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Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes,

not welcome. I reckon this always--that a man is And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow. never undone, till he be hanged ; nor never welcome O gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord ;

to a place, till some certain shot be paid, and the And bath so humbled me, as I confess,

hostess say, welcome. There is no woe to his correction,

Speed. Conie on, you mad-cap, I'll to the alehouse Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth!

with you presently, where for one shot of live pence Now, no discourse, except it be of love ;

thou shalt have live thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep,

how did thy master part with madam Julia ? Upon the very naked name of love.

Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they
Pro. Enough ; I read your fortune in your eye : parted very fairly in jest.
Was this the idol that you worship so ?

Speed. But shall she marry him!
Val. Even she ; and is she not a heavenly saint? Laun. No.
Pro. No ; but she is an earthly paragon.

Speed, How then ! Sball he marry her ?
Val. Call her divine.

Laun. No, neither.
Pro.
I will not flatter her.

Speed. What are they broken?
Val. O, flatter me ; for love delights in praises. Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish,

Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills; Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with them! And I must minister the like to you.

Laun. Marry, thus; when it stands well with him, Val. Then speak the truth by her ; if not divine, it stands well with her. Yet let her be a principality,

Speed. What an ass art thou ! I understand thee not. Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth.

Laun. What a block art thon, that thou canst not! Pro. Except my mistress.

My staff understands me. Val.

Sweet, except not any; Speed. What thou say'st ? Except thou wilt except against my love.

Laun. Ay, and what i do too : look thee, I'll but Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? lean, and my staff understands me.

Val. And I will belp thee to prefer her too : Speed. It stands under thee, iudeed. She shall be dignified with this high honour,-- Laun. Why, stand under and understand is all one. To bear my lady's train : lest the base earth

Speed. But tell me true, will’t be a mateh ? Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss,

Laun. Ask my dog: if he say, ay, it will; if he And, of so great a favour growing proud,

say, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say nothing, Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower,

it will And make rough winter everlasting

Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will. Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this? Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from me,

Val. Pardon me, Proteus : all I can, is nothing bat by a parable. To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing; Speed. 'Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, how She is alone.

say'st thou, that my master is become a notable lover! Pro. Then let her alone.

[own; Laun. I never knew him otherwise. Val. Not for the world : why, man, she is mine Speed. Than how? And I as rich in having such a jewel,

Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him to be. As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,

Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest me. The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

Laun. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,

master. Because thou seest me dote upon my love,

Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover. My foolish rival, that her father likes,

Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he barn Only for his possessions are so huge,

himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to the aleIs gone with her along ; and I must after,

house, so; if not, tbon art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not For love, thoa know'st, is full of jealousy.

worth the name of a Christian. Pro. But she loves you !

Speed. Why? Val.

Ay, and we are betroth'd ; Laun. Because thou hast not so much charity in Nay, more, our marriage hour,

thee, as to go to the ale with a Christian : Wiit thou With all the cunning manner of our flight,

go! Determin'd of: how I must climb her window; Speed. At thy service.

[Exeunt. The ladder made of cords; and all the means Plotted ; and 'greed on, for my happiness.

SCENE VI. The same. An Apartment in the Palace. Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber, In these affairs, to aid me with thy counsel.

Enter Proteus. Pro. Go on before ; I shall inquire you forth : Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; I must unto the road, to disembark

To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn; Some necessaries that I needs must use;

To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; And then I'll presently attend you.

And even that power, which gave me first my oath, 1 al. Will you make haste ?

Provokes me to this threefold perjury. Pro. I will.

[Exit Val. Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear: Even as one heat another beat expels,

O sweet suggesting love, if thou hast sinn'd, Or as one nail by strength drives out another, Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it. So the remembrance of my former love

At first I did adore a twinkling star, Is by a newer object quite forgotten.

But now I worship a celestial sun. Is it mine eye, or Valentinus praise,

Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken. Her true perfection, or my false transgression, And he wants wit, that wants resolved will That makes me, reasonless, to reason thus 1

To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better.She's fair ; and so is Julia, that I love ;

Fie, fie, unreverend tongue! to call her bad, That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd;

Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,

With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. Bears no impression of the thing, it was.

I cannot leave to love, and yet I do; Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold ;

But there I leave to love, where I should love. And that I love him not, as I was wont :

Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose ; 0! but I love his lady too, too much ;

If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; And that's the reason I love bim so little.

If I lose them, thus tind I by their loss, How shall I dote on her with more advice,

For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia. That thus without advice begin to love her!

I to myself am dearer than a friend ; "Tis hut lier picture I bave yet beheld,

For love is still more precious in itself: And that hath dazzled my reason's light;

And Silvia, witness heaven, that made her fair! But when I look on ber perfections,

Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope. There is no reason but I shall be blind.

I will forget tbat Julia is alive, If I can check iny erring love, I will:

Rememb'ring that my love to her is dead;
If not, to coin pass ber 11 use my skill. [Exit.

And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,
SCENE V. The same.

Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend.
A Street.

I cannot now prove constant to myself,
Enter Speed and Launce.

Without some treachery used to Valentine :-
Speed. Launce ! by mine hopesty, welcome to This night, he meaneth with a corded ladder
Milan.

To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window; Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth ; for I am Myself in counsel, his competitor:

Now presently I'll give her father notice

Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you come to of their disguising, and pretended flight;

him! Who, all enraged, will banish Valentine;

Jul. Now as thou lov'st me, do him not that wrong, For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter: To bear a hard opinion of his truth: But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross, Only deserve my love, by loving him ; By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. And presently go with me to my chamber, Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, To take a note of what I stand in need of, As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! (Exit. To furnish me upon my longing journey.

All that is mine I leave at thy dispose,
SCENE VII. Verona. A Room in Julia's House. My goods, my lands, my reputation ;

Only in lieu thereof, dispatch me hence :
Enter Julia and Lucetta.

Come, answer, not, but to it presentiy;
Jul. Counsel, Lucetta; gentle girl, assist me! am impatient of my tarriance.

[Exeunt.
And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee,
Who art the table wherein all my thoughts
Are visibly character'd and engrav'd, -

ACT NI.
To lesson me: and tell me some good mean,
How, with my honour, I may undertake

SCENE I.
A journey to my loving Proteus.

Milan. An Anti-Room in the Duke's Palace, Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary

Enter Duke, Thurio, and Proteus. To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps;

Dute. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray awhile; Much less shall she, that hath love's wings to fly;

We have some secrets to confer about. And when the flight is made to one so dear,

[Exit Thurio. of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus.

Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me! Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would discover, Jul. O, know'st thou not, bis looks are my soul's The law of friendship bids me to conceal : Pity the dearth that I have pined in, [food? But, when I call to mind your gracious favours By longing for that food so long a time.

Done to me, undeserving as I am, Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,

My duty pricks me on to utter that Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow, Which else no worldly good should draw from me. As seek to quench the fire of love with words. Koow, worthy prince, sir Valentine, my friend,

Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire; This night intends to steal away your daughter;
But qualify the fire's extreme rage,

Myself am one made privy to the plot.
Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. I know, you have determin'd to bestow her

Jul. The more thau dam'st it up, the more it burns; On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates ;
The current that with gentle mur glides,

And should she thus be stolen away from you, Thou know'st, being stopp 'd, impatiently doth rage;

It would be much vexation to your age. But, when his fair course is not hindered,

Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, To cross my friend in his intended drift, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge

Than, by concealing it, heap on your head He overtaketh in his pilgrimage

A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, And so by many winding nooks he strays,

Being unprevented, to your timeless grave. With willing sport, to the wild ocean.

Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thibe honest care ; Then let me go, and hinder not my course :

Which to requite, command me while I live. I'll be as patient as a gentle stream,

This love of theirs myself have often seen, And make a pastime of each weary step,

Haply when they have judg'd me fast asleep ;Till the last step have brought me to my love; And often times have purpos'd to forbid And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil,

Sir Valentine her company, and my court.
A blessed soul doth in Elysiuin.

Bat, fearing lest my jealous ai.n might err,
Luc. But in what habit will you go along! And so, unworthily disgrace the man,
Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent

(A rashness that I ever yet have shuan'd,) The loose enconnters of lascivious men:

I gave him gentle looks; thereby to find Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds

That which thyself bast now disclos'd to me. As may beseem some well-reputed page.

And, that thou may'st perceive my fear of this, Luc. Why then your ladysbip must cat your hair. Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested,

Jul. No, girl; l'll knit it np in silken strings, I nightly lodge her in an upper tower, With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots : The key whereof myself have ever kept: To be fantastic may become a youth

And thence she cannot be convey'd away: of greater time than I shall show to be. [breeches! Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a mean

Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your How he her chamber-window will ascend,

Jul. That fits as well, as tell me, good my lord, And with a corded ladder fetch her dowo;
What compass will you wear your farthingale?' For which the youthful lover now is gone,
Why, even that fashion thou best lik'st, Lucetta. And this way comes be with it presently
Luc. You must needs have them with a cod-piece, Where, if it please you, you may intercept him.
madam.

But, good my lord, do it so canningly,
Jul. Out, ont, Lucetta ! that will be ill-favour'a. That my discovery bo wot aimed at;

Luc. A round hose, madam, now's not worth a pin, Por love of you, not hate unto my friend, Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on. Hath made ine publisher of this pretence.

Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, lei me have Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know
What thou think'st meet, and is most inannerly: That I had any light from thee of this.
Bat tell me, wench, how will the world repute me, Pro, Adieu, my lord ; sir Valentine is coming.
For undertaking so unstaid a journey!
I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd.

Enter Valentine.
Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go not. Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast?
Jul, Nay, that I will not.

Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger
Luc. Then bever dream on infamy, bat go. That stays to bear my letters to iny friends,
If Proteus like your journey when you come,

And I am going to deliver them. No matter who's displeasd when you are gone: Dule. Be they of much import? I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal.

Val. The tenor of the in doth but signify Jul. That is the least, Licetta, of my fear: My health, and happy being at your court. A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears,

Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with me awhile; And instances as infinite of love,

I am to break with thee of some affairs, Warrant me welcome to my Proteus.

That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret. Luc. All these are servants to deceitfal men. "Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought

Jul. Base men, that use them to so base etlect ! To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter, But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth;

Val. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the match His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles;

Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleman His love sincere, his thoughts inimaculate;

Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter: His heart as far from fraad, as heaven from earth. Cannot your grace win her to fancy him!

[Exit.

woman.

Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, froward, Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee! Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty;

Go, base intruder! over-weening slave! Neither regarding that she is my child,

Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates; Nor fearing me as if I were her father

And think my patience, more than thy desert, And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,

Is privilege for thy departure hence : Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her ;

Thank me for this, more than for all the favours, And, where I thought the remnant of mine age Which all too much I have bestow'd on thee. Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty, But if thou linger in my territories, I now am full resolved to take a wife,

Longer than swiftest expedition And turn her out to who will take her in:

Will give thee time to leave our royal court, Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower;

By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love For me and my possessions she esteems not.

I ever bore my daughter, or thyself.
Val. What would your grace have me to do in this? Be gone, I will not hear thy vain excuse,
Duke. There is a lady, sir, Milan here,

But, as thou lov'st thy lie, make speed from hence. Whom I affect; but she is nice and coy,

[Exit, And nought esteems my aged eloquence:

Val. And why not death, rather than living torment! Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor To die, is to be banish'd t'rom myself; (For long agone I have forgot to court:

And Silvia is myself: banish'd t'rom her, Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd ;)

Is self irom sell'; a deadly banishment ! How, and which way, I may bestow myself,

What light is light, if Silvia be not seen! To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.

What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by ? Val, Win ber with gifts, if she respect not words; Unless it be to think that she is hy, Dumb jewels, often, in their silent kind,

And feed upon the shadow of perfection. More than quick words, do move a woman's mind. Except I be by Silvia in the night,

Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent her. There is no music in the nightingale;

Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best contents Unless I look on Silvia in the day, Send her another; never give her o'er; [her. There is no day for me to look upon : For scorn at first makes after-love the more.

She is my essence; and I leave to be, If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,

If I be not by her fair intoence But rather to beget more love in you:

Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish's, kept alive. If she do cbide, 'tis not to have you gone;

I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom : For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.

Tarry I here, I but attend on death; Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;

But, fly I hence, I fly away from life.
For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away:

Enter Proteus and Launce.
Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces;
Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces. Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,

Laun. So-ho! so-ho!
If with his tongue he cannot win

Pro. What seest thou? Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her friends Laun. Him we go to find : there's not a hair on's Unto a youthful gentleman of worth ;

head, but 'tis a Valentine. And kept severely from resort of men,

Pro. Valentine?
That no man hath access by day to her.

Val. No.
Val. Why then I would resort to her by night. Pro. Who then ? his spirit?
Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock'd, and keys kept safe,

Val. Neither.
That no man bath recourse to her by night.

Pro. What then? Val. What lets, but one may enter at her window?

Val. Nothing Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; Laun. Can nothing speak ? master, shall I strike! And built so shelving that one cannot climb it

Pro. Whom wouldst thou strike!
Without apparent hazard of his life.

Laun. Nothing
Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of cords, Pro. Villain, forbear.
To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks,

Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray yon, Would serve to scale another Hero's tower,

Pro. Sirrab, I say, forbear friend Valentine, a word. So bold Leander would adventure it.

Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good news, Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, So much of bad already hath possess'd them. Advise me where I may have such a ladder.

Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, Val. When would yon use it? pray, sir, tell me that. For they are harsh, untunable, and bad.' Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, Val. Is Silvia dead? That longs for every thing that he can come by.

Pro. No, Valentine. Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia! Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone;

Hath she forsworn me? How shall I best convey the ladder thither?

Pro. No, Valentine. Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it

Val. No Valentine, if Silvia hath forsworn me Under a cloak, that is of any length.

What is your news? Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the tarn? Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation that you are vaVal. Ay, my good lord.

nish'd. Duke. Then let me see thy cloak;

Pro. That thou art banish'd, O that's the news; I'll get me one of such another length.

From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend. Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord. Val. O, I have fed upon this woe already,

Duke, How shali I fashion me to wear a cloak? And now excess of it will make me surfeit.
I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me;

Doth Silvia know that I am banish'd ?
What letter is this same? What's here 1-To Silvia ? Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom
And here an engine fit for my proceeding!

(Which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual force) I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. [Reads. A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears :

Those at her father's chur ish feet she tender'd; My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly; And slaves they are to me, that send them flying :

With them, upon her knees, her humble self; o, could their master come and go as lightly,

Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became them, Himself would lodge, where senseless they are lying,

As if but now they waxed pale for woe: My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest themi,

But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Do curse the grace that with such grace hath bless’t Bat Valentine, if he be ta'en, mast die. While, 1, their king, that thither then importunr, sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,

them, Because myself do want my servants' fortune :

Besides, her intercession chai'd him so,

When she for thy repeal was suppliant,
I curse myself, for they are sent by me,
That they should harbour where their lord should be. With many bitter threats of 'biding there.

That to close prison he commanded her,
What's here?

Val. No more; unless the next word, that thou Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee :

Have some malignant power upon iny life: [speak'st, "Tis so: and here's the ladder for the purpose, If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear, Why, Phaeton, (for thou art Merop's son,)

As ending anthem of my endless dolour. Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car,

Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, And with thy daring folly burn the world?

And study help for that which thou lament'st.

Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, and Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love; cannot be ta'en from her. Besides, thy staying will abridge thy lite.

Speed. Item, She hath no teeth. Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that,

Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love And manage it against despairing thoughts.

crusts. Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence ; Speed, Itemi, She is curst. Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd

Laun. Weil; the best is, she hath no teeth to bite. Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.

Speed. Item, She will often praise her liquor. The time now serves not to expostulate.

Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall : it' she will Come, l'll convey thee through the city gate;

not, I will; for good things should be praised. And, ere I part with thee, confer at large

Spied. Item, She is too liberal. Of all that may concern thy love-affairs :

Laun. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's writ As thou lov' Silvia, though not for thyself,

down she is slow of: of her purse she shall not; for Regard thy danger, and along with me.

that lil keep shut: now, of another thing she may; Val. I pray thee, Launce, an is thou seest my boy, and that I cannot help. Well, proceed. Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north-gate. Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, and more

Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults.
Val. O my dear Silvia ! hapless Valentine !

Laun. Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine and

Exeunt Val, and Pro. not mine, twice or thrice, in that last article: rehearse Laun. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have the that once more. wit to think, my master is a kind of knare: but that's Speed. Item, She hath more hair than rrit,all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not now, that Laun. More hair than wit, -It may be ; I'll prove knows me to be in love: yet I am in love ; but a team it: the cover of the salt hides the salt, and therefore of horse shall not pluck that from me; nor who 'tis I it is more than the salt; the hair that covers the wit, love, and yet'tis a woman : but what woman, I will not is more than the wit; for the greater hides the less tell myself; and yet 'tis a milk maid: yet 'tis not a What's next? maid, for she hath had gossips : yet 'tis a maid, for she Speed.--- And more faults than hairs,is her master's maid, and serves for wages. She hath Laun. That's monstrous: 0, that that were out! more qualities than a water-spaniel, - which is much Speed. - And more wealth than faults. in a bare Christian. Here is the cat-log [ Pulling out Laun. Why, that word makes the faults gracious : a Paper) of her conditions. Imprimis, She can fetch well, I'll have her: and if it be a match, as nothing and carry. Why, a horse can do no more; nay, a is impossible, horse cannot fetch, but only carry; therefore, is she Speed. What then! better than a jade. Item, She can milk; look you, a

Laun. Why, then I will tell thee,--that thy master sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands.

stays for thee at the north-gate.

Speed. For ine?
Enter Speed.

aun. For thee? ay; who art thou ? he hath staid Speed. How now, signior Launee? what news with for a better man than thee. your mastership!

Speed. And must I go to him! Laun. With my master's ship? why, it is at sea. Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast staid so Speed. Well, your old vice stiil; mistake the word: long, that going will scarce serve the turn. what news then in your paper!

Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner! 'pox of your Laun. The black est news that ever thou heard'st. love-letters !

(Exit. Speed. Why, man, how black ?

Laun. Now will he be swinged for reading my letLaun. Why, as black as ink.

ter: an unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself Speed. Let me read them.

into secrets !--I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's corLaun. Fie on thee, jolt-head ; thou canst not read. rection.

(Exit. Speed. Thou liest, I can. Laun. I will try thee: tell me this: who be got thee?

SCENE II. Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather.

The same. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Laun. 0 illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy grandmother: this proves that thou canst not read.

Enter Duke and Thurio; Proteus behind. Speed. Come, fool, come: try me in thy paper.

Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love you, Laun. There, and saint Nicholas be thy speed ! Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. Speed. Imprimis, She can milk.

Thu. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most, Laun. Ay, that she can.

Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me, Speed. Item, She brer's good ale.

That I am desperate of obtaining her. Laun. And thereof comes the proverb, -Blessing of

Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure your heart, you brew good ale.

Trenched in ice; which with an hour's heat Speed. Item, She can sew.

Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. Laun. That's as much as to say, Can she so !

A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, Speed. Item, She can knit

And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.-Laun. What need a man care for a stock with a How now, sir Proteus ! Is your countryman, wench, when she can knit him a stock !

According to our proclamation, gone! Speed. Item, She can rash and scour.

Pro. Gone, my good lord. Laun. A special virtue; for then she need not be Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously. washed and scoured.

Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. Speed. Item, She can spin.

Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so.Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels, when Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee, she can spin for her living.

(For thou hast shown some sign of good desert), Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues. Makes me the better to confer with thee. Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues ;

Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, that, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore Let me not live to look upon yonr grace. have no names.

Duke. Thou know'st, how willingly I would effect Speed. Here follow her vices.

The match between sir Thurio and my daughter. Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues.

Pro. I do, my lord. Speed. Item, She is not to be kiss'd fasting, in re Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant spect of her breath.

How she opposes her against my will, Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a break Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. fast: read on.

Duke. Ay, and perversely she persevers so. Speed. Item, She hath a street mouth.

What might we do, to make the girl forget Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath. The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio ? Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep.

Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in her with falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent; talk

Three things that women highly hold in hate. Speed. Item, She is slow in words.

Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoke in hate. Laun. O villain, that set this down among her Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it : vices ! To be slow in words, is a woman's only vir- Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken tue: I pray thee out with't; and place it for her By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend chief virtue.

Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him. Speed. Item, She is proud.

Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do :

"Tis an ill office for a gentleman;

Val. I was. Especially against his very friend.

2 Out. For what offence! Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse : Your slander never can endamage him ; Chim, I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent; Therefore the office is indiferent,

But yet I slew him manfully in tight, Being entreated to it by your friend.

Without false vantage, or base treachery. Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it, | Out. Why ne'er repent it, if it were done so : By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,

But were you banish'd for so small a fault? She shall not long continue love to him.

Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom. But say, this weed her love from Valentine,

1 Out. Have you the tongues ! It follows not that she will love sir Thurio.

Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy ; Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from him, or else I often had been miserable. Lest it should ravel, and be good to none,

3. Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar, You must provide to bottom it on me:

This fellow were a king for our wild faction, Which must be done, by praising me as much

1 Out. We'll have him: sirs, a word. As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine.

Speed. Yaster, be one of them; Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind; It is an honourable kind of thievery. Because we know, on Valentine's report,

I al. Peace, villain ! You are already love's tiri votary,

2 Out. Tell us this: have you any thing to take to! And cannot soon revolt and change your mind.

Val. Nothing, but my fortune. Upon this warrant shall you have access,

3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen, Where you with Silvia may confer at large;

Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth
For she is lampish, heavy, melancholy,

Thrust from the company of awful men :
And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you; Myself was from Verona banished,
Where you may temper her, your persuasion, For practising to steal away a lady,
To hate young Valentine, and love my friend. Au heir, and wear allied unto the duke.
Pro, As much as I can do, I will eitect :-

2 Out. And I trom Mantua, for a gentleman, But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough;

Whom, in my mood, I stabb'd unto the heart. You must lay lime, to tangle her desires,

1 Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as these. By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes

But to the purpose--(for we cite our faults, Should be full fraught with serviceable vows. That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives),

Duke. Ay, much the force of heaven-bred poesy. And, party, seeing you are beautified

Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty With goodly shape ; and by your own report You sacritice your tears, your sighs, your heart: A linguist; and a man of such perfection, Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears As we do in our quality much want;-. Moist it again; and frame some feeling line,

2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man, That may discover such integrity :-

Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you:
For Orpheus' late was strung with poets' sinews; Are you content to be our general:
Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones, To make a virtue of necessity,
Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans

And live, as we do, in this wilderness?
Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.

3 Out. What say'st thou wilt thou be of our conAfter your dire-lamenting elegies,

Say ay, and be the captain of us all :

[sort? Visit by night your lady's chamber-window

We'll do thee homage, and be ral'd by thee, With some sweet concert: to their instruments Love thee as our commander, and our king. Tune a deploring dump; the night's dead silence I Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. Will well become such sweet complaining grievance. 2 Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have This, or else nothing, will inherit her.

offer'd. Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in love. Val. I take your offer, and will live with you;

Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in practice: Provided that you do no outrages Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver, On silly women, or poor passengers. Let us into the city presently

3 Out, No, we detest such vile base practices. To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in music : Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews, I have a sonnet, that will serve the turn,

And show thee all the treasure we have got; To give the onset to thy good advice.

Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. Duke. About it, gentlemen.

[Exeunt. Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper, And afterwards determine our proceedings.

SCENE II. Milan. Court of the Polace. Duke. Even now about it; I will pardon you.

Enter Proteus. [Exeunt.

Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine,

And now I milist be as unjust to Thurio.
ACT IV.

Under the colour of commending him,

I have access my own love to prefer ;
SCENE I. A Forest, near Mantua.

But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,
Enter certain Outlaws.

To be corrupted with my worthless gifts. 1 Out. Fellows, stand fast: I see a passenger.

When I protest true loyalty to her, 2 Out. If there be ten,shrink not, but down with 'em.

She twits me with my falsehood to my friend :

When to her beauty I commend my vows,
Enter Valentine and Speed.

She bids me think, how I have been forsworn
3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov'd:
If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you. [you;

And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips, Speed, Sir, we are undoue ! these are the villains

The least whereof would quell a lover's hope, That all the travellers do fear so much.

Yet, spaniel-like, the more she sparns my love, Val. My friends,

The more it grows and fawneth on her still. i Out. That's not so, sir; we are your enemies.

But here comes Thurio : now must we to her window, 2 Out. Peace; we'il hear him.

And give some evening music to her ear. 3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we;

Enter Thurio, ani Musicians. For he's a proper man.

Thu. How now, sir Proteus, are you crept before us! Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose ;

Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio ; for, you know, that love A man I am, cross'd with adversity :

Will creep in service where it cannot My riches are these poor habiliments,

Thu, Ay, but, I hope, sir, that you love not here. of which if you should here disfurnish me,

Pro. Sir, but I do, or else I would be hence. You take the sum and substance that I have.

Thu. Whom? Silvia? 2 Out. Whither travel you?

Pro. Ay, Silvia--for your sake. Val. To Verona.

Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, 1 Out. Whence came you ! Val. From Milan.

Let's tune, and to it lustily a while. 3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there?

Enter Host, at a Distance; and Julia in Boy's Clothes. Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might have Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're If crooked fortune had not thwarted nie. [staid, allycholly; I pray you, why is it? 1 Out. What were you banish'd thence !

Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry.

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