! 1 Speed. Ever since you loved her. I have loved her ever since I saw her, and still Speed. Marry, by these special marks. First, you have learn'd, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms, like a mal-content; to relish a love-song, like a robin-redbreast; to walk alone, like one that had the pestilence; to sigh, like a schoolboy that had lost his A BC; to weep, like a young wench that had buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laugh'd, to crow like a cock; when you walk'd, to walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was pre-eyes; or your own eyes had the lights they were sently after dinner; when you look'd sadly, it was for want of money; and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master. Valentine If you love her, you cannot see her. Why? Valentine. Speed. Because love is blind. O! that you had mine wont to have, when you chid at sir Proteus for going ungartered! Valentine. What should I see then? Your own present folly, and her passing deformity; for he, being in love, could not see to garter his hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose. Valentine. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes. Speed. True, sir; I was in love with my bed. I thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours. Valentine. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. I would you were set, so your affection would cease. Last night she enjoin'd me to write some lines to one she loves. Speed. And have you? Valentine. I have. "Speed. Are they not lamely writ? Valentine. manners. 1 Speed. And yet take this again; - and yet I thank you, And that letter hath she deliver'd, and there Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more. Speed. an end. Valentine. And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day, it. Enter Panthino. Sir Proteus, you are stay'd for. Go; I come, I come. Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. [Exeunt. SCENE 11I. The same. A Street. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping: all the kind of the Launces have this very fault. I have received my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with sir Proteus to the imperial's court. I think Crab, my dog, be the sourest-natured dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, Wilt thou go? 1 and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did SCENE IV. Milan. A Room in the Duke's not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear. He is a stone, a very pebble-stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog; a Jew would have wept to have seen our parting: why, my grandam having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it. This shoe is my father; - no, this left shoe is my father: no, no, this left shoe is my mother;-nay, that cannot be so, neither:yes, it is so, it is so; it hath the worser sole. This shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father. A vengeance on't! there 'tis: now, sir, this staff is my sister; for, look you, she is as white as a lily, and as small as a wand: this hat is Nan, our maid: I am the dog; no, the dog is himself, and I am the dog, -O! the dog is me, and I am myself: ay, so 50. Now come I to my father; "Father, your bless. ing:" now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping: now should I kiss my father; well, he weeps on. Now, come I to my mother, (O, that she could speak now!) like a wood woman: -well, I kiss her; why there 'tis; here's my mother's breath up and down. Now come I to my sister; mark the moan she makes: now, the dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word, but see how I lay the dust with my tears. Enter Panthino. Panthino. Palace. So do counterfeits. Valentine. So do you. Thurio. What seem I that I am not? Valentine. Wise. Thurio. What instance of the contrary? Valentine. Your folly. Thurio. And how quote you my folly? Valentine. Valentine. I quote it in your Jerkin. Thurio. My jerkin is a doublet. Valentine. Well, then, I'll double your folly. How? Thurio. Silvia. We have convers'd, and spent our hours to gether: And though myself have been an idle truant, What, angry, sir Thurio do you change Come all the praises that I now bestow) colour? Valentine. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time. Valentine. I know it well, sir: you always end ere you begin. Silvia. He is complete in feature, and in mind, Beshrew me, sir, but, if he make this good, Valentine. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he. Welcome him, then, according to his worth. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly For Valentine, I need not 'cite him to it. Then speak the truth by her: if not divine, Yet let her be a principality, Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth. Proteus. Except my mistress. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself. Enter Thurto. Madam, my lord, your father, would speak with you. Silvia. I wait upon his pleasure: come, sir Thurio, Go with me.- Once more, new servant, welcome: I'll leave you to confer of home-affairs; Valentine. Sweet, except not any, Proteus. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? And I will help thee to prefer her, too: When you have done, we look to hear from you. And make rough winter everlastingly. Valentine. Not for the world. Why, man, she is mine With all the cunning manner of our flight Proteus. Go on before; I shall enquire you forth. [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, |