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. Enter Silvia above.

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 your self:
According to your Ladyship's Impose,

I am thus early come, to know what Service
It is your Pleasure to command me in.

Sil.
Oh 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 abhor'd.
Thy self hast lov'd, and I have heard thee say,
No Grief did come so near thy Heart,
As when thy Lady, and thy true Love dy'd;
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 Heav'n 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,
Wreaking 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.

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