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Speed. And that letter hath she deliver'd, and shoe is my father ; - no, no, this left shoe is my there an end.
mother; nay, that cannot be so neither : - yes, it Val. I would, it were no worse.
is so, it is so; it hath the worser sole; This shoe, Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well :
with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my
father ; A vengence on't! there 'tis : now, sir, this For often you have writ to her; and she, in modesty,
staff is my sister ; for, look you, she is as white as Or else for uant of idle time, could not again reply; Or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind | maid'; I am the dog :
a lily, and as small as a wand : this hat is Nan, our
: - no the dog is limself, and discover,
I am the dog, - 0, the dog is me, and I am myHerself hath taught her love himself to write unto her self; ay, so, so. Now come I to my father; Falover.
ther, your blessing; now should not the shoe speak All this I speak in print, for in print I found it. a word for weeping; now should I kiss my father ; Why muse you, sir ? 'tis dinner time.
well, he weeps on :- now come I to my mother, Val. I have dined.
(O, that she could speak now !) like a wood woman; Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir ; though the came- well, I kiss her ;— why, there 'tis ; here's my leon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am mother's breath up and down ; now come I to my nourished by my victuals, and would fain have sister ; mark the moan she makes : now the dog all meat; 0, be not like your mistress ; be moved, be this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word ; but moved.
(Exeunt. see how I lay the dust with my tears. SCENE II. - Verona. A Room in Julia's
Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard ; thy master
is shipped, and thou art to post after with oars.
What's the matter? why weep'st thou, man? Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.
Away, ass; you will lose the tide, if you tarry any Jul. I must, where is no remedy.
longer. Pro. When possibly I can, I will return.
Laun. It is no matter if the ty'd were lost; for it Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner: is the unkindest ty'd that ever man ty'd. Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake.
Pan. What's the unkindest tide ?
[Giving a ring. Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here; Crab, my dog. Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; here, take Pan. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood :
and, in losing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, in Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.
losing thy voyage, lose thy master, and, in losing Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy; thy master, lose thy service; and, in losing thy serAnd when that hour o'er-slips me in the day, vice,- Why dost thou stop my mouth? Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,
Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue. The next ensuing hour some foul mischance
Pan. Where should I lose my tongue ? Torment me for my love's forgetfulness !
Laun. In thy tale. My father stays my coming ; answer not ;
Pan. In thy tail ? The tide is now : nay, not thy tide of tears;
Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the That tide will stay me longer than I should :
master, and the service ? The tide!
Why, man, (Exit Julia. if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my Julia, farewell. — What! gone without a word ? tears ; if the wind were down, I could drive the Ay, so true love should do : it cannot speak; boat with my sighs. For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace Pan. Come, coine away, man; I was sent to it.
call thee. Enter PANTHiNO.
Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.
Pan. Wilt thou go? Pan. Sir Proteus, you are staid for.
Laun. Well, I will go.
(Exeunt. Pro. Go; I come, I come : Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb.
SCENE IV. - Milan. An Apartment in the [Errunt.
Enter VALENTINE, SILVIA, THƯrio, and SPEID.
Sil. Servant Laun. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done Val. Mistress? weeping; all the kind of she Launces have this Speed. Master, sir Thurio frowns on you. very fault: I have received my proportion, like the Val. Ay, boy, it's for love. prodigious son, and am going with sir Proteus to Speed. Not of you. the Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the Val. Of my mistress then. sourest-natured dog that lives: my mother weeping, Speed. "Twere good, you knocked him. my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howl. Sil. Servant, you are sad. ing, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house Val. Indeed, madam, I scem so. in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-bearted Thu. Seem you that you are not ? cur shed one tear; he is a stone, a very pebble-stone, Val. Haply I do. and has no more pity in him than a dog. a Jew Thu. So do counterfeits. would have wept to have seen our parting ; why,
Val. So do you. iny grandam having no eyes, look you, wept her- Thu, What seem I, that I am not ? self blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you the Val. Wise. manner of it: This shoe is my father ;- no, this lef Thu. What instance of the contrary?
Ps. Yoat folly.
Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth; That. And how quote you my folly?
Silvia, I speak to you: and you, sir Thurio : FEL I quote it in your jerkin.
For Valentine, I need not 'eite him to it : Tix. My jerkin is a doublet.
I'll send him hither to you presently. [Erit DUKE. Pal. Well, then, I'll double your folly.
Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship, T... How ?
Had come along with me, but that his mistress są. What, angry, sir Thurio? do you change Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks. colour?
Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them Val Give him leave, madam ; he is a kind of Upon some other pawn for fealty. Caeleon.
Val. Nay, sure, I think she holds them prisoners Tim. That hath more mind to feed on your blood,
still. taan live in your air.
Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being Fe. You have said, sir.
blind, Tan. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time. How could he see his way to seek out you?
Fal. I know it well, sir; you always end ere Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. you begin.
Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all. 82. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself ; quickly shot off.
Upon a homely object love can wink.
Enfer PROTEUS. 12. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire : SU. Have done, have done ; here comes the genThurio borrows his wit from your ladyship’s
tleman. looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly in your Val. Welcome, dear Proteus ! - Mistress, I becompany.
seech you, Tiy. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I | Confirm his welcome with some special favour. shall make your wit bankrupt.
Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, Tel. I know it well, sir: you have an exchequer If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from. wards, and, I think, no other treasure to give Val. Mistress, it is : sweet lady, entertain him your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship. that they live by your bare words.
Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant. S. No more, gentlemen, no more; here comes Pro. Not so, sweet lady ; but too mean a servant my father.
To have a look of such a worthy mistress.'
Val. Leave off discourse of disability: -
Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant. Duke. Now, daughter Silviä, you are hard beset. Pre. My duty will I boast of, nothing else. Ser Valentine, your father's in good health :
Si. And duty never yet did want his meed; Tla: say you to a letter from your friends
Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress. Of much good news?
Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself. My lord, I will be thankful Si. That you are welcome? To any happy messenger from thence.
No; that you are worthless. Duke. Koow you Don Antonio, your countryman?
Enter Servant. Ve. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentlemati Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak To be of worth, and worthy estimation,
with you. And not without desert so well reputed.
Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure. [Exit Servant Duke. Hath he not a son ?
Come, sir Thurio, Fal. Ay, my good lord; a son, that well deserves Go with me:- Once more, new servant, welcome: The honour and regard of such a father.
I'll leave you to confer of home affairs ; Dute. You know him well?
When you have done, we look to hear front you. Fel. I knew him, as myself; for from our infancy Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship. We have conyens 'd, and spent our hours together :
[Ereunt Silvia, Thurio, and SPEED. And though myself have been an idle truant,
Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you Omitting the sweet benefit of time,
came? To clathe mine age with angel-like perfection; Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much Yet hath sir Proteus, for that's his name,
commended. Małe use and fair advantage of his days;
Val. And how do yours? His fears but young, but his experience old;
I left them all in health. His had unmellow'd, but his judgement ripe ; Val. How does your lady? and how thrives your And, in a word, (for far behind his worth
love? Cone all the praises that I now bestow,)
Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you; He is complete in feature, and in mind,
I know, you joy not in a love-discourse. With all good grace to grace a gentleman.
Val. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now : Dute. Beshrew me, sir, but, if he make this good, I have done penance for contemning love ; He is as worthy for an express' love,
Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me As mezt to be an emperor's counsellor.
With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, Well, sir; this gentleman is come to me,
With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs ; With commendation from great potentates ; For, in revenge of my contempt of love, And here he means to spend his time a-while: Love hath chac'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.
And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow. Pal. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he. O, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord;
And hath so humbled me, as, I confess,
Bears no impression of the thing it was. There is no woe to his correction,
Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold; Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth !
And that I love him not, as I was wont : Now, no discourse, except it be of love;
O! but I love his lady too, too much; Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep, And that's the reason I love him so little. Upon the very naked name of love.
How shall I dote on her with more advice,
'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,
There is no reason but I shall be blind.
I will not Aatter her. If I can check my erring love, I will ; Val. O, flatter me; for lave delights in praises. If not, to compass her I'll use my skill. (Erit
. Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills; And I must minister the like to you.
SCENE V. - The same.
Enter SPEED and LAUNCE.
Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Pro. Except my mistress.
Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for I Except thou wilt except against my love.
am not welcome. I reckon this always — that a Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? man is never undone, till he be hanged; nor never
Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too: welcome to a place, till some certain shot be paid, She shall be dignified with this high honour, and the hostess say, welcome. To bear my lady's train; lest the base earth
Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the aleShould from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, house with you presently ; where, for one shot of And, of so great a favour growing proud,
five-pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower, But, sirrah, how did thy master part with madam And make rough winter everlastingly.
Val. Pardon me, Proteus : all I can, is nothing parted very fairly in jest.
Speed. How then ? shall he marry her ? Val. Not for the world: why, man, she is mine Laun. No, neither. own;
Speed. What, are they broken? And I as rich in having such a jewel,
Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish. As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
them? Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,
Laun. Marry, thus; when it stands well with Because thou seest me dote upon my love.
him, it stands well with her. My foolish rival, that her father likes,
Speed. What an ass art thou? I understand thee Only for his possessions are so huge, Is gone with her along; and I must after,
Laun. What a block art thou, that thou can'st For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.
not? My staff understands me. Pro. But she loves you?
Speed. What thou say'st ? Val.
Ay, we are betroth'd : Laun. Ay, and what I do, too: look thee, I'll Nay, more, our marriage hour,
but lean, and my staff understands me. With all the cunning manner of our flight,
Speed. It stands under thee, indeed. Determin'd of : how I must climb her window; Laun. Why, stand under and understand is all one, The ladder made of cords; and all the means
Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match ? Plotted; and 'greed on, for my happiness.
Laun. Ask my dog: if he say, ay, it will; if he Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber, say, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say nothing, In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel.
it will. Pro. Go on before; I shall enquire you forth : Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will. I must unto the road, to disembark
Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from Some necessaries that I needs must use ;
me, but by a parable. And then I'll presently attend you.
Spreed. 'Tis well that I get it so.
But, Launce, Val. Will you make haste?
how say'st thou, that my master is become a notable Pro. I will.
[Exit VAL. lover ? Even as one heat another heat expels,
Laun. I never knew him otherwise. Or as one nail by strength drives out another,
Speed. Than how? So the remembrance of my former love
Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
to be. Is it mine eye, or Valentinus' praise,
Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest me. Her true perfection, or my false transgression, Laun. Why fool, I meant not thee, I meant thy That makes me reasonless, to reason thus?
master. She's fair; and so is Julia, that I love ;
Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover. That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd;
Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,
burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to
te ale-house, so; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Much less shall she, that hath love's wings, to fly; ką, and not worth the name of a Christian. And when the flight is made to one so dear, Seed. Why?
Of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus. Leat. Because thou hast not so much charity in Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. tbee, as to go to the ale with a Christian : Wilt Jul. O, know'st thou not, his looks are my soul's thou go?
food ? Suet. At thy service.
(Exeunt. Pity the dearth that I have pined in,
By longing for that food so long a time. SCENE VI. - The same. An Apartment in the Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Palace.
Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow,
As seek to quench the fire of love with words. Enter PROTEUS.
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire; Pra To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; But qualify the fire's extreme rage, To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn;
Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn ; Jul. The more thou dam'st it up, the more it And even that power, which gave me first my oath,
burns; Prorokes me to this threefold perjury.
The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Lore bade me swear, and love bids me forswear: Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; Osvet-sugzasting love, if thou hast sinn'd, But, when his fair course is not hindered, Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it. He makes sweet musick with the enamei'd stones, At first I did adore a twinkling star,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge Bat now I worship a celestial sun.
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage; Undeadful yoxs may heedfully be broken ;
And so by many winding nooks he strays, And he wants wit, that wants resolved will
With willing sport, to the wild ocean.
And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil,
Luc. But in what habit will you go along ? If I keep them, I needs must lose myself;
Jul. Not like a woman ; for I would prevent If I lose then, thus find I by their loss,
The loose encounters of lascivious men: For Valentine, myself: for Julia, Silvia.
Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds In myself am dearer than a friend :
As may beseem some well-reputed page. Por lose is still more precious in itself :
Luc. Why then your ladyship must cut your hair. Ard Sivim, witness heaven, that made her fair! Jul. No, girl ; I'll knit it up in silken strings, Shers Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.
With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots : I will forget that Julia is alive,
To be fantastic, may become a youth Renerb'ring that my love to her is dead; Or greater time than I shall show to be. And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,
Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend.
breeches ? I cannot now prove constant to myself,
Jul. That fits as well, as— "tell me, good my lord, Without some treachery used to Valentine : “What compass will you wear your farthingale ? This night, he meaneth with a corded ladder, Why, even that fashion thou best lik’st, Lucetta. To dimb celestial Silvia's chamber-window;
Luc. You must needs have them with a cod-piece, Myzelf in counsel, his competitor :
madam. Now presently I'll give her father notice
Jul. Out, out, Lucetta! that will be ill-favour'd. Of their disguising, and pretended flight;
Luc. A round hose, madam, now's not worth a pin, Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine;
Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on. For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter : Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross, What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly: » Bs some się trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. Bui tell me, wench, how will the world repute me, Lorz, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, For undertaking so unstaid a journey? As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! (Exit. I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd.
Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go nota SCENE VII. – Verona. A Room in Julia's Jul. Nay, that I will not. House.
Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go.
If Proteus like your journey, when you come, Enter Julia and LECETTA.
No matter who's displeas'd, when you are gone : Jul. Counsel, Lucetta! gentle girl, assist me! I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal. And, eren in kind love, I do conjure thee,
Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear: Who are the table wherein all my thoughts
A thousand oaths, an occan of his tears,
And instances as infinite of love,
Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men. A journey to my loving Proteus.
Jul. Base inen, that use them to so base effect ! Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth : Jal. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ; Te mesure kingdoms with his feeble steps ; His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate ;
His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; And presently go with me to my chamber,
All that is mine I leave at thy dispose, Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, de him not that My goods, my lands, my reputation ; wrong,
Only, in lieu thereof, dispatch me hence : To bear a hard opinion of his truth :
Come, answer not, but to it presently; Only deserve my love, by loving him ;
I am impatient of my tarriance. (Exeunt.
SCENE I. Milan. - An Ante-room in the Duke's
Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast ?
Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger
And I am going to deliver them.
(Exit Thurio. Duke. Be they of much import? Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? Val. The tenor of them doth but signify
Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would discover, My health, and happy being at your court. The law of friendship bids me to conceal :
Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with me a while; But, when I call to mind your gracious favours I am to break with thee of some affairs, Done to me, undeserving as I am,
That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret. My duty pricks me on to utter that
'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought Which else no worldly good should draw from me. To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter. Know, worthy prince, sir Valentine, my friend, Val. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the match This night intends to steal away your daughter ; Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleman Myself am one made privy to the plot.
Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities I know, you have determin'd to bestow her
Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter : On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates ; Cannot your grace win her to fancy him ? And should she thus be stolen away from you, Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, froward, It would be much vexation to your age.
Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty; Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose
Neither regarding that she is my child, To cross my friend in his intended drift,
Nor fearing me as if I were her father :
And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,
And, where I thought the remnant of mine age
And turn her out to who will take her in : Haply, when they have judged me fast asleep; Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower ; And oftentimes have purpos’d to forbid
For me and my possessions she esteems not. Sir Valentine her company, and my court :
Val. What would your grace have me to do in this? But, fearing lest my jealous aim might err,
Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here, And so, unworthily, disgrace the man,
Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy, (A rashness that I ever yet have shunnid,)
And nought esteems my aged eloquence : I gave him gentle looks; thereby to find
Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor, That which thyself hast now disclos’d to me. (For long agone I have forgot to court : And, that thou may’st perceive my fear of this, Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd ;) Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested, How, and which way, I may bestow myself, I nightly lodge her in an upper tower,
To be regarded in her sun-bright eye. The key whereof myself have ever kept ;
Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words, And thence she cannot be convey'd away.
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a mean More than quick words, do move a woman's mind. How he her chamber-window will ascend,
Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent her. And with a corded ladder fetch her down;
Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best conFor which the youthful lover now is gone,
tents her: And this way comes he with it presently ;
Send her another; never give her o'er; Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. For scorn at first makes after-love the more. But, good my lord, do it so cunningly,
If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you, That my discovery be not aimed at;
But rather to beget more love in you : For love of you, not hate unto my friend,
If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone ; Hath made me publisher of this pretence.
For why, the fools are mad, if left alone. Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know Take no repulse, whatever she doth say: That I had any light from thee of this.
For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away: Pro. Adieu, my lord ; sir Valentine is coming. Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ;
(Erit. | Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces