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Val. Love is your master, for he masters you;

And he that is so yoked by a fool,
SCENE 1.- An open Place in Verona. Methinks should not be clironicled for wise.

Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud

The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus ; Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits : Val. And writers say, As the irost forward bad
Wer't not, affection chains thy tender day's

Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,
To the sweet glances of thy lionour'd love, Even so ty love the young and tender wit
I rather wouid entreat thy cor:pany,

Is turn’d io toily; blasting in the bud,
To see the wonders of the world abroad,

Losing his verdure even in the prime,
Than, iiving dully sluggardized at home,

And all the fair elleats of future hopes.
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,
But, since thou lovesi, love still, and thrive therein That art a votary to fund desire ?
Even as I would, when I to love begin.

Once more adie: my father at the road
Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu! Expects my coming, ihere to see me shipp'd.
Think on thy Proteus, when thou, baply, seest Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel;

Vul. Sweet Protens, no ; now let us take our leave. W:sh me partaker in ihy happiness,

At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy danger of thy success in love, and what neus else If ever danger do environ thee,

Belidetli here in absence of thy friend; Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,

And I likewise will visit thee with mine. Por I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine.

Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Val. As much to you at liome! And so farewell! Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee.

(Exit Valentine. Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, Pro. He after honour hunts, I atier love; How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. He leaves his friends, to dignify them inore ;

Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love; I leave mysell, my friends, and all for love. For he was more than over shees in love.

Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphoser me; Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, Vade me neglect my studies, lose my time, And yet you never swam the Hellespont.

War with good counsel, set ihe worid at roug. Pro. Over the boots? Nay, give me not the boots. Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.

thought. Pro. What? Tal. To be

Enter SPEED. In love, wiere scorn Lought with groans; coy Speed. Sir Proteus, save you; Saw you my mas looks,

ter? Wit! leart-sore sighs ; one fading moment's mirth, Pro. But now he parted hence to embark for Milan, With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights : Speed. Twenty to one :ten, he is shipp'd already; If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain;

And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him. If lost, why then a grievous labour won;

Prv. Indeed a sheep dotlı very often stray, However, but a folly bought with wit,

And ifike shepherd be a while away. Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

Speed. You conclude that my master is a shepPro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. herd then, and I a sheep? Vul. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll

Pro. I do. prove.

Speed. Why then niy horns are his horns, whePro. 'Tis lure you cavil at; I am not Love.

ther I wake or sleep.

Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. . A humourrus punishment at harvest-ho.me Speed. This proves me still a sheep. feasts, &c.

Pro. True ; and thy master a shepherd.

a Milan.

beloved by Protey er, beloved by Van to Julia.

a ; sometimes in a
les of Manila

.; for he masters Fat

a fooi. Oricted for me in the sweetest bed

tating love fall.

lule rost forward it blon, and tender mit in the bod,

the prine, ature hopes.

Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour?
Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another. Luc. As of a knight wellmspoken, neat and fine ;

Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the But, were l you, he never should be mine.'
sheep the shepherd; but I se k my master, and my Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ?
master seeks pot me: therefore I am no sheep. Luc. Weli, of his wealth ; but of himsell, so, so.

Pro, The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ? the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou Lau. Lord, lord! To see what folly reigns in us! for wages followest thy master, thy master for Jul. How now! What means this passion at his wages follows not thee: therefore, thou art a

name? sheep.

Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame, Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa. That I, unworthy body as I am,

Pro. But dost thou hear ? Gavest thou my letter Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. to Julia ?

Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ? Speed. Ay, Sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your let. Luc. Then thus,-of many good I think him best. ter to her, a laced mutton* : and she, a laced mutton, Jul. Your reason? gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour. Luc. I have no «ther but a woman's reason;

Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store I think him so, because I think him so. of muttons.

Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were

him? best stick her.

Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Pro. Nay, in that you're astray; 'twere best pound Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never moved me. you.

Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Speed. Nay, Sir, less than a pound shall serv Jul. His little speaking shews his love but small. me for carrying your letter.

Lac. Fire, that is closest kept, burns inost of all.
Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold. Jul. They do not love, that do not shew their love.
Pro. From a pound to a pin? Fold it over and Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their

'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your Jul. I would, I knew his mind.

Luc. Peruse this paper, madam.
Pro. But what said she? Did she nod!

Jul. 70 Julia-Say, from whom?

(Speed nods. Luc. That the contents will shew.
Speed. I.

Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee?
Pro. Nod, I? Why, that's noddy +.

Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from
Speed. You mistook, Sir; I say, she did nod : and

Proteus : you ask me, if she did nod; aid I say, I.

He would have given it you, but I, being in the Pro. And that set together, is-noddy.

way, Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it to- Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault I gether, take it for your pains.

pray. Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker t: letter,

Dare you presunie to harbour wanton lines ? Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear To whisper and conspire against my youth? with you.

Now, trust me, 'tis an oflice of great worth, Pro. Why, why, Sir, how do you bear with me? And you an otticer fit for the place.

Speed. Marry, Sir, the letter very orderly; hav. There, take the paper, see it be return'd ;
ing nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains. else return no niore into my sight.

Pro. Beshrew $ me, but you have a quick wil. Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.
Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. Jul. Will you begone ?
Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief: What Luc. That you may ruminate,

(Erit. said she?

Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter. Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the It were a shame to call her back again, matter, may be both at once deliver'd.

And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. Pro. Well, Sir, here is for your pains: What said Whai tool is she, that knows I am a maid, she?

And would not force the letter to my view ? Speed. Truly, Sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that

Pro. Why couldst thou perceive so much from Which they would have the proferrer construe, Ay. her ?

Fie, fie! How wayward is this foolish love, Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, her; do not so much as a ducat for delivering your And presentiy, all humbled, kiss the rod ! letter; and being so hard to me that brought your How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, mind, 'I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in telling When willingly I would have had her here! her mind. Ġive her no token but stones; for she's How angrily I taught my brow to frown, as hard as steel.

When inward joy enforced my heart to smile!
Pro. What, said she nothing?

My penance is, to call Lucetta back,
Speed. No, not so much as--take this for thy pains. And ask remission for my folly past :
To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have tes. What ho! Lucetta!
tern'd me; in requital whereot, henceforth carry
your letters yourself: and so, Sir, I'll commend you

Re-enter LUCETTA.
to my master.

(wreck; Luc. What would your ladyship? Pro. Go, go, he gone, to save your ship from Jul. Is it near dinner time Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,

Laic. I would it were ; eing destined to a drier death on shore :

That you might kill your stomach on your meat, tovust go send some better messenger;

And not upon your maid.
I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines,

Jul. What is't you took up
Receiving them from such a worthless post. So gingerly?

(Ereunt. Luc. Nothing.

Jul. Why didst thou stoop then ?
SCENE II.-The same.-Carden of Julia's House. Lauc. To take a paper up that I let fall.

Jul. And is that paper nothing!

Lau. Nothing concerning me.
Jul. Bat say, Lucetta, now we are alone,

Jul. Then lei it lie for those that it concerns.
Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love? Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,
Lac. Av, madam ; so you stumble not unheed. Unless it bave a false interpreter.

Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme.
Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen,

Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a lune :
That every day with parle li encounter me,

Give me a note : your ladyship can set.
In thy opinion, which is worthiest love?

Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible :
Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll shew Best sing it to the tune of light o Lore.
my mind

Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.
According to my shallow simple skill.

Jul. Heavy ? Belike it hath some burden then. • A term for a conrtezan. + A game at cards. . Pass sentence.

+ A match-maker. + Ill betide. ý Given me a sixpence. | Talk.

: Passion or obstinacy.

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Eru. Ay; and melodicus were it, would you sing it. And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Jul. Ani why not you?

Not being tried, and tutord in the world :
Luc. I cannot reach so high.

Experience is by industry archieved,
Jul. Let's see your song :-How now, minion ? And perfected by the swift course of time :

Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him !
And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune.

Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,
Jui. You do not !

How his companion, yonthful Valentine, Luc. No, madam ; it is too sharp.

Attends the emperor in his royal court. Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.

Ant. I know it well. Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,

Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent And mar the concord with too harsh a drscant:

him thither: There wanteth but a meant to fill your song.

There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,
Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen ;
Luc. Indeed, I bid the base 1 for Proteus, And be in eye of every exercise,
Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.
Here is a coil 6 with protestation !-..

Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thon adrised :

(Tears the Letter. And, that thou may’st perceive how well I like it, Go, get you gone ; and let the papers lie :

The execution of it shall make known; You would be fingering them, to anger me.

Even with the specdiest expedition Luc. She makes it strange ; but she would be best I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. pleased

Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Al To be so anger'd with another letter. (Exit. With other gentlemen of good esteemi, (phonso,

Jul. Nay,would I were so anger'd with the same! Are journeying to salute the emperor,
O hateful hands, to tear such loving words !

And to commend their service to his will.
Injurious wasps ? To feed on such sweet honey, Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go:
And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings And, in good time,-now will we break with him
I'll kiss each several paper for amends.
And here is writ-kind Julia ;-unkind Julia !

Enter PROTRUS. As in revenge of thy ingratitude,

Pro. Sweet love! Sweet lines ! Sweet fe I throw thy name against the bruising stones, Here is her hand the agent of her heart : Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain,

Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn : Look, here is writ--love-wounded Proteus :-- O, that our father's would applaud our loves, Poor wounded name! My bosom, as a bed,

To seal our happiness with their consents ! Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be thoroughly O heavenly Julia!

(there! heal'd ;

Ant. How now? What letter are you reading And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.

Pro. May't please your lordshup', 'tis a word or two But twice, or thrice, was Protens written down 1 Of cominendation sent from Valentine, Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,

Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. Till I have found each letter in the letter,

Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear Pro. There is no news, my lord ; but that he Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,

How happily he lives, how well beloved, (writes And throw it thence into the raging sea !

And daily graced by the emperor ; Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,

Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,

Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish ? To the sweet Julia ; -that I'll tear away ;

Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, And yet I will not, sith || so prettily

And not depending on his friendly wish. He couples it to his complaining names :

Aut. My will is something sorted with his wish: Thus will I fold them one upon another;

Muse + not that I thus suddenly proceed;
Now, kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. For what I will, I will, and there an end.

I am resolved that thou shalt spend some time
Re-enter LUCETTA.

With Valentinus in the emperor's court;
Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father What maintenance he from his friends receives,
Jul. Well, let us go.

(stays. Like exhibition I thou shalt have from me.
Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales To-morrow be in readiness to go:

Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided ; Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: Please you, deliberate a day or two. Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. Ant. Look, what thou want'rt, shall be sent after Jul. I see, you have a inonth's mind to them.

thee: Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you No more of stay ; to-morrow thou must go.see ;

Come on, Panthino ; you shall be employ'd I see things too, although you judge I wink.

To hasten on his expedition. (Excunt Ant. and Pant. Jul. Come, come, will’t please you go? (Ereunt.

Pro. Thus have I shund the fire for fear of

burning; SCENE III.-The same.- A Room in ANTONIO'S And trench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd: House.

I fear'd to shew my father Julia's letter,

Lest he should take exceptions to my love;

And with the vantage of mine own excuse
Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Hath he excepted most against my love.
Where with my brother held you in the cloister? 0, how this spring of love resembleth

Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. The uncertain glory of an April day;
Ant. Why, what of him?

Which now shews all the beauty of the sun
Pant. He wonder'd, that your lordship

And by and by a cloud takes all away!
Would suffer him to spend luis youth at home;
While other men, of slender reputation**,

Re-enter PANTHINO.
Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:

Pant. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you;
Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there; He is in haste, therefore, I pray you, ço.
Some, to discover islands far away ;

Pro. Why, this it is ! My heari accords thereto; Some, to the studious universities.

And yet a thousand times it answers, no. (Ezeunt. For any, or for all these exercises, He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet;

And did request me, to importune you,
To let him spend his time no more at home, SCENE I.-Milan.-An Apartment in the DUKE'S
Which would be great impeachment H to his age,

In having known no travel in his youth.
Ant. Nor need'st thou much inportune me to that

Whereon this month I have been hammering, Speed. Sir, your glove.
I have consider'd well his loss of time;

Val. Not mine; my gloves are on.


Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is but • A term in music. + The tenor in music. I A challenge. Bustle, stir. || Since. • Break the matter to him.

+ Wonder. & Serious. ** Little consequence. # Reproach.



And yet,

Val. Ha! Let me see : ay, give it me, il's mine:

Enter SILVIA. Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine !

Speed. O excellent motion.! O exceeding puppet i Ah, Silvia ! Silvia !

Now will he interpret to her. Speed. Madam Silvia ! Madam Silvia !

Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good morVal. How now, sirrah ?

rows. Speed. She is not within hearing, Sir.

Speed. 0, 'give you good even! Here's a million Val. Why, Sir, who bade you call her ?

of manners.

(Aside. Speed. Your worship, Sir; or else I mistook.

Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thouVal. Well, you'll still be too forward. Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too

Speed. He should give her interest; and she gives Val. Go to, Sir; tell me, do you know madam

it him. Speed. She that your worship loves ? (Silvia ?

Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter, Val. Why, how know you that I am in love?

Unto the secret nameless friend of yours; Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you have learn'd, like Sir Proteus, to wreath your arms But for my duty to your ladyship..

Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,

[done. like a male-content; to relish a love-song, like a

Sil. I thank you, gentle servant; 'tis very clerklyt robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like one that bad

Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off; the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had lost his A. B. C; to weep, like a young wench that I writ at random, very doubtfully.

For being ignorant to whom it goes,

(pains ? had buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes

Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much diet•; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak Val. No, madam ; so it stead you, I will write, puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas t. You were Please you conimand, a thousand times as much : wont, when you laugh'd, to crow like a cock; when you walk'd, to walk like one of the lions; when you Sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel ; fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you

And yet I will not name it :-and yet I care not ;look'd sadly, it was for want of money : and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.

And yet take this again ;-and yet I thank you ; look on you, I can hardly think you my master.

Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet. Val. Are all these things perceived in me ?

(Aside, Speed. They are all perceived without you. Val. What means your ladyship? Do you not Val. Without me? They cannot.

like it? Speed. Without you ? Nay, that's certain ; for, Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ: without you were so simple, none else would : but

But since unwillingly, take them again; you are so without these follies, that these follies are Nay, take them. within you, and shine through like the water in Val. Madam they are for you. an urinal; ihat not an eye, that sees you, but is a Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, Sir, at my request; physician to comment on your malady.

But I will none of them; they are for you: Val. But, tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia? I would have had them writ more movingly.

Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at Fal. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another. supper! Val. Hast thon observed that? Even she I mean. And, if it please you, so; if not, why, so.

Sil. And, when it's writ, for my sake read it over: Speed. Why, Sir, I know her not. Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her,

Val. If it please me, madan! What then!

Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour; and yet know'st her not?

And so good morrow, servant. (Eri: Silviu. Speed. Is she not hard-favour'd, Sir?

Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, Val. Not so fair, boy, as well-favour'd.

As a nose on a man's face, or a weather-cock on a Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.

steeple! Val. What dost thou know?

My master sues to her; and she hath taught her Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well. He being her pupil, to become her tutor. (suitor, favour'd.

() excellent device! Was there ever heard a better? Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her That my master, being scribe, to himself should favour infinite.

write the letter 3 Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the

Val. How now, Sir ? What, are you reasoning with other out of all count.

yourself? Val. How painted ? And how out of count?

Speed. Nay, I was rhyming; 'tis you that have the Speed. Marry, Sir, so painted, to make her fair,

Val. To do what?

(reason. that no man counts of her beauty: (beauty.

Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia. Val. How esteemest thou me? I account of her

Val. To whom? Speed. You never saw her since she was deform'd.

Speel. To yourself: why, she wooes you by a Val. How long hath she been deform’d ?

Val. What figure ?

(figure. Speed. Ever since you loved her.

Speed. By a letter, I should say. Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her; and

Val. Why, she hath not writ to me? still I see her beautiful.

Speed. What need she, when she hath made you. Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.

write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the Val. Why?

Val. No, believe me.

(jest? Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had

Speed. No believing you indeed, Sir: but did mine eyes; or your own had the lights they were

you perceive her earnest? wont to have, when you chid at Sir Proteus for

Val. She gave me rane prcept an angry word. going ungarter'd !

Speed. Why, sheh

00 a letter. Val. What should I see then ?

Val. That's the la

r friend. Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing

Speed. And that ...

deliver'd, and deformity : for he, being in love, could not see to

there an end I. garter his hose : and you, being in love, cannot see Val. I would it wa to put on your hose.

Speed. I'll warrant

veil: Fal. Belike, boy, then you are in love'; for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.

For often you have urit tiriand she, in modesty, Speed. True, Sir ; I was in love with my bed : I

Or etse for want of idle time, combil not again reply: thank you, you swinged t me for my love, which Or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.

discover, Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto

her lover.Speed. I would you were set; so, your affection would cease.

All this I speak in print; for in print I found it.Val. Last night, she enjoin'd me to write some Why muse you, Sir? 'Tis dinner-time. lines to one she loves.

Val. I have dined. Speed. And have you?

Speed. Ay, but hearken, Sir: though the came Val. I have.

leon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am Speed. Are they not lamely writ?

nourish'd by my victuals, and would fain havo Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them :- meat: 0, be not like your mistress ; be moved, be Peace, here she comes.


(Exeunt. • Under a regimen. + Allhallowmas. • A puppet-show.

+ Like a scholar. 1 Whipped.

• There's the conclusion.

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Pan. Come, come away, man ; I was sent to call SCENE II.-Verona.--A Rooms in JULIA's House. thee.

Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.

Pan. Wilt thou go?
Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.

Laun. Well, I will go.

(Eseunt. Jul. I must, where is no remedy. Pro. When possibly I can, I will return.

SCEVE IV.--Milan.-An Apartinent in the Jul. If you turu not, you will return the sooner:

Duke's Palace. Keep this remeinbrance for thy Julia's sake.

(Giving a Ring.

Enter VALENTINE, SILVIA, THURIO, and SPEED. Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; here, take Sil. Servant

Val. Mistress!
Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss. Speed. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.

Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy ; Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.
And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day,

Speed. Not of you.
Wherein I sigh not Julia, for thy sake,

Val. Of my mistress then. The next ensuing hour some foul mischance

Speed. "Twere good, you knock'd him. Torment me for my love's forgetfulness !

Sil. Servant, you are sad.. My father stays my coming; answer not;

Val. Indeed, inadam, I seem so. The tide is now : nay, not the tide of tears ;

Thu. Seem you that you are not ? That tide will stay ne longer than I should.

Val. Haply t, I do.

(Erit Julia. Thu. So do counterfeits.
Julia, farewell. What! Gone withont a word ? Val. So do you.
Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak; Thu. What seem I, that I am not ?
For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it. Val. Wise.

Thu. What instance of the contrary!
Enter PanthiNO.

Val. Your folly.
Pan. Sir Proteus, you are staid for.

Thu. And how quote $ you my folly! Pro. Go; I come, I come :

Val. I quote it in your jerkin.
Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb.(Exeunt. Thu. My jerkin is a doublet.

Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly.
SCEVE III.-The same.-A Street.

The. How ?
Enter LAUNCE, leading a Dog.

Sil. What, angry, Sir Thurio ? Do you change

colour. Laun. Nay, 'łwill be this hour ere I have done Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of weeping; all the kind of the Launces have this cameleon. very fault; I have received my proportion, like the Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, prodigious son, and ain going with Sir Proteus to than live in your air. ihe Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the Val. You have said, Sir. sourest-natured dog that lives : my mother weeping, Thu, Ay, Sir, and done too, for this time. my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howl. Val. I know it well, Sir; you always end ere you ing, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house begin. in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly cur shed one tear: he is a stone, a very pebblestone, shot off. and has no more pity in him than a dog: a Jew would Val. 'Tis indeed, madam ; we thank the giver. have wept to have seen our parting; why, my gran- Sil. Who is that, servant ? dam having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire: at my parting. Nay, I'll shew you the manner of it: Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's This shoe is my father ;-no, this left shoe is my looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly in your father ;-10, no, this left shoe is my mother;-nay, company: that cannot be so neither ;-yes, it is so, it is so ; Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, it hath the worser sole: this shoe, with the hole in I shall make your wit bankrupt. it, is my mother, and this my father; a vengeance Val. I know it well, Sir ; you have an exchequer on't! There 'tis : now, Sir, this staff is my sister; for of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give look you, she is as white as a lily, and as small as a your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, wand: this hat is Nan, our maid ; I am the dog :- that they live by your bare words. No, the dog is himselt, and I am the dog :-0, the Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more ; here comes dog is me, and I am myself; ay, so, so. Now come I to my father; Father, your blessing ; now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping; now should

Enter DUKE. I kiss my father; well, he weeps on:--Now coine I Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beto my mother, (0, that she could speak now!) like a

set. wood + woman ;-well, I kiss her ;-why, there 'tis ;- Sir Valentine, your father's in good health ; here's my mother's breath up and down : now come What say you to a letter from your friends I to my sister; mark the moan she makes : now the Of much good news! dog alt this while sheds not a lear, nor speaks a Val. My lord, I will be thankful word ; but see how I lay the dust with my tears. To any happy messenger from thence.

Duke, Know you Don Antonio, your countryEnter PINTUINO.

man? Pan. Launce, awqy, NST ard ; thy master is Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman shipp'd and thou art

tor with oars. What's To be of worth, and worthy estimation, the matter? Why w

man? Away, ass;

And not without desert so well reputed. you will lose the ti

try any longer.

Duke. Hath he not a son? Laun. It is no muy

ed were lost; for it Val. Ay, my good lord ; a son, that well deserves is the unkindest tien

Rany man tied. The honour and regard of such a father. Pan. What's the mindest tide?

Duke. You know him well? Laun. Why, he that's tied here; Crab, my dog. Fal. I knew him, as inyself; for, from our inPar. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood; and

fancy in losing the flood, lose thy voyage; and in losing We have converser, and spent our hours together : thy voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing thy mas- Aud though myselt have been an idle truant, ter, lose thy service; and, in losing thy service, Omitting the sweet benefit of lime, Why dost thou stop my mouth?

To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection;
Laun. Por fear thou should st lose thy tongue. Yet hath Sir Proteus, for that's his name,
Pun. Where should I lose my tongue !

Made use and fair advantage of his days;
Laun. In thy tale.

His years but young, but his experience old; Pan. In thy tail ?

His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe; Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the And, in a word, (for far behind his worth master, and the service ?--The tide! Why, man, it Come all the praises tuat I now bestow,) the river were diy, I am able to fill it with my He is complete in feature, and in mind, tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the With all good grace to grace a gentleman. boat with my sighs.

Duke. Beshrewg me, Sir, but, if he make this good, . Kindred.

+ Crazy, distracted. • Serious. + Perhaps. Observe. $ U belide.

my father.

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