SCENE III. The same.

     Enter EGLAMOUR

EGLAMOUR
      This is the hour that Madam Silvia
      Entreated me to call and know her mind:
      There's some great matter she'ld employ me in.
      Madam, madam!

      Enter SILVIA above

SILVIA
      Who calls?

EGLAMOUR
      Your servant and your friend;
      One that attends your ladyship's command.

SILVIA
      Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good morrow.

EGLAMOUR
      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.

SILVIA
      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 loved; 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.

EGLAMOUR
      Madam, I pity much your grievances;
      Which since I know they virtuously are placed,
      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?

SILVIA
      This evening coming.

EGLAMOUR
      Where shall I meet you?

SILVIA
      At Friar Patrick's cell,
      Where I intend holy confession.

EGLAMOUR
      I will not fail your ladyship. Good morrow, gentle lady.

SILVIA
      Good morrow, kind Sir Eglamour.

      Exeunt severally