Val. Ay, my good lord; a son that well Confirm his welcome with some special favour. deserves Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, 103 The honour and regard of such a father. Duke. You know him well? 60 Val. I know him as myself; for from our infancy We have convers'd and spent our hours together: And though myself have been an idle truant, 65 To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection, 72 76 He is as worthy for an empress' love Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he. That you are worthless. 116 I will not flatter her. 148 Pro. When I was sick ydar Jove delights in And I must minister the like to you. Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine, 152 Yet let her be a principality, 164 184 Determin'd of: how I must climb her window, 188 193 196 200 204 [Exit VALENTINE. Even as one heat another heat expels, Or as one nail by strength drives out another, So the remembrance of my former love Is by a newer object quite forgotten. Is it mine eye, or Valentinus' praise, Her true perfection, or my false transgression, That Takes me reasonless to reason thus? Which, like a waxelia that I love,Bears no impression of the thing'.thaw'd, Methinks my zeal to Valentine is cold, And that I love him not as I was wont: O! but I love his lady too-too much; And that's the reason I love him so little. How shall I dote on her with more advice, 208 That thus without advice begin to love her? 'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld, And that hath dazzled my reason's light; But when I look on her perfections, There is no reason but I shall be blind. If I can check my erring love, I will; If not, to compass her I'll use my skill. [Exit. SCENE V.-The Same. A Street. Enter SPEED and LAUNCE. Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Milan! 212 Launce. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth, for I am not welcome. I reckon this always that a man is never undone till he be hanged; nor never welcome to a place till some certain shot be paid and the hostess say, 'Welcome!' 7 Speed. Come on, you madcap, I'll to the alehouse with you presently; where, for one shot of five pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, how did thy master part Iwith Madam Julia? 12 Launce. Marry, after they closed in earnest, 176 they parted very fairly in jest. Val. Ay, and we are betroth'd: nay, more, our marriage-hour, With all the cunning manner of our flight, 180 Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with them? Launce. Marry, thus; when it stands well with him, it stands well with her. 24 Speed. What an ass art thou! I understand thee not. Launce. What a block art thou, that thou canst not! My staff understands me. 28 Speed. What thou sayest? 32 Launce. Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I'll but lean, and my staff understands me. Speed. It stands under thee, indeed. Launce. Why, stand-under and under-stand is all one. Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match? Launce. Ask my dog: if he say ay, it will; if he say no, it will; if he shake his tail and say nothing, it will. never Speed. The conclusion is then that it 41 Launce. Thou shalt not it so. But, Launce, from me thou, that my master is become a notable lover? 44 Launce. I never knew him otherwise. Launce. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him to be. 48 Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest me. Launce. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy master. 52 Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover. Launce. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to the alehouse so; if not, thou art a Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian. 8 12 17 20 O sweet-suggesting Love! if thou hast sinn'd, 28 32 36 SCENE VII.-Verona. A Room in JULIA's House. Enter JULIA and LUCETTA. Jul. Counsel, Lucetta; gentle girl, assist me: And e'en in kind love I do conjure thee, Who art the table wherein all my thoughts Are visibly character'd and engrav'd, To lesson me and tell me some good mean How, with my honour, I may undertake A journey to my loving Proteus. Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. 8 Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps; Much less shall she that hath Love's wings to fly, And when the flight is made to one so dear, 12 Of such divine perfection, as Sir Proteus. But when his fair course is not hindered, 32 Luc. If you think so, then stay at home and go not. Jul. Nay, that I will not. Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go. 64 If Proteus like your journey when you come, No matter who's displeas'd when you are gone. I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal. Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear: 68 A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears, And instances of infinite of love Warrant me welcome to my Proteus. Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect; 12 do to Jannitful man. 73 But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth: Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that wrong To bear a hard opinion of his truth: Till the last step have brought me to my love; 36 And presently go with me to my chamber, And there I'll rest, as after much turmoil Luc. But in what habit will you go along? 41 Luc. Why, then, your ladyship must cut your hair. 44 Luc. You must needs have them with a cod-piece, madam. Jul. Õut, out, Lucetta! that will be illfavour'd. Luc. A round hose, madam, now's not worth a pin, Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on. 56 60 To take a note of what I stand in need of ACT HI. 80 84 88 [Exeunt. The law of friendship bids me to conceal; 12 I know you have determin'd to bestow her 72 And, may I say to thee. this pride of hers, 28 Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her; And, where I thought the remnant of Inino age Should have been cherish'd by her child-like Sir Valentine her company and my court; mean 36 Duke. There is a lady of Verona here, Whom I affect; but she is nice and coy And nought esteems my aged eloquence: 40 Now therefore, would I have thee to my tutor, For long agone I have forgot to court; Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd, How and which way I may bestow myself To be regarded in her sun-bright eye. How he her chamber-window will ascend 44 But, good my lord, do it so cunningly know That I had any light from thee of this. 85 88 Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words: Dumb jewels often in their silent kind More than quick words do move a woman's mind. 48 Pro. Adieu, my lord: Sir Valentine is coming. Val. A woman sometime scorns what best contents her. Enter VALENTINE. Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast? Val. Please it your Grace, there is a mes senger [Exit. 52 Send her another; never give her o'er, 96 100 faces. That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. 105 Duke. But she I mean is promis'd by her friends Unto a youthful gentleman of worth, |