Val. The tenour of them doth but fignify My health, and happy being at your Court. Duke. Nay then, no matter; ftay with me a while;: I am to break with thee of fome affairs, That touch me near; wherein thou must be fecret. And turn her out to who will take her in: Val. Win her with gifts, if the refpects not words; Sir, in Milan here. It ought to be thus, instead-of-in Verona bere for the Scene apparently is in Milan, as is clear from several paffages in the first Act, and in the beginning of the first Scene of the fourth Act. A like mistake has crept into the eighth Scene of A&IL where Speed bids his fellow fervant Launce, welcome to Padua. Mr. POPE. Dumb Dumb jewels often in their filent kind, More than quick words, do move a woman's mind, For fcorn at firft makes after-love the more.. And kept severely from refort of men, Val. Why then I would refort to her by night. Val. What lets, but one may enter at her window? Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground, And built fo fhelving, that one cannot climb it Without apparent hazard of his life. Val: Why then a ladder quaintly made of cords, Duke. Now, as thou art a Gentleman of blood, Val. When would you use it? pray, Sir, tell me that. Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, That longs for ev'ry thing that he can come by. Val. By feven a clock I'll get you fuch a ladder.. Duke. But hark thee: I will go to her alone ;. How fhall I beft convey the ladder thither. ? Val. It will be light, my Lord, that you may bear it Under a cloak that is of any length. Duke. A cloak as long as thine will ferve the turn? Val. Ay, my good Lord. Duke. Then let me fee thy cloak; I'll get me one of fuch another length. Val. Why, any cloak will ferve the turn, my Lord. Duke. How fhall I fashion me to wear a cloak? I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me. What letter is this fame? what's here? To Silvia? And here an engine fit for my proceeding? I'll be fa bold to break the feal for once. [Duke reads. "My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly, "And flaves they are to me, that fend them flying: "Oh, could their mafter come and go as lightly. "Himself would lodge, where fenfelefs they are lying; "My herald thoughts in thy pure bofom reft them, "While I, their King, that thither them importune, "Docurfe the grace, that with fuch grace hath bleft them, "Because myself do want my fervant's fortune: "I curfe myself, for they are fent by me; "That they fhould barbour, where their lord would be.” Thank me for this, more than for all the favours, Will give thee time to leave our royal Court, Be Be gone, I will not hear thy vain excufe, But as thou lov'ft thy life, make speed from hence. [Exit. And Silvia is myfelf; banish'd from her, Enter Protheus and Launce. Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. Pro. What feeft thou? Laun, Him we go to find; There's not an hair on's head, but 'tis a Valentine. Pro. Valentine, Val. No. Pro. Who then; his fpirit? Val. Neither. Pro. What then? Val. Nothing. Laun. Can nothing fpeak? mafter, fhall I ftrike? Pro. Whom wouldst thou ftrike? Laun. Nothing. Pro. Villain, forbear. Laun. Why, Sir, I'll ftrike nothing; I pray you, Pro. I fay, forbear: friend Valentine, a word. Val. My ears are ftopt, and cannot hear good news, So much of bad already hath poffeft them. Pro. Then in dumb filence will I bury mine; Pro. No, Valentine. Val. No Valentine, indeed, for facred Silvia! Hath the forfworn me? Pro. No, Valentine. Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forfworn me! What is your news? Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation that youare vanish'd. Pro. That thou art banish'd; oh, that is the news, From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend. Val. Oh, I have fed upon this woe already; And now excefs of it will make me furfeit. Doth Silvia know that I am banish'd? Pro. Ay, ay; and fhe hath offer'd to the doom, But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Val. Nomore; unless the next word, that thou speak'ft, Have fome malignant power upon my life: If fo, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear, Pro. Ceafe to lament for that thou canst not help, Befides, |