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To make my master out of love with thee.

Exit.

¶

Enter Eglamour.

Egl.

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!

Sil.

Amen, amen! Go on, good Eglamour,

Out at the postern by the abbey wall;

I fear I am attended by some spies.

Egl.

Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off;

If we recover that, we are sure enough.

Exeunt.

¶

Enter Thurio, Proteus, Julia [disguised as Sebastian].

Thu.

Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit?

Pro.

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

And yet she takes exceptions at your person.

Thu.

What? that my leg is too long?

Pro.

No, that it is too little.

Thu.

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

[Jul. Aside.]

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