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Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
I must be here confin'd by you,
Or sent to Naples : Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardoa the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell;
Bat release me from my bands,
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Mast fill, or else iny project fails,

Which was to please: Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair,
Upless I be reliev'd by prayer;
W bich pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.

As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.

Two Gentlemen of Uerona.

Duke of Milan, Father to Silvia.

Panthino, Serrant to Antonio.
Gentlemen of Verona,

Hos!, where Julia lodges in Milan.

Antonio, Father to Proteus.
Thurio, a foolish Rival to Valentine.

Julia, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Protens.
Eglamour, Agent for Silvia in her Escape.

Silvia, the Duke's Daughter, beloved by Valentine, Speed, a close risk Servant to Valentine.'

Lucetta, Waiting-woman to Julia.
Launce, Servant to Proteus.

Serrants, Musicians.
SCENE, sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan; and on the Frontiers of Mantua.


Once more adien: my father at the road

Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.
SCENE I. An open Place in Verona.

Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Enter Valentine and Protens.

Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave.

At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, Tal. CEASE to persuade, my loving Proteus ; or thy success in love, and what Ders else Home-keeping youth have ever bomely wits : Betideth bere in absence of thy friend Wer't not, affection chains thy teoder days

And I like vise will visit thee with mine. To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,

Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! I rather would entreat thy company,

Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell! To see the wonders of the world abroad,

(Erit. Than living dully slaggardiz'd at home,

Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love: Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. He leaves his friends, to dignify them more; Bat, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. Even as I would, when I to love begin.

Thon, Julia, thou bast metamorphos'd me; Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu ! Made me negleet my studies, lose my time, Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest War with good counsel, set the world at nought; Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel :

Made wit with innsing weak, hcart sick with thought. Wish me partaker in thy happiness, When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy danger,

Enter Speed. If ever danger do environ thee,

Speed. Sir Proteas, save you saw yon my master! Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,

Pro. But now be parled hence, to embark for For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine.

Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Speed. Twenty to one thea, be is shipp'll already;
Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. And I have play'd the heep in lo ing him.

Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very biten stray,
How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. An if the shepherd be a while aray,
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love,

Speed. You caclude that my master is a shepherd Por be was more than over shoes in love.

ther, and I a sheep! Val. "Tis true ; for you are over boots in love, Pro. I do. And yet you never swam the Hellespont.

Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether I Pro. Over the boots ! nay, give me not the boots,

wake or sleep. Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.

Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. Pro.

What! Speed. This proves me still a sheep. Val.

To be Pro. 'True; and thy master a shepherd. In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circunstance. With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, Pro. Il shall go bard, but I'll prove it by another. Vith twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights : Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the li baply woo, perhaps, a hapless gain;

sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my 10 lost, why then a grievous labour won;

master seeks not me: therefore, I am no sheep. However, but a folly bought with wit,

Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the Or else a wit by fully vanquished.

shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou for Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me foo!. wages followest thy master, thy master for wages folVal. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'li prove. lows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep. Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love. Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa.

Val. Love is your master, for he masters you: Pro. But dost thou hear! gav'st thou my letter to And he that is so yoked by a fool,

Julia ! Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.

Speed. Ay, sir : I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud her, a luced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, gave The eating canker dwells, so eating love

ine, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour. Inhabits in the tinest wits of all.

Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store of Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud muttons. Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,

Sper l. If the ground be overchargel, you were best Even so by love the young and tender wit

stick her Is turn's to folly; blasting in the bud,

Pro. Nay, in that yon are astray; 'twere best pound Losing his verdure even in the prime,

von. And all the fair effects of future hopes.

Spoed. Nay, sir, less than a poond shall serve me Bat wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,

for carrying your letter. That art a votary to fond desire !

Pro. 'Yon mistake; I mean the pound, a pin-fold.



Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, There, take the paper, see it be return'd;
'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your or else return no more into my sight.

Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than bate.
Pro. But what said she ! did she nod? (Speed nods. Jul. Will you be gone!
Speed. I.


That you may ruminate. Pro. Nod 1! why, that's noddy.

[Exit. Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod : and Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter. you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I.

It were a shaine to call her back again, Pro. And that set together, is--noddy.

And pray her to a fanlt for which I chid her. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it toge- What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, ther, take it for your pains.

And would not force the letter to my view !
Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter. Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that
Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear with which they would have the profferer construe, Ay.

Fie, fie ! how wayward is this foolish love,
Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me! That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse,

Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having and presently, all humbled, kiss the rod ! nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains.

How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,
Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. When willingly I would have had her here!
Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. How angrily I taught my brow to frown,

Pro. Come, coine, open the matter in brief: what when inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile! said she !

My penance is, to call Lucetta back, Speed. Open your parse, that the money, and the And ask remission for my folly past :matter, may be both at once delivered.

What ho! Lucetta!
Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains: what said she
Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her.

Re-enter Lucetta.
Pro. Why? Couldst thou perceive so much from her?

What would your ladyship? Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at allfrom ber; Jul. Is it near dinner-time! no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter:


I would it were ; and being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear. That you might kill your stomach on your meat, she'll prove as hard to you in telling ber mind. Give And not upon your maid. her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel. Jul.

What is't you took op Pro. What, said she nothing !

So gingerly ? Speed. No, not so much as--take this for thy pains. Luc.

Nothing. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'd Jul.

Why did'st thou stoop then! me; in requital where f, henceforth carry your letters Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall. yourself and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master. Jul. And is that paper nothing? Pro. Go, go, be gune, to save your ship from wreck; Luc.

Nothing concerning me. Which cannot peri h having thee aboard,

Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Being destin'd to a drier death on shore :

Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, I must go send some better messenger;

Unless it have a false interpreter. I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines,

Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme
Receiving them from such a worthless post. [Exeunt. Luc. That I mighit sing it, madam, to a tune:

Give me a note: your ladyship can set.
SCENE II. The same, Garden of Julia's House, Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible :
Enter Julia and Lucetta.

Best sing it to the tune of Light o'love.

Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune. Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone,

Jul. Heavy? belike it hath some barden then.
Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love!

Lu. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it.
Luc. Ay, madam; so you stamble not unheedfully. Jul. And why not you!
Jul, of all the fair resort of gentlemen,

I cannot reach so high.
That every day with parle encounter me,

Jul. Let's see your song :- How now, minion? In thy opinion, which is wortbiest love!

Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show my And yet, meihinks, I do not like this tune. According to my shallow, simple skill.


Jul. You do not?
Jul. What think'st thou of the fair sir Eglamour! Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp.

Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.
But, were I you, he never should be mine.

Luc. Nay, now you are too flat.
Jul. What think'st thon of the rich Mercatio! And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:
Luc. Well of his wealth ; but of himsef, so, so.

Tbere wanteth but a mean to fill your song.
Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ? Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base.
Luc. Lord, lord ! to see what fully reigns in us! Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus.
Jul. How now! what means this passion at his name? Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me.

Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'uis a passing shame, Here is a coil with protestation !- [Tears the Letter.
That I, unworthy body as I am,

Go, get you gone ; and let the papers lie: Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen,

You would be fingering them to anger me. (pleas'd
Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest!

Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best
Luc. Then thus, -of many good I think him best. To be so anger'd with another letter.
Jul. Your reason?

Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same!
Lur. I have no other but # woman's reason; O hateful hands, to tear such loving words!
I think him so, because I think him so.

Tujurions wasps ! to feed on such sweet honev,
Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him? And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings!
Luc. Ay, if you thought your love pot cast away. I'll kiss each several paper for amends.
Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me. And here is writ--kind Julia;- unkind Julia !
Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think best loves ye. As in revenge of thy ingratitude,
Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small. I throw thy name against the bruising stones,
Luc. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love. Look, here is writ-love-srounded Proteus -
Luc. 0, they love least, that let men know their love. Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,
Jul. I would I knew his mind.

Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be thoroughly heal'd ;

Peruse this paper, madam. And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. Jul. To Julia,--Say, from whom?

But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down? Luc.

That the contents will show Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,
Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee! (Proteus. Till I have found each letter in the letter,

Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from Except mine own naine; that some whirlwind bear
He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, Unto a ragged, fearful, luanging rock,
Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray. And throw it thence into the raging sea!

Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,-
Dare yon presume to harbour wanton lines?

Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus, To whisper and conspire against my youth?

To the sweet Julia ;--that I'll tear away; Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth,

And yet I will not, sith so prettily And you an officer fit for the place.

He couples it to his complaining names :


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Thus will I fold them one upon another;

To-morrow be in readiness to go:
Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.
Re-enter Lucetta.

Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided :
Please you, deliberate a day or two.

(thee Luc. Madam, dinner's ready and your father stays. Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after Jul. Well, let us go.

No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go. Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales here!

Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd Jul. If you respect thein, best to take them ap. To hasten on his expedition. [Exeunt Ant. and Pan.

Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the tire, for fear of burning, Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'da

Jul. I see, you have a month's mind to them. I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter,

Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see ; Lest he should take exceptions to my love ; I see things too, although you judge I wink: And with the vantage of mine own excuse Jul. Come, come, will't please you go? [ Exeunt. Hath he excepted most against my love. SCENE INI.

o, how this spring of love resembleth

The ancertain glory of an April day;
The same. A Room in Antonio's House. Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
Enter Antonio and Panthino.

And by and by a clond takes all away!
Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that,

Re-enter Panthino. Vherewith my brother held you in the cloister! Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for

you; Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.

He is in haste, therefore, I pray you, go. Ant. Why, what of him?

Pro. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereto; Рап.

He wonder'd, that your lordship And yet a thousand times it answers, no. (Exeunt.
Would snffer him to spend his youth at home;
While other men, of slender reputation,
Put forth their sons to seek preferment ont :

Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there;
Some, to discover islands far away;

Some, to the studious universities.

Milan. An Apartment in the Duke's Palace. For any, or for all these exercises, He said that Proteus, your son was meet:

Enter Valentine and Speed. And did request me, to importane you,

Speed. Sir, your glove. To let him spend his time no more at home,

Val. Not mine ; my gloves are on. Which would be great impeachment to his age, Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is but In having known no trouble in his youth.

one. Ant. Nor need'st thou much importane me to that Vol. Ha ! let me see : ay, give it me, it's mine :Whereon this month I have been hammering. Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine ! I have consider'd well his loss of time;

Ah Silvia ! Silvia! And how he cannot be a perfect man,

Spred. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia! Not being try'd and tutor'd in the world.

Val. How now, sirrah ! Experience is by industry achierd,

Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.
And perfected by the swift course of time :

Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her!
Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him? Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook.
Pan. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,

Val. Well, you'll still be too forward.
How his companion, youthful Valentine,

Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow. Attends the emperor in his royal court.

Val. Go to, sir; tell me, do you know madai Silvia! Ant. I know it well.

[thither: Speed. She that your worship loves ? Pan. "Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him Val. Why, how know you that I am in love! There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,

Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen; have learned, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms And be in eye of every exercise,

ike a male-content; to relish a love-song, like a Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.

robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like one that had Ant. I like thy counsel ; well hast thou advis'd: the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it, lost his A. B. C; to weep, like a voung wench that The execution of it shall make known;

had buried her grandam ; to fast, like one that takes Even with the speediest execution

diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing ; to speak I will despatch him to the emperor's court.

puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, Pan. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso, when you laugh'd, to crow like a cock ; when you With other gentlemen of good esteem,

walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you Are journeying to salute the emperor,

fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked And to commend their service to his will.

sadly, it was for want of money : and now you are Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go : metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on And, in good time,-now will we break with him. you, I can hardly think you my master.

Val. Are all these things perceived in me!
Enter Proteus.

Speed. They are all perceived without you.
Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines ! sweet life!

Val. Without me? they cannot. Here is her hand, the agent of her heart:

Speel. Without you ? nay, that's certain, for, withHere is her oath for love, her honour's pawn: out you were so simple, none else would: but you 0, that our fathers would applaud our loves, are so without these follies, that these follies are To seal our happiness with their consents !

within you, and shine through you like the water in O heavenly Jalia!

an urinal; that not an eye, that sees you, but is a Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there? physician to comment on your malady.

Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two 1 al. But, tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia! of commendation sent froin Valentine,

Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.

supper? Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. Val. Hast thou observ'd that? even she I mean.

Pro. There is no news, my lord ; but that he writes Speed. Why, sir, I know her not. How happily he lives, how well belov'd,

Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and And daily graced by the emperor;

yet knowest her not! Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.

Speed. Is she not hard-favoured, sir? Ant. And how stand you affected to bis wish ? Val. Not so fair, boy, as well-favoured, Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will,

Speed. Sir, I know that well enough. And not depending on his friendly wish.

Val. What dost thou know? Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish ; Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;

favoured. Vor what I will, I will, and there an end.

Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her I am resolu'd, that thou shalt spend some time favour infinite. With Valentinus in the emperor's court;

Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the What maintenance he from his friends receives, other out of all count. Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.

Val. How painted! and how out of count?

you this.


Speed. Marry, sir, so painted, to make her fair, that Val. To whom? no man counts of her beauty.

Speed, To yourself: why, she wooes you by a figure. Val. How esteemest thou me? I account of her Val. What figure ! beauty.

Speed. By a letter, I should say. Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed. Val. Why, she hath not writ to me. Val. How long bath she been deformed ?

Sperd. What need she, when she bath made you Speed. Ever since you loved her.

write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest? Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her, and Val. No, believe me. still I see her beautiful.

Speed. No believing you, indeed, sir : But did you Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her. perceive her earnest ! Val. Why?

Val. She gave me none, except an angry word. Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter. mine eyes; or your own had the lights they were Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend. wont to have, when you chid at sir Proteus for going Speed. And that letter hath she delivered, and ungart ed!

there an end. Val. What should I see then?

Val. I would, it were no worse. Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing de Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well: formity: for he, being in love, could not see to garter For often you have rrit to her, and she, in modesty, his hoße; and you, being in love, cannot see to put or else for want of idle time, could not again reply, on your hose.

Or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind Val. Belike, boy, then you are ia love; for last


( morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.

Speed. 'True, sir; I was in love with res bed : Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes all this I speak in print ; for in print I found the bolder to chide you for yours.

Why muse you, sir? 'tis dinner-time. Val, In conclusion, I stand affected to her.

Val. I have dined. Speed. I would you were set; so, your affection

Speed. Ay, but learken, sir: though the cameleon would cease.

Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some like your mistress; be moved, be inoved. [Exeunt.

by my victuals, and would tuin have meat: 0, be not lines to one she loves. Speed. And have you?

SCENE II. Verona. A Room in Julia's House, Val. I have. Speed. Are they not lamely writ!

Enter Proteus and Julia,
Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them : Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.
Peace, here she comes.

Jul. I must, where is no remedy.
Enter Silvia.

Pro. When possibly I can, I will return.

Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner. Speed. O excellent motion ! O exceeding poppet! Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake. now will he interpr to her.

[Giving a Ring. Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good morrows.

Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; here, take Speed, 0, 'give you good even! here's a million of

[ Aside.

Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss. Sil, Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand. Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy;

Speed. He should give her interest; and she gives And when that hour o'erslips me in the day, it him.

Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake, | al. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter,

The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Unto the secret nameless friend of yours;

Torment me for my love's forgetfulness ! Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,

My father stays my coming; answer not ; But for my duty to your ladyship.

[done. The tide is now : nay, not the tide of tears; Sil. I thank you, gentle servant : 'tis very clerkly That tide will stay me longer than I should'; Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off';

[Exit Julia. For, being ignorant to whom it goes,

Julia, farewell. What! gone without a word ?
I writ at random, very doubtfully.
Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much pains ? For truth bath better deeds, than words, to grace it.

Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;
Val. No, madam ; so it stead you, I will write,
Please you command, a thousand times as much :

Enter Panthino.
And yet,

Pan. Sir Proteus, you are staid for. Sil. A pretty period ! Well, I guess the sequel ;

Pro. Go; I come, I come :-
And yet I will not name it :--and yet I care not; Alas ! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. [ Exeunt.
And yet take this again ;-and yet I thank you ;

SCENE III. The same. A Street.
Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.
Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet.

Enter Launce, leading a Dog.

[ Aside. Laun. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done Val. What means your ladyship? do you not like it! weeping: all the kind of the Launces have this very

Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ: fault: I have received my proportion, like the proBut since unwillingly, take them again;

digious son, and am going with sir Proteus to the Nay, take them.

Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the sourestVal, Madam, they are for you.

natured dog that lives : my mother weeping, my faSil. Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my request; ther wailing, my sister crying, our maid bowling, But I will none of them; they are for you:

our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a I would have had them writ more movingly. great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur

Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another. shed one tear; be is a stone, a very pebble-stone,

Sil. And, when it's writ, for my sake read it over and has no more pity in him than a dog: a Jew And, if it please you, so; if not, why, so.

would have wept to have seen our parting ; why, my Val. If it please me, madam! what then ! grandam haviog no eyes, look you, wept herself blin, Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour; at my parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it: And so good morrow, servant.

[Exit This' shoe is my father ;--no, this left shoe is my faSpeed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, ther ;-- no, no, this left shoe is my mother ; vay, that As a rose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a cannot be so neither ;---yes, it is so, it is so ; it hath steeple !

the worser sole: this shoe, with the hole in it, is my My master sues to her, and she hath taught her suitor, mother, and this my father: a vengeance on't ! there He being her papil, to become her tutor.

'tis: now, sir, this stall is my sister; for, look you, O excellent device! was there ever heard a better! she is as white as a lily, and as small is a wand That my master, being scribe, to himself should write this hat is Nan, our maid; I am the dog :-no, the the letter?

dog is himself, and I am the dog.--0, the dog is me, Val. How now, siri what are you reasoning with and I am myself; ay, so, so. Now come i to my yourself?

father; Father', your blessing ; now should not the Speed. Nay, I was rhyming ; 'tis you that have the shoe speak a word for weeping ; now should I kiss reason.

iny father; well, he weeps on :--now come I to my Val. To do what?

mother, (0, that she could speak now!) like a woodSpeed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia. woman ;-well, I kiss her ;-wby, there'tis; here's

my mother's breath up and down : now come I to my Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman sister; mark the moan she makes : now the dog all To be of worth,

and worthy estimation, this while sheds not a tear, nor, speaks a word; but And not without desert so well reputed see how I lay the dust with my tears.

Duke. Hath he not a son ?
Enter Panthino.

Val. Ay, my good lord ; a son that well deserves Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard ; thy master is the honour and regard of such a father.

Duke. You know him well! shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's

Val. I knew him as myself; for from our infancy the matter! why weepest thou, man! Away, ass; We have convers'd, and spent our hours together : you will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer. Laun. It is no matter if the ty'd were lost; for it Omitting the sweet benefit of time,

And though myself have been an idle truant, is the unkindest ty'd that ever any man ty'd. Pan. What's the unkindest tide ?

To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection ;

Yet hath sir Proteas, for that's his name,
Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here ; Crab, my dog.
Pan. Tut, man, I mean ihou’It lose the flood; and, His years bat young, but his experience old ;

Made use and fair advantage of bis days;
in losing the flood, lose thy voyage and, in losing His head uamellowd, but his judgment ripe;
thy voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing thy And, in a word (for far behind his worth
master, lose thy service ; and, in losing thy service, Come all the praises that I now bestow),
- Why dost thou stop my mouth?
Laun. For fear thou shouldst lose thy tongue.

He is complete in feature, and in mind, Pan. Where should I lose my tongue !

With all good grace to grace a gentleman, Laun. In thy tale.

Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but, if he make this good, Pan. In thy tail !

He is as worthy for an empress' love, Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the mas

As meet to be an emperor's counsellor. ter, and the service! The tide ? -Why, man, if the Well, sir ; this gentleman is come to me, river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if

With commendation from great potentates; the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.

And here he means to spend his time awhile : sighs. Pan. Come, come away, man ; I was sent to call

Val, Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he, thee.

Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth ; Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.

Silvia, I speak to you ; and you, sir Thurio . -Pan. Wilt thou go!

For Valentine, I need not cite him to it:

I'll send him hither to you presently. Laun. Well, I will go.

[Erit. [Exeunt.

Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship SCENE IV.

Had come along with me, but that his mistress Milan. An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.

Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks.

Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. Upon some other pawn for fealty.

[still. Sil. Servant

Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prisoners Mistress!

Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind, Speed. Master, sir Thurio frowns on you.

How could he see his way to seek out you? Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.

Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. Speed. Not of you.

Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all, Val. Of my mistress then.

Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself ; Speed. "Twere good, you knocked him.

Upon a homely object love can wink. Sil. Servant, you are sad.

Enter Proteus. Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so.

Sil. Have done, have done ; here comes the gentleThu. Seem you that you are not ! Val. Haply, I do.

mad. Thu. So do counterfeits.

Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !-Mistress, I beseech Fal. So do you.


Confirm his welcome with some special favour. Thu. What seem I, that I am not?

Sil. His worth is warrant for bis welcome hither, Val. Wise. Thu. What instance of the contrary !

If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from. Val. Your folly.

Val. Mistress, it is : sweet lady, entertain him Thu. And how quote you my folly ?

To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship. Val. I quote it in your jerkin.

Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant. Thu, My jerkin is a doublet.

Pro. Not so, sweet lady ; but too mean a servant

To have a look of such a worthy inistress.
Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly.

Val. Leave off discourse of disability :-
Th. How?
Sil, What, angry, sir Thario? do you change colour! Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.

Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else.
Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of

Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed ; cameleon.

Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress. then live in your air.

Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself. Val. You have said, sir.

Sil. That you are welcome!

No; that you are worthless.
Thu, Ay, sir, and done too, for this time.
Yal. I know it well, sir; you always end ere you

Enter Servant. begin.

Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly

with you. shot off.

Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure. (Exit Serrant. Val. 'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver.

Come, sir Thurio, Sil. Who is that, servant?

Go with me :-Once more, new servant, welcome : Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire : l'il leave you to confer of home-affairs; sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks, When yon have done, we look to hear from you. and spends what he borrows, kindly in your company, Pro. 'We'll both attend upon your ladyship. Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I

[ Exeunt Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. shall make your wit bankrupt.

Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you Val. I know it well, sir : you have an exchequer


[commended. of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, that Val. And how do yours ! they live by your bare words.


I left them all in health. sil. No more, gentlemen, no more ; here comes Val. How does your lady? and how thrives your

love? Enter Duke.

Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you; Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset. I know, you joy not in a love-discourse. Sir Valentine, your father's in good health :

Val. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now : What say you to a letter from your friends

I have done penance for contemning love ; of much good news!

Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me Val.

My lord, I will be thankful With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, To any happy messenger from thence.

With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs ; Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your countryman? For, in revenge of my conteinpt of love,

my father.

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