Speed. [Aside.] O! give ye good even: here's a million of manners.

Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two 56 thousand.

Speed. [Aside.] He should give her interest, and she gives it him.

Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your
letter

Unto the secret nameless friend of yours;
Which I was much unwilling to proceed in 116
But for my duty to your ladyship. [Gives a letter.
Sil. I thank you, gentle servant. 'Tis very
clerkly done.

Val. Now, trust me, madam, it came hardly
off;

For, being ignorant to whom it goes
I writ at random, very doubtfully.

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Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much pains?

Val. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write, Please you command, a thousand times as much.

Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her, And yetand still I see her beautiful.

Speed. If you love her you cannot see her. 76
Val. Why?

Speed. Because Love is blind. O! that you
had mine eyes; or your own eyes had the lights
they were wont to have when you chid at Sir
Proteus for going ungartered!
Val. What should I see then?

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Sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel; And yet I will not name it; and yet I care not; And yet take this again; and yet I thank you, Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more. 130 Speed. [Aside.] And yet you will; and yet another yet.

Val. What means your ladyship? do you not like it?

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unto her lover."

Sil. Yes, yes: the lines are very quaintly writ, Herself hath taught her love himself to write But since unwillingly, take them again: 176 All this I speak in print, for in print I found it. Why muse you, sir? 'tis dinner-time.

Nay, take them.
[Gives back the letter.
Val.
Madam, they are for you.
Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my request,
But I will none of them; they are for you.
I would have had them writ more movingly.
Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship
another.

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Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple!

My master sues to her, and she hath taught her

suitor,

He being her pupil, to become her tutor. 148
O excellent device! was there ever heard a better,
That my master, being scribe, to himself should

write the letter?

Val. How now, sir! what are you reasoning with yourself?

Speed. Nay, I was riming: 'tis you that have

the reason.

Val. To do what?

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Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir: though the
chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one
that am nourished by my victuals and would
fain have meat. O! be not like your mistress:
be moved, be moved.
[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-Verona. A Room in JULIA's House.
Enter PROTEUS and JULIA.

Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.
Jul. I must, where is no remedy.

Pro. When possibly I can, I will return.

Jul. If you turn not, you will return the

sooner.

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Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake.
[Gives him a ring.

Pro. Why, then, we'll make exchange: here,
take you this.
[Gives her another.

Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.
Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy;
Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,
And when that hour o'erslips me in the day
The next ensuing hour some foul mischance
Torment me for my love's forgetfulness!
My father stays my coming; answer not.
The tide is now: nay, not thy tide of tears;
Julia, farewell.

Speed. To be a spokesman from Madam That tide will stay me longer than I should.

Silvia.

Val. To whom?

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SCENE III.-The Same. A Street.

Enter LAUNCE, leading a dog.

Launce. 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, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear. He is a stone, a very pebble stone, and has no more pity

A Room in the DUKE'S
Palace.

Enter VALENTINE, SILVIA, THURIO, and SPEED.
Sil. Servant!

Val. Mistress?

Speed. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.
Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.
Speed. Not of you.

Val. Of my mistress, then.
Speed. 'Twere good you knock'd him.
Sil. Servant, you are sad.
Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so.
Thu. Seem you that you are not?
Val. Haply I do.

in him than a dog; a Jew would have wept to SCENE IV.-Milan.
have seen our parting: why, my grandam, hav-
ing 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, 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 my.
self: ay, so, so. Now come I to my father; 'Fa-
ther, your blessing;' 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;-0, 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.

36 Pant. Launce, away, away, aboard! thy master is shipped, and thou art to post after with cars. What's the matter? why weepest thou, man? Away, ass! you'll lose the tide if you tarry any longer. Launce. It is no matter if the tied were lost; for it is the unkindest tied that ever any man tied. Pant. What's the unkindest tide? Launce. Why, he that's tied here, Crab, my dog.

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Pant. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood; and, in losing the flood, lose thy voyage, and, in losing thy voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing thy master, lose thy service; and, in losing thy service,-Why dost thou stop my mouth?

Launce. For fear thou shouldst lose tongue.

Pant. Where should I lose my tongue?
Launce. In thy tale.
Pant. In thy tail!

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thy

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Launce. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the master, and the service, and the tied! Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.

Pant. Come, come away, man; I was sent to call thee.

Launce. Sir, call me what thou darest.
Pant. Wilt thou go?

Launce. Well, I will go.

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Thu. So do counterfeits.
Val. So do you.

Thu. What seem I that I am not?
Val. Wise.

Thu. What instance of the contrary?
Val. Your folly.

Thu. And how quote you my folly?
Val. I quote it in your jerkin.

Thu. My jerkin is a doublet.

Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly.
Thu. How?

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Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.

[Exeunt. Sir Valentine, your father's in good health:

Val. Ay, my good lord; a son that well Confirm his welcome with some special favour. deserves