Act 4 - Scene 2
Milan. Outside the DUKE's palace, under SILVIA's chamber.
Already have I been false to Valentine
And now I must be as unjust to Thurio.
Under the colour of commending
I have access my own love to prefer:
But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,
To be corrupted with my
When I protest true loyalty to her,
She twits me with my falsehood to my friend;
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,
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.
Enter THURIO and Musicians
How now, Sir Proteus, are you crept before us?
Ay, gentle Thurio: for you know that love
Will creep in service where it cannot go.
Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here.
Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence.
Ay, Silvia; for your sake.
I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen,
Let's tune, and to it lustily awhile.
Enter, at a distance, Host, and JULIA in boy's clothes
Now, my young guest, methinks you're allycholly: I
pray you, why is it?
Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry.
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