10 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,
Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love,
15 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].
Thu. How now, Sir Proteus, are you crept before us?