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With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth,
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights:
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove.
Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love. Val. Love is your master, for he masters you: And be that is 80 yoked by a fool, Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.
Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep.
Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not thy sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me; therefore, I ani no sheep.
Pro. But dost thou hear? gav'st thou my letter to Julia?
Speed. Ay, Sir: 1, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.
Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store of muttons.
Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her.
Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best pound you.
Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepberd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep.
Speed. Such another proof will make me cry
Speed. Nay, Sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter.
Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold.
Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains.
Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter.
Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear with you.
Pro. Why, Sir, how do you bear with me? Speed. Marry, Sir, the letter very orderly; having nothing but the word, noddy for my pains.
Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.
Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief; What said she?
Speed. Open your purse, that the money and the matter may be both at once deliver❜d.
Pro. Well, Sir, here is for your pains: What said she?
Speed. Truly, Sir, I think you'll hardly win
Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much from her ?
Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: And being so hard to ine that brought your mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel.
Pro. What, said she nothing?
Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, Sir, I'll commend you to my master.
Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck :
Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by SCENE II.-The same.
Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, Being destined to a drier death on shore:I must go send some better messenger; fear, my Julia would not deign my lines, Receiving them from such a worthless post.
Garden of JULIA'S
Enter JULIA and LUCETTA.
Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love? Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully.
A term for a girl of pleasure: Mutton-lane, in Clerkenwell, is so called from being frequented by such persons. A game at eards.
Given ine a sixpence.
Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, That every day with parle encounter me, In thy opinion, which is worthiest love? Luc. Please you, repeat their names, show my mind
According to my shallow simple skill. Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour ?
When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile! My penance is, to call Lucetta back, And ask remission for my folly past:I'll What ho! Lucetta!
Luc. Pardon, dear madam; tis a passing shame,
That I, unworthy body as I am,
Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.
Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest?
Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so. Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love on him?
Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away.
Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd
Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye.
Jul. His little speaking shows his love but
Luc. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all.
Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love.
Luc. Oh! they love least, that let men know their love.
Jul. I would I knew his mind.
He would have given it you, but I, being in the
Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! ‡
Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.
Jul. Will you be gone?
Luc. That you may ruminate. Jul. And yet I would I had o'erlook'd the letter.
It were a shame to call her back again,
Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love,
↑ Pass sentence.
A matchmaker. I
Luc. What would your ladyship?
That you might kill your stomach on your
And not upon your maid. Jul. What is't you took up
Jul. Why did'st thou stoop then?
Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concons.
Jul. Some love of your's bath writ to you in rhyme.
Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a
Give me a note: your ladyship can set.
Jul. As little by such toys as may be pos sible:
Best sing it to the tune of Light o' tore.
Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it.
Jul. And why not you?
Luc. I cannot reach so high.
Jul. Let's see your soug;-How now, mi
Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out;
And yet methinks, I do not like this tune.
Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,
Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
He couples it to his complaining names:
Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights
[Exeunt. SCENE III-The same.-A Room in ANTONIO'S House.
Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO.
Ant. Why, what of him?
Pan. He wonder'd, that your lordship
He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet;
Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;
Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your fa. Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn:*
Luc. What, shall these papers lie like
Ant. How now ? what letter are you reading
Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two
Lue. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down:
Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.
Of commendation sent from Valentine,
In having known no travel in his youth.
Pan. I think your lordship is not ignorant, How his companion, youthful Valentine, Attends the emperor in his royal court.
Ant. I know it well.
Pan. Twere good, I think, your lordship
There shall be practise tilts and tournaments,
Aat. I like thy counsel; well hast thou ad-
Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that be writes
[Exeunt ANT. and PAN. Pro. Thus have I shunu'd the fire, for fear of burning;
And drench'd me in the sea, where I am
I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter,
The uncertain glory of an April day;
SCENE 1-Milan. An Apartment in the
Enter VALENTINE and SPELD.
Speed. Sir, your glove.
Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you;
And yet a thousand times it answers, no.
Break the matterto him.
Val. Go to, Sir; tell me, do you know ma dam silvia ?
Speed. She that your worship loves?
Val. Why how know you that I am in love? Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a male-content: to relish a lovesong, like a robin-red-breast; to walk alone like one that had the pestilence; to sigh, like. a school boy that had lost his A, B, C; to weep, like a young wench that nad buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes diet; watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling like a beggar at Hallowmas. + You were wont, when you laugh'd, to crow like a cock; when you walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look ou you, I can hardly think you my master.
Val. Are all these things perceiv'd in me?
Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain, for, without you were so simple, none else would: but you are so without these follies, that these. follies are within you, and shine through you, like the water in an urinal; that not an eye, that sees you, but is a physician to comment on your malady.
Val. But, tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia ?
Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper?
Val. Hast thou observ'd that? even she I
Val. How painted? and how out of count? Speed. Marry, Sir, so painted, to make her fair that no man counts of her beauty.
Val. How esteem'st thou me? I account of her beauty.
Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed.
Val. How long hath she been deformed?
Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful.
Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.
O that you
Speed. Because love is blind. had mine eyes; or your own hand the lights they were wont to have, when you chid at Sir Protens for going ungartered!
Under a regimen.
Val. What should I see theu ↑
Speed. Your own present folly, and her pass. ing deformity: for he, being in love, could not see to garter bis hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose.
Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.
Speed. True, Sir; I was in love with my bed: I thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.
Val. In conclusion I stand affected to her. Speed. I would you were set: so, your affec tion would cease.
Speed. Why, Sir, I know her not.
Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on And yet take this again;-and yet I thank you; her, and yet know'st her not. Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more. Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet. [Aside Val.What means your ladyship? do you not like it ?
Speed. Is she not hard favoured Sir?.
Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well favoured.
Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ
Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but ber favour infinite.
Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the other out of all count,
Val. Last night she enjoined me to write
Speed. Are they not lamely writ
Val. No, boy, but as well I can do them:Peace, here she comes.
Speed. O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet! now will he interpret to her.
Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand goodmorrows.
Speed. O'give you good even! Here's a million of manners. [Aside. Sit. Sir Valentine and servant, to you to thousand.
Speed. He should give her interest; and she gives it him.
Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your
Unto the secret nameless friend of your's;
Val. Now trust me, madam, it came bardly
Sil. Perchance you think, too much of so
Val. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write,
Sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel;
Val. Madam, they are for you.
Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, Sir, at my re
But I will none of them, they are for you:
Sil. And when it's writ, for my sake read
And, if it please you, so; if not, why, so.
a steeple ! My master sues to her; and she bath taught bef
† A puppet-show.
1 Like a scholar,
SCENE III.-The same.-A Street.
Enter LAUNCE, leading a dog.
Laun. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault: I have received my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial's court. think, Crab my dog to be the sourest-natured
Speed. Nay, I was rhyming: 'tis you that have the reason.
Val. To do what?
Speed. To be a spokesman from madam dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father
Val. To whom?
Val. What figure ?
Speed. To yourself; why, she wooes you by a in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-
O excellent device was there ever heard ab
That my master, being scribe, to himself should
Vel. How now, Sir? what are you reasoning
Speed. By a letter, I should say. Val. Why, she hath not writ to me? Speed. What need she, when she hath made you write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest?
Val. No, believe me. Speed. No believing you indeed, Sir; But did you perceive her earnest ? Val. She gave me none, except an angry word.
Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter.
Val. I would, it were no worse.
Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well:
Or else for want of idle time, could not again
unto her lover.
All this I speak in print; for in print I found it.
Why muse yon, Sir? 'tis dinner time.
Speed. Ay, but hearken, Sir: though the ca-ter is
SCENE II.-Verona.-A Room in JULIA'S
Enter PROTEUS and JULIA.
Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.
Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake.
Pan. Sir Proteus, you are staid for.
Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard; thy masshipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's the matter? why eepest thou, man? Away, ass; you will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer.
Laun. It is no matter if the tied were lost; for it is the unkindest tied that ever any man tied. Pan. What's the unkindest tide ?
Laun. Why, he that's tied here; Crab, my dog.
Pan. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood; and, in losing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, in losing thy voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing thy master, lose thy service; and in mouth? losing thy service,-Why dost thou stop my
• There's the conclusion.
Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue.
Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with master, and the service? The tide !-Why, man, my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.
Pan. Come, come away, man; I was sent to call thee.
Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.
[Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Milan.-An Apartment in the DUKE'S Palace.
Enter VALENTINE, SILVIA, THURIO, and
Speed. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.
+ Crazy, distracted.