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

_Egl._ I will not fail your ladyship. Good morrow, 45
gentle lady.

_Sil._ Good morrow, kind Sir Eglamour.
[_Exeunt severally._

Notes: IV, 3.

SCENE III.] SCENE V. Pope. Dyce makes no new scene here. See note
(VIII).
4: _Madam, madam!_] _Madam!_ Hanmer.
13: _Valiant, wise_] _Valiant and wise_ Pope. _Wise, valiant_
Anon. conj. A monosyllable lost before _valiant._ S. Walker conj.
17: _abhors_] Hanmer. _abhor'd_ F1 F2 F3. _abhorr'd_ F4.
19: _ever_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.
_near_] _near unto_ Pope.
31: _rewards_] Ff. _reward_ Pope.
37, 38: _grievances; Which_] _grievances, And the most true
affections that you bear; Which_ Collier MS.
40: _Recking_] Pope. _Wreaking_ F1.
42: _evening coming_] _coming evening_ Anon. conj.

SCENE IV. _The same._

_Enter LAUNCE, with his Dog._

_Launce._ When a man's servant shall play the cur with
him, look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up of a
puppy; one that I saved from drowning, when three or
four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it! I have
taught him, even as one would say precisely, 'thus I 5
would teach a dog.' I was sent to deliver him as a present
to Mistress Silvia from my master; and I came no sooner
into the dining-chamber, but he steps me to her trencher,
and steals her capon's leg: O, 'tis a foul thing when a cur
cannot keep himself in all companies! I would have, as 10
one should say, one that takes upon him to be a dog indeed,
to be, as it were, a dog at all things. If I had not
had more wit than he, to take a fault upon me that he
did, I think verily he had been hanged for't: sure as I
live, he had suffered for't: you shall judge. He thrusts 15
me himself into the company of three or four gentleman-like
dogs, under the duke's table: he had not been there--bless
the mark!--a pissing while, but all the chamber
smelt him. 'Out with the dog!' says one: 'What cur is
that?' says another: 'Whip him out,' says the third: 'Hang 20
him up,' says the duke. I, having been acquainted with
the smell before, knew it was Crab, and goes me to the
fellow that whips the dogs: 'Friend,' quoth I, 'you mean
to whip the dog?' 'Ay, marry, do I,' quoth he. 'You
do him the more wrong,' quoth I; ''twas I did the thing 25
you wot of.' He makes me no more ado, but whips