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how say'st thou, that thy master is become a SCENE VII.-Verona.-A Room in JULIA'S notable lover?
House. " Laun. I never knew him otherwise.
Enter JULIA and LUCETTAV: Speed. Than how?
Jul. Counsel, Lucetta; gentle girl, assist me! Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee, him to be.
Who art the table wherein all my thoughts Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mista- Are visibly character'd and engrav'd, — kest me.
To lesson me; and tell me some good mean, Laun. Why, fool, I meant not thee: I meant How, with my honour, I may undertake thy master.
A journey to my loving Proteus. Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. lover.
Jul. A true devoted pilgrim is not weary Laun. Why I tell thee, I care not though he to measure kingdoms with his feeble steps ; burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me Much less shall she, that hath love's wings to to the ale-house, so; if not, thou art an He
fly; brew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Chris. And when the flight is made to one so dear, tian.
Of such divine perfection, as Sir Proteus. Speed. Why?
Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. Laun. Because thou hast not so much charity Jul. O, know'st thou not, his looks are my in thee, as to go to the ale with a Christian :
soul's food? Wilt thou go?
Pity the dearth that I have pined in, Speed. At thy service.
(Exeunt. By longing for that food so long a time. SCENE VI.—The same.—An Apartment in Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, the Palace,
Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow, Enter PROTEUS.
As seek to quench the fire of love with words, Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; But qualify the fire's extreme rage,
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot
[fire ; To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn;
Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn;
Jul. The more thou dam’st* it up, the more And even that power, which gave me first my
it burns ; oath,
The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Provokes me to this threefold perjury.
Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth Love bade me swear, and love bids me for
But, when his fair course is not hindered, O sweet-suggesting* love, if thou hast sinn'd,
He makes sweet music with the enamel'd Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it.
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge [stones, At first I did adore a twinkling star,
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; But now I worship a celestial sun.
And so by many winding nooks he strays, Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken;
With willing sport, to the wild ocean. And he wants wit, that wants resolved will
Then let me go, and hinder not my course : To learn his wit to exchange the bad for bet- I'll be as patient as a gentle stream, ter.
And make a pastime of each weary step, Fie, fie, unreverend tongue! to call her bad,
Till the last step have brought me to my love ; Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd
And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil,+ With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. A blessed soul doth in Elysium. I cannot leave to love, and yet I do ;
Luc. But in what habit will you go along? But there I leave to love, where I should love. Jul. Not like a woman : for I would prevent Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose :
The loose encounters of lascivious men: If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds If I lose them, thus find I by their loss,
As may beseem some well-reputed page. For Valenti.e, myself; for Julia, Silvia. Luc. Why then your ladyship must cut your I to myself am dearer than a friend ;
hair. For love is still more precious than itself: Jul. No, gırl ; I'll knit it up in silken strings, And Silvia, witness heaven, that made her fair! With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots : Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.
To be fantastic may become a youth I will forget that Julia is alive,
Of greater time than I shall show to be. Rememb’ring that my love to her is dead; Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,
your breeches ? Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend.
Jul. That fits as well, as—"tell me, good my I cannot now prove constant to myself,
lord, Without some treachery used to Valertine :-“What compass will you wear your farthinThis night, he meaneth with a corded ladder
[cetta. To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window; Why, even that fashion thou best lik’st, LuMyself in counsel, his competitor:t
Luc. You must needs have them with a codNow presently I'll give her father notice
piece, madam. Of their disguising, and pretendedf fight; Jul. Out, out, Lucetta! that will be ill-faWho, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine ;
vour'd. For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter: Luc. A round hose, madam, now's not worth But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross,
a pin, By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceed- Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on. ing
Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly: As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! But tell me, wench, how will the world repute
me, Tempting | Confederate Intended.
For undertaking so unstaid a journey? Sir Valentine her company, and my court:
(A rashness that I ever yet have shunn'd) Jul. Nay, that I will not.
I gave him gentle looks; thereby to find Lu. Then never dream on infamy, but go. That which thyself hast now disclos'd to me. If Proteus like your journey, when you come, And, that thou may’st perceive my fear of this, No matter who's displeas'd, when you are Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested, i gone :
I nightly lodge her in an upper tower, I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal. The key whereof myself have ever kept ;
Jul. TH is the least, Lucetta, of my fear: And thence she cannot be convey'd away. A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears,
Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a And instances as infinite of love, Warrant me welcome to my Proteus.
How he her chamber-window will ascend, Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men. And with a corded ladder fetch her down; Jul. Base men, that use them to so base For which the youthful lover now is gone, effect!
And this way comes he with it presently; Put truer stars did govern Proteus' birth : Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ; But, good my lord, do it so cunningly, His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; That my discovery be not aimedf at; His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; For love of you, not hate unto my friend, His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from Hath made me publisher of this pretence. earth.
Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you
know come to him!
That I had any light from thee of this. Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that Pro. Adieu, my lord; Sir Valentine is comwrong,
[Erit. To bear a hard opinion of his truth :
Enter VALENTINE. Only deserve my love, by loving him;
Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast? And presently go with me to my chamber,
Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger To take a note of what I stand in need of, To furnish me upon my longing* journey.
That stays to bear my letters to my friends, All that is mine I leave at thy dispose,
And I am going to deliver them.
Duke. Be they of much import? My goods, my lands, my reputation ;
Val. The tenor of them doth but signify Only, in lieu thereof, despatch me hence :
My health, and happy being at your court. Come, answer not, but to it presently ;
Duke. Nay then, no matter; stay with me a I am impatient of my tarriance. [Eceunt.
while; ACT III.
I am to break with thee of some affairs, SCENE I.--Milan.-An Anti-room in the
That touch me near, wherein thou must be Duke's Palace.
'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought Enter Duke, THURIO, and PROTEUS.
To match my friend, Sir Thurio, to my daughter. Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, Val. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the awhile;
man We have some secrets to confer about.
Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentle
[Exit Thurio. Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities Now, tell me, Proteus; what's your will with Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter : me?
Cannot your grace win her to fancy him? Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, discover,
froward, The law of friendship bids me to conceal : Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty; But, when I call to mind your gracious favours Neither regarding that she is my child, Done to me, undeserving as I am,
Nor fearing me as if I were her father : My duty pricks me on to utter that (me. And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers, Which else no worldly good should draw from Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her ; Know, worthy prince, Sir Valentine, my friend, And, where I thought the remnant of mine age This night intends to steal away your daugh- Should have been cherish'd by her child-like Myself am one made privy to the plot. [ter;
duty, I know, you have determind to bestow her
I now am full resolved totake a wife, On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates: And turn her out to who will take her in : And should she thus be stolen away from you, Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower; It would be much vexation to your age. For me and my possessions she esteems not. Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose
Val. What would your grace have me to do To cross my friend in his intended drift,
in this? Than, by concealing it, heap on your head Duke. There is a lady, Sir, in Milan here, A pack of sorrows, which would press you Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy, down,
And nought esteems my aged eloquence : Being unprevented, to your timeless grave. Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor, Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest (For long agone I have forgot to court : care ;
Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd ;) Which to requite, command me while I live. How, and which way, I may bestow myself, This love of theirs myself bave often seen, To be regarded in her sun-bright eye. Haply, when they have judged me fast asleep: Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not And oftentimes have purpos’d to forbid
words ; * Longed for.
† Tempted. Guessed. Design.
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them; More than quick words, do move a woman's While I, their king, that thither them impórmind.
tune, Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent Do curse the grace that with such grace hath her.
bless'd them, Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best Because myself, do want my servants' fortune: contents her:
I curse myself, for they are sent by me, Send her another; never give her o'er; That they should harbour where their lord should For scorn at first makes after-love the more. What's here?
(be. If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you, Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee : But rather to beget more love in you :
'Tis so; and here's the ladder for the purpose :If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone;
Why, Phaeton, (for thou art Merops' son) For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.
Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car, Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
And with thy daring folly burn the world? For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away; Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on
thee? graces ; Though one'er so black, say, they have angels' Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates;
Go, base intruder! overweening slave! faces. That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, Is privilege for thy departure hence :
And think, my patience, more than thy desert, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. Duke. But she, I mean, is promis’d by her Thank me for this, more than for all the favours,
Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee. friends
But if thou linger in my territories, Unto a youthful gentleman of worth;
Longer than swiftest expedition And kept severely from resort of men,
Will give thee time to leave our royal court, That no man hath access by day to her. Val. Why then I would resort to her by By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love
I ever bore my daughter, or thyself. night. Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock’d, and keys But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from
Be gone, I will not hear thy vain excuse, kept safe,
(Erit Duke. That no man hath recourse to her by night.
Val. And why not death, rather than living Val. What lets,* but one may enter at her
torment? window Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her,
To die, is to be banish'd from myself ; ground;
Is self from self; a deadly banishment !
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
And feed upon the shadow of perfection. To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks,
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale ;
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
She is my essence; and I leave to
Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive.
Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him ont.
Laun. So-ho! so-ho! bear it
Pro. What seest thou ? Under a cloak, that is of any length.
Laun. Him we go to find : there's not a hair Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve on's head, but 'tis à Valentine. the turn?
Pro. Valentine? Val. Ay, my good lord.
Val. No. Duke. Then let me see thy cloak;
Pro. Who then? his spirit?
Val. Nothing. Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a Laun. Can nothing epeak? master, shall I cloak?
Pro. Villain, forbear.
Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear: Friend ValenMy thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly ; tine, a word. And slaves they are to me, that send them flying: Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear 0,could their master come and go as lightly,
good news, Himself would lodge, where senseless they are so much of bad already hath possess a them. lying.
Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, * Hinders.
For they are harsh, yntynable, and bad.
Val. Is Silvia dead?
(per) of her conditions. Imprimis, She can fetch Pro. No, Valentine.
and carry. Why, a horse can do no more; nay, Val No, Valentine, indeed, for sacred Sil- a horse cannot fetch, but only carry; therefore, Hath she forsworn me?
(via !- is she better than a jade. Item, She can milk; Pro. No, Valentine.
look you, a sweet virtue in a maid with clean Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn hands. What is your news?
Enter SPEED. Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation that you Speed. How now, signior Launce? what news are vanish'd.
with your mastership? Pre. That thou art banished, O, that's the Laun. With my master's ship? why, it is at news;
[friend. sea. From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake the
Val. O, I have fed upon this wo already, word: What news then in your paper ? And now excess of it will make me surfeit. Laun. The blackest news that ever thou Doth Silvia know that I am banished ?
heard'st. Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the Speed. Why, man, how black? doom,
Laun. Why, as black as ink. (Which, unrevers’d, stands in effectual force,) Speed. Let me read them. A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears : Laun. Fie on thee, jolt-head; thou can'st not Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd; read. With them upon her knees, her humble self ; Speed. Thou liest, I can. Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so be- Laun. I will try thee: Tell me this : Who came them,
begot thee? As if but now they waxed pale for wo:
Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather. But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Laun. O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding thy grandmother : this proves, that thou canst tears,
not read. Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire; Speed. Come, fool, come; try me in thy paper, But Valentine, if he be ta’en, must die.
Laun. There; and saint Nicholas* be thy Besides her intercession chafd him so,
speed ! When she for thy repeal was suppliant,
Speed. Imprimis, She can milk. That to close prison he commanded her,
Laun. Ay, that she can. With many bitter threats of 'biding there. Speed. Item, She brews good ale. Val. No more; unless the next word that Laun. And therefore comes the proverb, thou speak'st,
Blessing of your heart, you brew good ale. Have some malignant power upon my life : Speed. Item, She can sew. If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear, Laun. That's as much as to say, Can she so? As ending anthem of my endless dolour.* Speed. Item, She can knit. Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not Laun. What need a man care for a stock with help,
a wench, when she can knit him a stock. And study help for that which thou lament'st. Speed. Item, She can wash and scour. Time is the nurse and breeder of all good. Laun. A special virtue; for then she need Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love: not be washed and scoured. Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life. Speed. Item, She can spin. Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels And manage it against despairing thoughts. when she can spin for her living. Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence; Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues. Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virEven in the milk-white bosom of thy love. tues; that, indeed, know not their fathers, and The time now serves not to expostulate : therefore have no names. Come, I'll convey thee through the city gate; Speed. Here follow her vices. . And, ere 1 part with thee, confer at large Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues. Of all that may concern thy love affairs : Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, in As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself, respect of her breath. Regard thy danger, and along with me. Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my a breakfast : Read on. boy,
[gate. Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth. Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north- Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath. Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valen- Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep. tine.
Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not Val. O my dear Silvia ! hapless Valentine ! in her talk.
(Exeunt VALENTINE and PROTEUS. Speed. Item, She is slow in words. Laun. I am but a fool, look you ; and yet I Laun. O villain, that set this down among have the wit to think, my master is a kind of her vices ! To be slow in words, is a woman's a knave : but that's all one, if he be but one only virtue: I pray thee, out with't; and place knave. He lives not now, that knows me to it for her chief virtue. be in love : yet I am in love; but a team of horse Specd. Item, She is proud. shall not pluck that from me; nor who 'tis 1 Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, love, and yet 'tis a woman: but that woman, I and cannot be ta’en from her. will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a milk-maid : Speed. Item, She hath no teeth. yet 'tis not a maid, for she hath had gossips : Laun. I care not for that neither, because yet 'tis a maid, for she is her master's maid, I love crusts. and serves for wages. She hath more qualities Speed. Item, She is curst. than a water-spaniel,,which is much in a bare Laun. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth Christian. Here is a cat-log (Pulling out a pa- to bite.
* St. Nicholas presided over young schular.
Speed. Item, She will often praise her liquor. Pro. I do, my lord.
Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall : if she Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant will not, I will; for good things should be How she opposes her against my will. praised.
Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was Speed. Item, She is too liberal.*
here. Laun. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's Duke. Ay, and perversely she persévers so. writ down she is slow of: of her purse she What might we do, to make the girl forget shall not; for that I'll keep shut : now, of The love of Valentine, and love Sir Thurio ? another thing she may; and that I cannot help. Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine Well, proceed.
With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent; Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wil, and Three things that women highly hold in hate. more faults than hairs,and more wealth than faults Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoke in Laun. Stop there; l'll have her : she was
hate. mine and not mine, twice or thrice in that last Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it: article : Rehearse that once more.
Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit,- By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend.
Laun. More hair than wit,-it may be ; I'll Duke. Then you must undertake to slander prove it: The cover of the salt hides the salt,
him. and therefore it is more than the salt; the hair Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loath to that covers the wit, is more than the wit; for 'Tis an ill office for a gentleman; [do : the greater hides the less. What's next? Especially, against his very friend. Speed. And more faults than hairs,
Duke. Where your good word cannot advanLaun. That's monstrous : 0, that that were
tage him, out!
Your slander never can endamage him; Speed. And more wealth than faults. Therefore the office is indifferent
Laun. Why, that word makes the faults gra- Being entreated to it by your friend. cious :t Well, I'll have her : and if it be a Pro. You have prevailed, my lord : if I can match, as nothing is impossible,
do it, Speed. What then?
By aught that I can speak in his dispraise, Laun. Why, then I will tell thee,—that thy She shall not long continue love to him. master stays for thee at the north-gate. But say, this weed her love from Valentine, Speed. For me?
It follows not that she will love Sir Thurio. Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou ? he hath Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from staid for a better man than thee.
him, Speed. And must I go to him?
Lest it should ravel, and be good to none, Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast You must provide to bottom it on me : staid so long, thạt going will scarce serve the Which must be done, by praising me as much turn.
As you in worth dispraise Sir Valentine. Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner ; 'pox of Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in your love-letters!
this kind; Laun. Now will he be swinged for reading Because we know, on Valentine's report, my letter : An unmannerly slave, that will You are already love's firm votary, thrust himself into secrets !-I'll after, to re- | And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. joice in the boy's correction.
[Erit. Upon this warrant shall you have access, SCENE II. - The same.-A Room in the Where you with Silvia may confer at large; DUKE's Palace.
For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy, Enter DUKE and TAUR10; Proteus behind. And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you ;
Where you may temper her, by your persuasion, Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will To hate young Valentine, and love my friend.
Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect:Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight.
But you, Sir Thurio, are not sharp enough; Thu. Since his exile she hath despis’d me most, You must lay lime,* to tangle her desires, Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me,
By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes That I am desperate of obtaining her.
Should be full fraught with serviceable vows. Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure
Duke. Ay, much the force of heaven-bred Trenchedf in ice; which with an hour's heat
poesy. Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form.
Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,
You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart: And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.- Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears
Sir Proteus? Is your countryman, Moist it again; and frame some feeling line, According to our proclamation, gone?
That may discover such integrity : Pro. Gone, my good lord.
For Orpheus' lute was strung with poet's Duke. My daughter takes his going griev
Whose golden touch could soften steel and Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not (Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.
After your dire-lamenting elegies, Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee, (For thou hast shown some sign of good desert,) With some sweet concert: to their instruments
Visit by night your lady's chamber-window Makes me the better to confer with thee.
Tune a deploring dump;t the night's dead Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, silence Let me not live to look upon your grace.
Will well become such sweet complaining Duke. Thou know'st, how willingly I would This, or else nothing, will inherit her. effect
[ter. The match between Sir Thurio and my daugh
Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been
in love. * Licentious in language. † Graceful, * Cut. * Birdlime.
| Mournful elegr.