And kept severely from resort of men, 108 What's here? Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee. Go, basc intruder! overweening slave! 164 168 Val. And why not death rather than living To die is to be banish'd from myself; Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the There is no music in the nightingale; Val. Ay, my good lord. lord. Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me. 136 And here an engine fit for my proceeding! * My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly; 140 Himself would lodge where senseless they are My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them; Because myself do want my servants' fortune: Unless I look on Silvia in the day, Enter PROTEUS and LAUNCE. 172 176 180 184 Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me! What is your news? 216 Launce. Sir, there is a proclamation that you are vanished. Pro. That thou art banished, O, that's the news, From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend. Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom223 Which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual forceA sea of melting pearl, which some call tears: Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd; With them, upon her knees, her humble self; Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became them As if but now they waxed pale for woe: 228 But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Have some malignant power upon my life: 236 252 Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd Val. I pray thee, Launce, and if thou seest my boy, Bid him make haste and meet me at the North-gate. Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. 260 Val. O my dear Silvia! hapless Valentine! [Exeunt VALENTINE and PROTEUS. Launce. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have the wit to think my master is a kind of a knave: but that's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not now that knows me to be in love: yet I am in love; but a team of horse shall not pluck that from me, nor who 'tis I love; and yet 'tis a woman; but what woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a milkmaid; yet 'tis not a maid, for she hath had gossips; yet 'tis a maid, for she is her master's maid, and serves for wages. She hath more qualities than a water-spaniel,-which is much in a bare Christian. [Pulling out a paper.] Here is the catelog of her condition. Imprimis, She can fetch and carry. Why, a horse can do no more: nay, a horse cannot fetch, but only carry; therefore, is she better than a jade. Item, She can milk; look you, a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands. Enter SPEED. 280 240 Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth. Launce. That makes amends for her sour breath. Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep. 336 Launce. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in her talk. Speed. Item, She is slow in words. Launce. O villain, that set this down among her vices! To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue: I pray thee, out with't, and place it for her chief virtue. Speed. Item, She is proud. 344 Launce. Out with that too: it was Eve's legacy, and cannot be ta'en from her. Speed. Item, She hath no teeth. Launce. I care not for that neither, because I love crusts. Speed. Item, She is curst. 349 Launce. Of her tongue she cannot, for that's writ down she is slow of: of her purse she shall not, for that I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she may, and that cannot I help. Well, proceed. Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults. 365 Launce. Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine, and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article. Rehearse that once more. 368 Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit.— Launce. More hair than wit it may be; I'll prove it: the cover of the salt hides the salt, and therefore it is more than the salt; the hair, that covers the wit is more than the wit, for the greater hides the less. What's next? Speed. And more faults than hairs.— 376 Launce. That's monstrous! O, that that were out! Speed. And more wealth than faults. Launce. Why, that word makes the faults gracious. Well, I'll have her; and if it be a match, as nothing is impossible, Speed. What then? A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, And worthless Valentine shall be forgot. Enter PROTEUS. How now, Sir Proteus! Is your countryman According to our proclamation gone? Pro. Gone, my good lord. 12 Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously. Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so. Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee,- 17 For thou hast shown some sign of good desert,Makes me the better to confer with thee. Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your Grace Let me not live to look upon your Grace. 21 Duke. Thou know'st how willingly I would effect The match between Sir Thurio and my daughter. Pro. I do, my lord. 24 Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant How she opposes her against my will. Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. Duke. Ay, and perversely she persevers so. 28 What might we do to make the girl forget The love of Valentine, and love Sir Thurio? Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent, Three things that women highly hold in hate. Duke. Ay, but she'll think that it is spoke in hate. Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it: Therefore it must with circumstance be spoken By one whom she esteemeth as his friend. 37 60 And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. But you, Sir Thurio, are not sharp enough; Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy. 68 72 This, or else nothing, will inherit her. Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in love. 88 Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in practice. Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver, To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in music. 92 Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after And afterward determine our proceedings. Duke. Even now about it! I will pardon you. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I.-A Forest between Milan and Verona. Enter certain Outlaws. 52 First Out. Fellows, stand fast; I see a passenger. Sec. Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down with 'em. Enter VALENTINE and SPEED. Myself was from Verona banished 48 Third Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you For practising to steal away a lady, If not, we'll make you sit and rifle you. 4 Speed. Sir, we are undone: these are the Who, in my mood, I stabb'd unto the heart. villains That all the travellers do fear so much. Val. My friends,— First Out. That's not so, sir; we are your enemies. Sec. Out. Peace! we'll hear him. 8 First Out. And I for such like petty crimes But to the purpose; for we cite our faults, 52 With goodly shape, and by your own report 56 Third Out. Ay, by my beard, will we, for he A linguist, and a man of such perfection is a proper man. Third Out. Have you long sojourn'd there? Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might have stay'd 21 If crooked fortune had not thwarted me. Sec. Out. For what offence? 24 Sec. Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have offer'd. Val. I take your offer and will live with you, Provided that you do no outrages Val. For that which now torments me to On silly women, or poor passengers. Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom. SCENE II.-Milan. The Court of the DUKE'S Sec. Out. Have you the tongues? Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, She twits me with my falsehood to my friend; & 12 |