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And kept severely from resort of men,
That no man hath access by day to her.

108 What's here?

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Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee.
'Tis so; and here's the ladder for the purpose.
Why, Phaethon,-for thou art Merops' son,-
Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car
And with thy daring folly burn the world?
Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on

Go, basc intruder! overweening slave!
Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates,
And think my patience, more than thy desert,
Is privilege for thy departure hence.
Thank me for this more than for all the favours
Which all too much I have bestow'd on thee.
But if thou linger in my territories
Longer than swiftest expedition
Will give thee time to leave our royal court,
By heaven! my wrath shall far exceed the love
I ever borc my daughter or thyself.
Be gone! I will not hear thy vain excuse;
But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from



Val. And why not death rather than living

To die is to be banish'd from myself;
And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her
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?
Unless it be to think that she is by
And feed upon the shadow of perfection.
Except I be by Silvia in the night,

Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the There is no music in the nightingale;

Val. Ay, my good lord.
Then let me see thy cloak: 132
I'll get me one of such another length.
Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my


Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a

I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me. 136
[Pulls open VALENTINE'S cloak.
What letter is this same? What's here?-To

And here an engine fit for my proceeding!
I'll be so bold to break the seal for once.


My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly; 140
And slaves they are to me that send them flying:
O could their master come and go as lightly,

Himself would lodge where senseless they are

My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them;
While I, their king, that thither them importune,
Do curse the grace that with such grace hath bless'd

Because myself do want my servants' fortune:
I curse myself, for they are sent by me,
That they should harbour where their lord would be.

Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon.
She is my essence; and I leave to be,
If I be not by her fair influence
Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive.
I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom:
Tarry I here, I but attend on death;
But, fly I hence, I fly away from life.






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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.
Val. O, I have fed upon this woe already, 220
And now excess of it will make me surfeit.
Doth Silvia know that I am banished?

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:


But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire; 232
But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die.
Besides, her intercession chaf'd him so,
When she for thy repeal was suppliant,
That to close prison he commanded her,
With many bitter threats of biding there.
Val. No more; unless the next word that
thou speak'st

Have some malignant power upon my life:
If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear,
As ending anthem of my endless dolour.



Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd
Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.
The time now serves not to expostulate:
Come, I'll convey thee through the city-gate,
And, ere I part with thee, confer at large
Of all that may concern thy love-affairs.
As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself, 256
Regard thy danger, and along with me!

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.


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.


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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.


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.


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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?

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A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.


How now, Sir Proteus! Is your countryman According to our proclamation gone?

Pro. Gone, my good lord.


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.


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.


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And cannot soon revolt and change your mind.
Upon this warrant shall you have access
Where you with Silvia may confer at large;
For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy,
And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you;
Where you may temper her, by your persuasion
To hate young Valentine and love my friend. 65
Pro. As much as I can do I will effect.

But you, Sir Thurio, are not sharp enough;
You must lay lime to tangle her desires
By wailful sonnets, whose composed rimes
Should be full-fraught with serviceable vows.
Duke. Ay,

Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.



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This, or else nothing, will inherit her.

Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in love.


Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in practice.

Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver,
Let us into the city presently

To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in music. 92
I have a sonnet that will serve the turn
To give the onset to thy good advice.
Duke. About it, gentlemen!

Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after

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And afterward determine our proceedings. Duke. Even now about it! I will pardon you. [Exeunt.


SCENE I.-A Forest between Milan and Verona. Enter certain Outlaws.


First Out. Fellows, stand fast; I see a passenger.

Sec. Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but

down with 'em.


Myself was from Verona banished


Third Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you For practising to steal away a lady,
have about ye;
An heir, and near allied unto the duke.
Sec Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman,

If not, we'll make you sit and rifle you.


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.


First Out. And I for such like petty crimes
as these.

But to the purpose; for we cite our faults,
That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives;
And, partly, seeing you are beautified


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.

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Third Out. Have you long sojourn'd there? Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might have stay'd


If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.
Sec. Out. What! were you banish'd thence?
Val. I was.

Sec. Out. For what offence?


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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.

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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?

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Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine,
And now I must be as unjust to Thurio.
Under the colour of commending him,
I have access my own love to prefer:
But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,
To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.
When I protest true loyalty to her,

She twits me with my falsehood to my friend; &
When to her beauty I commend my vows,
She bids me think how I have been forsworn
In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov'd:
And notwithstanding all her sudden quips,
The least whereof would quell a lover's hope,
Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love,
The more it grows, and fawneth on her still.


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