proteus that we talk on often resort unto this gentlewoman?
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HOST 65 I tell you what Lance, his man, told me: he loved her out of all nick.
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HOST I tell you what Lance, his man, told me: he loved her out of all nick.
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JULIA Where is Lance?
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JULIA Where is Lance?
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HOST Gone to seek his dog, which tomorrow, by his master’s command, he must carry for a present to his lady.
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HOST Gone to seek his dog, which tomorrow, by his master’s command, he must carry for a present to his lady.
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JULIA Peace! Stand aside. The company parts.
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JULIA Peace! Stand aside. The company parts.
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JULIA and the HOST stand aside.
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JULIA and the HOST stand aside.
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PROTEUS Sir Thurio, fear not you. I will so plead
70 That you shall say my cunning drift excels.
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PROTEUS Sir Thurio, fear not you. I will so plead
That you shall say my cunning drift excels.
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THURIO Where meet we?
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THURIO Where meet we?
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PROTEUS At Saint Gregory’s well.
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PROTEUS At Saint Gregory’s well.
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THURIO Farewell.
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THURIO Farewell.
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Exeunt THURIO and Musicians
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Exeunt THURIO and Musicians
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Enter SYLVIA above, at her window
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Enter SYLVIA above, at her window
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PROTEUS Madam, good even to your ladyship.
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PROTEUS Madam, good even to your ladyship.
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SYLVIA 75 I thank you for your music, gentlemen.
Who is that that spake?
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SYLVIA I thank you for your music, gentlemen.
Who is that that spake?
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PROTEUS One, lady, if you knew his pure heart’s truth,
You would quickly learn to know him by his voice.
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PROTEUS One, lady, if you knew his pure heart’s truth,
You would quickly learn to know him by his voice.
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SYLVIA Sir Proteus, as I take it.
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SYLVIA Sir Proteus, as I take it.
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PROTEUS 80 Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant.
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PROTEUS Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant.
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SYLVIA What’s your will?
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SYLVIA What’s your will?
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PROTEUS That I may compass yours.
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PROTEUS That I may compass yours.
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SYLVIA You have your wish. My will is even this:
That presently you hie you home to bed.
85 Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man!
Think’st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless,
To be seducèd by thy flattery,
That hast deceived so many with thy vows?
Return, return, and make thy love amends.
90 For me, by this pale queen of night I swear,
I am so far from granting thy request
That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit,
And by and by intend to chide myself
Even for this time I spend in talking to thee.
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SYLVIA You have your wish. My will is even this:
That presently you hie you home to bed.
Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man!
Think’st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless,
To be seducèd by thy flattery,
That hast deceived so many with thy vows?
Return, return, and make thy love amends.
For me, by this pale queen of night I swear,
I am so far from granting thy request
That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit,
And by and by intend to chide myself
Even for this time I spend in talking to thee.
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PROTEUS 95 I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady,
But she is dead.
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PROTEUS I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady,
But she is dead.
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JULIA [Aside] ’Twere false, if I should speak it,
For I am sure she is not burièd.
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JULIA [Aside] ’Twere false, if I should speak it,
For I am sure she is not burièd.
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SYLVIA Say that she be, yet Valentine, thy friend,
100 Survives, to whom—thyself art witness—
I am betrothed. And art thou not ashamed
To wrong him with thy importunacy?
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SYLVIA Say that she be, yet Valentine, thy friend,
Survives, to whom—thyself art witness—
I am betrothed. And art thou not ashamed
To wrong him with thy importunacy?
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PROTEUS I likewise hear that Valentine is dead.
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PROTEUS I likewise hear that Valentine is dead.
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SYLVIA And so suppose am I, for in his grave,
105 Assure thyself, my love is burièd.
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SYLVIA And so suppose am I, for in his grave,
Assure thyself, my love is burièd.
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PROTEUS Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.
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PROTEUS Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.
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SYLVIA Go to thy lady’s grave and call hers thence.
Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine.
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SYLVIA Go to thy lady’s grave and call hers thence.
Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine.
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JULIA [Aside] He heard not that.
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JULIA [Aside] He heard not that.
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PROTEUS 110 Madam, if your heart be so obdurate,
Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love,
The picture that is hanging in your chamber.
To that I’ll speak, to that I’ll sigh and weep;
For, since the substance of your perfect self
115 Is else devoted, I am but a shadow,
And to your shadow will I make true love.
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PROTEUS Madam, if your heart be so obdurate,
Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love,
The picture that is hanging in your chamber.
To that I’ll speak, to that I’ll sigh and weep;
For, since the substance of your perfect self
Is else devoted, I am but a shadow,
And to your shadow will I make true love.
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JULIA [Aside] If ’twere a substance, you would, sure, deceive it,
And make it but a shadow, as I am.
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JULIA [Aside] If ’twere a substance, you would, sure, deceive it,
And make it but a shadow, as I am.
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SYLVIA I am very loath to be your idol, sir.
120 But since your falsehood shall become you well
To worship shadows and adore false shapes,
Send to me in the morning, and I’ll send it.
And so, good rest.
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SYLVIA I am very loath to be your idol, sir.
But since your falsehood shall become you well
To worship shadows and adore false shapes,
Send to me in the morning, and I’ll send it.
And so, good rest.
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PROTEUS As wretches have o’ernight
125 That wait for execution in the morn.
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PROTEUS As wretches have o’ernight
That wait for execution in the morn.
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Exeunt PROTEUS and SYLVIA separately
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Exeunt PROTEUS and SYLVIA separately
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JULIA Host, will you go?
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JULIA Host, will you go?
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HOST By my halidom, I was fast asleep.
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HOST By my halidom, I was fast asleep.
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JULIA Pray you, where lies Sir Proteus?
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JULIA Pray you, where lies Sir Proteus?
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HOST Marry, at my house. Trust me, I think ’tis almost day.
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HOST Marry, at my house. Trust me, I think ’tis almost day.
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JULIA 130 Not so; but it hath been the longest night
That e’er I watched, and the most heaviest.
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JULIA Not so; but it hath been the longest night
That e’er I watched, and the most heaviest.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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Enter PROTEUS
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Enter PROTEUS
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PROTEUS 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.
5 But Sylvia 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,
10 She bids me think how I have been forsworn
In breaking faith with Julia, whom I loved.
And notwithstanding all her sudden quips,
The least whereof would quell a lover’s hope,
Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love,
15 The more it grows and fawneth on her still.
But here comes Thurio. Now must we to her window
And give some evening music to her ear.
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PROTEUS 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 Sylvia 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 loved.
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.
But here comes Thurio. Now must we to her window
And give some evening music to her ear.
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Enter THURIO and Musicians
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Enter THURIO and Musicians
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THURIO How now, Sir Proteus, are you crept before us?
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THURIO How now, Sir Proteus, are you crept before us?
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PROTEUS Ay, gentle Thurio, for you know that love
20 Will creep in service where it cannot go.
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PROTEUS Ay, gentle Thurio, for you know that love
Will creep in service where it cannot go.
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THURIO Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here.
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THURIO Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here.
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PROTEUS Sir, but I do, or else I would be hence.
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PROTEUS Sir, but I do, or else I would be hence.
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THURIO Who? Sylvia?
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THURIO Who? Sylvia?
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PROTEUS Ay, Sylvia—for your sake.
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PROTEUS Ay, Sylvia—for your sake.
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THURIO 25 I thank you for your own.—Now, gentlemen,
Let’s tune, and to it lustily awhile.
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THURIO I thank you for your own.—Now, gentlemen,
Let’s tune, and to it lustily awhile.
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Enter, at a distance, HOST , and JULIA disguised as a page. They talk apart.
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Enter, at a distance, HOST , and JULIA disguised as a page. They talk apart.
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HOST Now, my young guest, methinks you’re allycholly. I pray you, why is it?
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HOST Now, my young guest, methinks you’re allycholly. I pray you, why is it?
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JULIA Marry, mine Host, because I cannot be merry.
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JULIA Marry, mine Host, because I cannot be merry.
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HOST Come, we’ll have you merry. I’ll bring you where you shall hear music and see the gentleman that you asked for.
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HOST Come, we’ll have you merry. I’ll bring you where you shall hear music and see the gentleman that you asked for.
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JULIA 30 But shall I hear him speak?
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JULIA But shall I hear him speak?
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HOST Ay, that you shall.
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HOST Ay, that you shall.
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JULIA That will be music.
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JULIA That will be music.
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Music plays.
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Music plays.
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HOST Hark! hark!
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HOST Hark! hark!
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JULIA Is he among these?
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JULIA Is he among these?
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HOST 35 Ay, but peace! Let’s hear ’em.
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HOST Ay, but peace! Let’s hear ’em.
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Song
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Song
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MUSICIAN Who is Sylvia? What is she,
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heaven such grace did lend her,
40 That she might admirèd 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,
45 And, being helped, inhabits there.
Then to Sylvia let us sing,
That Sylvia is excelling.
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling.
50 To her let us garlands bring.
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MUSICIAN Who is Sylvia? 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 admirèd 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 helped, inhabits there.
Then to Sylvia let us sing,
That Sylvia is excelling.
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling.
To her let us garlands bring.
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HOST How now? Are you sadder than you were before? How do you, man? The music likes you not.
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HOST How now? Are you sadder than you were before? How do you, man? The music likes you not.
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JULIA You mistake; the musician likes me not.
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JULIA You mistake; the musician likes me not.
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HOST Why, my pretty youth?
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HOST Why, my pretty youth?
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JULIA He plays false, father.
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JULIA He plays false, father.
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HOST 55 How? Out of tune on the strings?
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HOST How? Out of tune on the strings?
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JULIA Not so, but yet so false that he grieves my very heartstrings.
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JULIA Not so, but yet so false that he grieves my very heartstrings.
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HOST You have a quick ear.
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HOST You have a quick ear.
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JULIA Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a slow heart.
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JULIA Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a slow heart.
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HOST I perceive you delight not in music.
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HOST I perceive you delight not in music.
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JULIA 60 Not a whit, when it jars so.
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JULIA Not a whit, when it jars so.
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HOST Hark, what fine change is in the music!
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HOST Hark, what fine change is in the music!
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JULIA Ay, that change is the spite.
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JULIA Ay, that change is the spite.
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HOST You would have them always play but one thing?
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HOST You would have them always play but one thing?
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JULIA I would always have one play but one thing. But, Host, doth this Sir Proteus that we talk on often resort unto this gentlewoman?
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JULIA I would always have one play but one thing. But, Host, doth this Sir Proteus that we talk on often resort unto this gentlewoman?
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HOST 65 I tell you what Lance, his man, told me: he loved her out of all nick.
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HOST I tell you what Lance, his man, told me: he loved her out of all nick.
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JULIA Where is Lance?
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JULIA Where is Lance?
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HOST Gone to seek his dog, which tomorrow, by his master’s command, he must carry for a present to his lady.
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HOST Gone to seek his dog, which tomorrow, by his master’s command, he must carry for a present to his lady.
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JULIA Peace! Stand aside. The company parts.
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JULIA Peace! Stand aside. The company parts.
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JULIA and the HOST stand aside.
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JULIA and the HOST stand aside.
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PROTEUS Sir Thurio, fear not you. I will so plead
70 That you shall say my cunning drift excels.
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PROTEUS Sir Thurio, fear not you. I will so plead
That you shall say my cunning drift excels.
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THURIO Where meet we?
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THURIO Where meet we?
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PROTEUS At Saint Gregory’s well.
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PROTEUS At Saint Gregory’s well.
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THURIO Farewell.
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THURIO Farewell.
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Exeunt THURIO and Musicians
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Exeunt THURIO and Musicians
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Enter SYLVIA above, at her window
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Enter SYLVIA above, at her window
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PROTEUS Madam, good even to your ladyship.
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PROTEUS Madam, good even to your ladyship.
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SYLVIA 75 I thank you for your music, gentlemen.
Who is that that spake?
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SYLVIA I thank you for your music, gentlemen.
Who is that that spake?
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PROTEUS One, lady, if you knew his pure heart’s truth,
You would quickly learn to know him by his voice.
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PROTEUS One, lady, if you knew his pure heart’s truth,
You would quickly learn to know him by his voice.
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SYLVIA Sir Proteus, as I take it.
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SYLVIA Sir Proteus, as I take it.
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PROTEUS 80 Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant.
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PROTEUS Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant.
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SYLVIA What’s your will?
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SYLVIA What’s your will?
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PROTEUS That I may compass yours.
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PROTEUS That I may compass yours.
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SYLVIA You have your wish. My will is even this:
That presently you hie you home to bed.
85 Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man!
Think’st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless,
To be seducèd by thy flattery,
That hast deceived so many with thy vows?
Return, return, and make thy love amends.
90 For me, by this pale queen of night I swear,
I am so far from granting thy request
That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit,
And by and by intend to chide myself
Even for this time I spend in talking to thee.
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SYLVIA You have your wish. My will is even this:
That presently you hie you home to bed.
Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man!
Think’st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless,
To be seducèd by thy flattery,
That hast deceived so many with thy vows?
Return, return, and make thy love amends.
For me, by this pale queen of night I swear,
I am so far from granting thy request
That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit,
And by and by intend to chide myself
Even for this time I spend in talking to thee.
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PROTEUS 95 I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady,
But she is dead.
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PROTEUS I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady,
But she is dead.
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JULIA [Aside] ’Twere false, if I should speak it,
For I am sure she is not burièd.
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JULIA [Aside] ’Twere false, if I should speak it,
For I am sure she is not burièd.
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SYLVIA Say that she be, yet Valentine, thy friend,
100 Survives, to whom—thyself art witness—
I am betrothed. And art thou not ashamed
To wrong him with thy importunacy?
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SYLVIA Say that she be, yet Valentine, thy friend,
Survives, to whom—thyself art witness—
I am betrothed. And art thou not ashamed
To wrong him with thy importunacy?
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PROTEUS I likewise hear that Valentine is dead.
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PROTEUS I likewise hear that Valentine is dead.
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SYLVIA And so suppose am I, for in his grave,
105 Assure thyself, my love is burièd.
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SYLVIA And so suppose am I, for in his grave,
Assure thyself, my love is burièd.
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PROTEUS Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.
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PROTEUS Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.
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SYLVIA Go to thy lady’s grave and call hers thence.
Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine.
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SYLVIA Go to thy lady’s grave and call hers thence.
Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine.
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JULIA [Aside] He heard not that.
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JULIA [Aside] He heard not that.
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PROTEUS 110 Madam, if your heart be so obdurate,
Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love,
The picture that is hanging in your chamber.
To that I’ll speak, to that I’ll sigh and weep;
For, since the substance of your perfect self
115 Is else devoted, I am but a shadow,
And to your shadow will I make true love.
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PROTEUS Madam, if your heart be so obdurate,
Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love,
The picture that is hanging in your chamber.
To that I’ll speak, to that I’ll sigh and weep;
For, since the substance of your perfect self
Is else devoted, I am but a shadow,
And to your shadow will I make true love.
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JULIA [Aside] If ’twere a substance, you would, sure, deceive it,
And make it but a shadow, as I am.
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JULIA [Aside] If ’twere a substance, you would, sure, deceive it,
And make it but a shadow, as I am.
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SYLVIA I am very loath to be your idol, sir.
120 But since your falsehood shall become you well
To worship shadows and adore false shapes,
Send to me in the morning, and I’ll send it.
And so, good rest.
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SYLVIA I am very loath to be your idol, sir.
But since your falsehood shall become you well
To worship shadows and adore false shapes,
Send to me in the morning, and I’ll send it.
And so, good rest.
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PROTEUS As wretches have o’ernight
125 That wait for execution in the morn.
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PROTEUS As wretches have o’ernight
That wait for execution in the morn.
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Exeunt PROTEUS and SYLVIA separately
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Exeunt PROTEUS and SYLVIA separately
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JULIA Host, will you go?
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JULIA Host, will you go?
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HOST By my halidom, I was fast asleep.
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HOST By my halidom, I was fast asleep.
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JULIA Pray you, where lies Sir Proteus?
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JULIA Pray you, where lies Sir Proteus?
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HOST Marry, at my house. Trust me, I think ’tis almost day.
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HOST Marry, at my house. Trust me, I think ’tis almost day.
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JULIA 130 Not so; but it hath been the longest night
That e’er I watched, and the most heaviest.
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JULIA Not so; but it hath been the longest night
That e’er I watched, and the most heaviest.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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