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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 hath so humbled me, as I confess,

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

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

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

thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep, how did thy master part with madarn Julia ! Upon the very naked name of love.

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

Speed. But shåll 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? Shall he marry her ?
Val. Call her divine.

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

Spee What, are they broken.!
Val, 0, flatter me ; for love delights in praises. Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish.

Pro. When I was ick, 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 le: 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 thou, 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 wbat I do too : look thee, I'll but Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? lean, and my staff understands ine.

Val. And I will belp thee to prefer her too : Spred. It stands under thee, indeed. She shall be dignitied 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 mateb? 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,

sar, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say nothing, Bisdain to root the summer-swelling Power,

it will And make rough winter everlasting.

Spred. 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 but by a parable. To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing; Speed, 'T'is 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 Sperd. 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 horeson 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 npon my love.

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

Lawn. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn 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, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.

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

Speed. Why? Tal.

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

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

go! Determin't of: how I must climb her window;

Speed. At thy service.

[Ereunt. 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 Protens, 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, sball I be forswor; Some necessaries that I needs must use ;

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

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

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

[Erit Val. Love bade me svear, and love bids me forswear: Even as heat another heat expels,

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it thou hast sinna, 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 son. Is it mine eye, or Valentinus praise,

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

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

lie, tie, 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 zext 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.

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

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

I to myself am dearer than a friend ; "Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,

For love is stili more precious in itself : And that hath daz led my reason's light;

And Silvia, witness leasen, that inade her fair But when I look on her perfections,

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

I will forget that Jalia is alive,
If I can check my erring love, I will;

Rememb'ring that my love to her is dead;
If not, to compass ber l'il use my skill. [Erit, And Valentine l'il bold an enemy,
SCENE V. The same. A Street.

Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend.

I canno
Enter Speed and Launce.

now prove constant to myself,

Without some treachery used to Valentine :Speed. Launce ! by mine honesty, welcome to This night, be menneth with a corded ladder Milan.

To climb celestial Silvia's chanuber-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 opon 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; Enter Julia and Lucetta.

Only in lieu thereof, dispatch me hence :

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

(Eseunt. And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee, Who art the table wherein all my thoughts Are visibly character'd and engravid, To lesson me: and tell me some good mean,

ACT III. 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 ;

Duke. 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 wonld discover, Jul. O, know'st thou not, his 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 tire of love with words. Know, worthy prince, sir Valentine, iny friend,

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

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

Jul. The more thou dam’st it up, the more it burns; On Thurio, whom yoar gentle daughter hates;
The current that with gentle marmur 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 bindered,

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 yon down, And so by many winding nooks he strays,

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

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

Which to reqnite, 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 judgd me fast asleep;
Till the last step have brought me to niy love; And often times have purpos'd to forbid
And there l'll rest, as, after much turmoil,

Sir Valentine her company, and ny court:
A blessed soul doth in Elysium.

But, fearing test my jealous aim 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 shunn'd,)
The loose encounters of lascivions men:

I gave hiin 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 ladyship must cut your hair. Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested, Jul. No, girl; I'll knit it up in silken strings, I nightiy 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 down; What compass will wear your farthingale?' For which the youthful lover now is gone,

And this way comes he 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 cunningly, Jul. Out, out, Lucetta ! that will be ill-favour'd. That my discovery be not aimed at

Luc. A round' hose, madam, now's not worth a pin, For love of you, not hate unto my friend, Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on.

Hath made me publisher of this pretence. Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know What thou think'st meet, and is most manperly : That I had any light from thee of this. But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me, Pro. Adieu, my lord ; sir Valentine is coming. Por undertaking so unstaid a journey!

(Exit. 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 Lue. Then never dream on infamy, but go. That stays to bear my letters to my friends, If Proteus like your journey when you come,

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

Val. The tenor of them doth but signify Ju. That is the least, Lncetta, of my fear : My health, and happy bring 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 deceitful men. "Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought

Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect ! 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 immaculate;

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 fraud, as heaven from earth. Cannot your grace win her to fancy him?

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

Gu, base intruder! over-weeping 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 remoant 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 wite,

Longer than swiftest expedition And tårn 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 Leaven, 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, in Milan here,

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

[Erit. 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'a i'rom myself; (For long agone I have forgot to court:

And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd ;?

Is self from sell'; a deadly banishment! How, and which way, I may bestow myself, What light is light, if Silvia be pot 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 by, Damb 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 scorus 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 inore.

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

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

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

I fly not death, to ay his deadly doom : For why, the tools are mad, ii leit alone.

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

Bat, fly 1 hence, I fly away from life.
For, get you gone, slie doth not mean, anay:
Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces;

Enter Proteas and Launce.
Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces. Pro. Run, bay, 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 tougue he cannot win a woman.

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?
Tbat no man hath access by day to her.

Val. No.
Val. Why then I would resort to her by night. Pro. Who then I his spirit?
Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock'd, and keys kept safe, Val. Neither.
That no man hath 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 climbit

Pro. Whom wouldst thou strike?
Without apparent hazard of his lite.

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

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

Pro. Sirrah, 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 you use it pray, sir, tell me that. For they are harsh, antunable, 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. Bat, 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 Fal. No Valentine, if Silvia hath forsworn me ! Under a cloak, that is of any length.

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

nish'd. Dute. Then let me see thọ cloak; From hence, from si via, and from me thy friend.

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

Val, Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord. Val. o, I have fed upon this woe already,

Duke. How shall 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 !--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 : My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly;

Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd; And slaves they are to me, that send them flying:

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

Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became them, 'Himself rould lodg", where senseless they are lying. But weither bended knees, pure hands held up,

As if but now they waxed pale for woe:
My herald thoughts in thy pre bosom resi them,
While, I, their king, that thither them importuna; Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire;

Sad sighs, deep grouns, nor silver-shedding tears, Do curse the grace that with such grace hath bless' But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die.

them, Because myself do want my servants' fortune :

Besides, her intercession chai'd him so, I curse myself for they are sent by me,

When she for thy repeal was suppliant, That they should harbour where their lord should be.

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

With many bitter threats of 'biding there.

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

Have some malignant power pon my life : (speak'st, "ris 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 life.

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

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

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

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

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

Laun. It her liquor be good, she shall : it' she will Come, I'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

Sp ed. 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'st Siivia, though not for thysell, down she is slow of of her purse she shall not; for Regard thy danger, and along with me.

that I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she may; Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy, and that I cannot lielp

Well, proceed.
Bid him make baste, and meet me at the north-gate. Speed. Itein, She hath more hair than wit, and more

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

Laun. Stop there; l'll have her: she was inine and Ereunt 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 knave: but that's Speel. Item, She hath more hair than trit,all one, if he be but one koave. He lives not now, that Laun. More hair than wit,- It may be ; l'll prove knows me to be in love: yet I am in love ; but a team it: the cover of the salt hiites 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 bides 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 gracions: 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 me!
Enter Speed.

Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou ? he hath staid Speed. How now, signior Launce! 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 nut tell me sooner? 'pox of your Laun. The blackest news that ever thou heard'st. love-letters!

[Exil Speed. Why, man, how black ?

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

ter: an unmanneriy slave, that will thrust hiinseif Speed. Let ine read them.

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

rection.

[Erit. Speed. Thon liest, I can. Laun. I will try thee: tell me this: who begot thee!

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

The same. A Roon in the Dole's Palace. Laun, 0 illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy

Enter Duke and Thurio; Proteus behind. grandmother: this proves that thou canst not read. Speed. Come, fool, come: try me in thy paper.

Duke. Sir'Thorio, fear not, but that she will love you, Laun. There ; and saint Nicholas be thy speed !

Now Valentine is babish'd from her sight. Speed. Imprimis, She can milk.

Thu. Since his exile she hath despisd me most, Laun. Ay, that she can.

Forsworu my company, and rail'd at ine, Speed. Item, She brews 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 figare your beart, you brew good ale.

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

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 wash 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 shows 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 your grace. bave no wames.

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 Vatentine was here. fast: read on.

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

What might we do, to make the girl forget Laun. That makes unends 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 vords.

Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is spokeia hate. Laun. O villain, that set this down among her Pro. Ay, 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 hin. 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 indifferent,

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

Without false vantage, or base treachery. Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it, 1 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 mne glad of such a doom. But say, this weed her love from Valentine,

I Ont. 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 bottoin 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 bave him : sirs, a word. As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine.

Speed. Master, 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,

Val. Peace, villain ! You are already love's tirm 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 gentiemen, Where you with Silvia may conser at large; Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy,

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

2 Out. And I from 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 line, 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, partiy, seeing you are beautitied

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 rulld by thee, With some sweet concert: to their instruments Love thee as our commander, and our king. Tune a deploring dump; the nigbt'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 yon;

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

3 Out. No, we de test 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.

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

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

Enter Proteus. (Exeunt.

Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine,

And now I must 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 ! protest true loyalty to her,

She twits me with my falsehood to my friend : 2 Out. If there be ten,shrink not, but down with 'em.

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

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

And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips,

The least whereof would quell a lover's hope,
Speed. Sir, we are undone ! these are the villains
That all the travellers do fear so much.

Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurus 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'll hear him.

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

Enter Thurio, and 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 go. My riches are these poor babiliments,

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 !

Let's tune, and to it lustily a while. Val. From Milan. 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 me. (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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