t. But she did scorn a present that I wat her. 2. A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her. *ber another; never give her o'er; en at first makes after-love the more. 95 ed frown, 't is not in hate of you, ather to beget more love in you. do chide, 't is not to have you gone; y, the fools are mad, if left alone. repulse, whatever she doth say; get you gone," she doth not mean "away!" 100 rand praise, commend, extol their graces; neer so black, say they have angels' faces. "My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly, 140 160 Go, base intruder! overweening slave! Will give thee time to leave our royal court, 165 By heaven! my wrath shall far exceed the love I ever bore my daughter or thyself. Be gone! I will not hear thy vain excuse; But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from hence. [Exit.] Val. And why not death rather than living torment ? To die is to be banish'd from myself, [Enter PROTEUS and LAUNCE.] Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. Launce. Soho, soho! Pro. What seest thou? 170 175 180 185 190 What is your news? IL Launce. Sir, there is a proclamation that you are vanished. From hence, from Silvia, and from me th friend. Val. O, I have fed upon this woe already, And now excess of it will make me surfeit. # Doth Silvia know that I am banished? Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offered to th doom Which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual force- As if but now they waxed pale for woe. up, Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-sheddin tears. Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire; Have some malignant power upon my life; Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst m help, 1 And study help for that which thou lament'st Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou set my boy. Bid him make haste and meet me at the Nort gate. Prs. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valen tine. Val. O my dear Silvia! Hapless Valentine! [Exeunt Val. and Pro.] 260 Launce. I am but a fool, look you, and yet I have the wit to think my master is a kind of Aknave; but that's all one, if he be but one Knare. He lives not now that knows me to be lore; yet I am in love; but a team of horse hall not pluck that from me; nor who 't is [265 I love; and yet 't is a woman; but what woman I will not tell myself; and yet 't is a milkmaid; rett is 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 [270 than a water-spaniel, which is much in a bare Christian Pulling out a paper.] Here is the elog of her condition. " Imprimis: She can fetch and carry." Why, a horse can do no more; Gay, a horse cannot fetch, but only carry; [275 therefore is she better than a jade. Item: She milk; look you, a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands. Launce. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues, that, indeed, know not their fathers and therefore have no names. Speed. Here follow her vices. Launce. Close at the heels of her virtues. 325 Speed. "Item: She is not to be [kiss'd] fasting, in respect of her breath." Launce. Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast. Read on. Speed. Item: She hath a sweet mouth." [330 Launce. That makes amends for her sour breath. 66 Speed. Item: : She doth talk in her sleep.' Launce. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in her talk. 335 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." 340 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." 346 Launce. Well, the best is, she hath no teeth to bite. Speed. "Item: She will often praise her [350 liquor." Launce. If her liquor be good, she shall; if she will not, I will; for good things should be praised. Speed. Item: She is too liberal." 355 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. 360 Speed. Item: She hath more hair than wit, and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults." Launce. Stop there; I'll have her. She was mine and not mine twice or thrice in that last article. Rehearse that once more. 366 Speed. Item: She hath more hair than wit, 391 Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner? Pox of your love-letters! [Exit.] Launce. Now will he be swing'd for reading my letter; an unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself into secrets! I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction. [Exit. 395 SCENE II. [The same. The Duke's palace.] Enter DUKE and THURIO. Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not but that she will love you, Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. Thu. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most, Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me, That I am desperate of obtaining her. 5 Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure How now, Sir Proteus! Is your countryman 10 Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously. Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that Your slander never can endamage him; By aught that I can speak in his dispraise, Because we know, on Valentine's report, And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of To hate young Valentine and love my friend. « Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy. Pro. Say that upon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart; Write till your ink be dry, and with your Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. After your dire-lamenting elegies, Visit by night your lady's chamber-window With some sweet consort; to their instru ments Tune a deploring dump. The night's dea silence Will well become such sweet-complaining griev ance. This, or else nothing, will inherit her. Duke. This discipline shows thou hast beer 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. I have a sonnet that will serve the turn To give the onset to thy good advice. And show thee all the treasure we have got; 75 Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. [Exeunt. SCENE II. [Milan. Outside the Duke's palace, under Silvia's window.] Enter PROTEUS. 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 10 In breaking faith with Julia whom I loved; 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. is |