The Two Gentlemen of Verona: Act 4, Scene 3

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    Silvia meets Sir Eglamour, an older knight she trusts, and asks him to escort her out of Milan so she can reach Valentine in the forest. She explains she is being forced toward a man she doesn't want (Thurio) and separated from the man she does (Valentine). Eglamour, whose own beloved died, agrees out of respect for her constancy. They plan to leave the following evening from Friar Patrick's cell. Silvia is taking a real risk — travelling through a forest with outlaws — and she does it without hesitation.

    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