Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with them? Launce. Marry, thus; when it stands well with him, it stands well with her. 24 Speed. What an ass art thou! I understand thee not. Launce. What a block art thou, that thou canst not! My staff understands me. 28 Speed. What thou sayest? 32 Launce. Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I'll but lean, and my staff understands me. Speed. It stands under thee, indeed. Launce. Why, stand-under and under-stand is all one. Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match? Launce. Ask my dog: if he say ay, it will; if he say no, it will; if he shake his tail and say nothing, it will. Speed. The conclusion is, then, that it will. Launce. Thou shalt never get such a secret from me but by a parable. 41 Speed. 'Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, how sayest thou, that my master is become a notable lover? Launce. I never knew him otherwise. 44 Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn; To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; And even that power which gave me first my oath 12 O sweet-suggesting Love! if thou hast sinn'd, fair! Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope. 20 24 28 32 36 I cannot now prove constant to myself Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, [Exit. SCENE VII.-Verona. A Room in JULIA'S House. Enter JULIA and LUCETTA. Jul. Counsel, Lucetta; gentle girl, assist me: And e'en in kind love I do conjure thee, Who art the table wherein all my thoughts Are visibly character'd and engrav'd, To lesson me and tell me some good mean How, with my honour, I may undertake A journey to my loving Proteus. Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. 8 Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps; Much less shall she that hath Love's wings to fly, Love bade me swear, and Love bids me for- And when the flight is made to one so dear, 12 Provokes me to this threefold perjury: swear. 4 Of such divine perfection, as Sir Proteus. Luc. If you think so, then stay at home and go not. Jul. Nay, that I will not. Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go. 64 If Proteus like your journey when you come, No matter who's displeas'd when you are gone. I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal. Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear: 68 A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears, And instances of infinite of love Warrant me welcome to my Proteus. Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men. Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect; 73 But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth: Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that wrong To bear a hard opinion of his truth: Till the last step have brought me to my love; 36 And presently go with me to my chamber, And there I'll rest, as after much turmoil A blessed soul doth in Elysium. cetta. 52 Luc. You must needs have them with a cod-piece, madam. Jul. Out, out, Lucetta! that will be illfavour'd. Luc. A round hose, madam, now's not worth a pin, Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on. 56 Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have What thou think'st meet and is most mannerly. But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me For undertaking so unstaid a journey? I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd. 60 To take a note of what I stand in need of ACT III. 80 84 88 [Exeunt. 8 The law of friendship bids me to conceal; 12 16 It would be much vexation to your age. Which to requite, command me while I live. 24 28 Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her; And, where I thought the remnant of mine age Should have been cherish'd by her child-like Duke. There is a lady of Verona here, How he her chamber-window will ascend But, good my lord, do it so cunningly 44 Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know 85 88 Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words: Dumb jewels often in their silent kind More than quick words do move a woman's mind. 48 That I had any light from thee of this. Pro. Adieu, my lord: Sir Valentine is coming. [Exit. Val. A woman sometime scorns what best contents her. Send her another; never give her o'er, 96 100 me faces. I am to break with thee of some affairs That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, That touch me near, wherein thou must be If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. 105 secret. 60 'Tis not unknown to thee that I have sought To match my friend Sir Thurio to my daughter. Duke. But she I mean is promis'd by her friends Unto a youthful gentleman of worth, And kept severely from resort of men, 108 What's here? Val. Why then, I would resort to her by night. Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock'd and keys kept safe, That no man hath recourse to her by night. 112 Val. What lets but one may enter at her window? Duke. Her ehamber is aloft, far from the And built so shelving that one cannot climb it 116 Val. Why then, a ladder quaintly made of cords, To cast up, with a pair of anchoring hooks, Duke. This very night; for Love is like a 124 That longs for every thing that he can come by. Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. Duke. But hark thee; 1 will go to her alone: How shall I best convey the ladder thither? 128 Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it Under a cloak that is of any length. Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee. Go, basc intruder! overweening slave! 164 Val. And why not death rather than living To die is to be banish'd from myself; Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the There is no music in the nightingale; Val. Ay, my good lord. Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me. 136 And here an engine fit for my proceeding! My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly; 140 Mr herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them; Unless I look on Silvia in the day, Enter PROTEUS and LAUNCE. 172 176 180 184 Pro. Run, boy; run, run, and seek him out. Pro. What seest thou? 189 Launce. Him we go to find: there's not a hair on's head but 'tis a Valentine. Pro. Valentine? Val. No. Pro. Who then? his spirit? Pro. What then? Val. Nothing. 192 196 Launce. Can nothing speak? Master, shall I strike? Pro. Who would'st thou strike? 200 Launce. Nothing. Launce. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray you, 204. Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear.-Friend Valentine, a word. 252 Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd Val. My ears are stopp'd and cannot hear As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself, 256 good news, Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia! Hath she forsworn me? Pro. No, Valentine. 213 Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me! What is your news? 216 Launce. Sir, there is a proclamation that you are vanished. Pro. That thou art banished, O, that's the news, Regard thy danger, and along with me! Bid him make haste and meet me at the Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valen- 260 Val. O my dear Silvia! hapless Valentine! [Exeunt VALENTINE and PROTEUS. Launce. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have the wit to think my master is a kind of a knave: but that's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not now that knows me to be in love: yet I am in love; but a team of horse shall not pluck that from me, nor who 'tis I love; and From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend. yet 'tis a woman; but what woman, I will not Val. O, I have fed upon this woe already, 220 tell myself; and yet 'tis a milkmaid; yet 'tis And now excess of it will make me surfeit. not a maid, for she hath had gossips; yet 'tis a Doth Silvia know that I am banished? maid, for she is her master's maid, and serves Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the for wages. She hath more qualities than a doom223 water-spaniel,-which is much in a bare Which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual force- Christian. [Pulling out a paper.] Here is the A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears: catelog of her condition. Imprimis, She Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd; can fetch and carry. Why, a horse can do no With them, upon her knees, her humble self; more: nay, a horse cannot fetch, but only carry; Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so be- therefore, is she better than a jade. Item, She came them can milk; look you, a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands. As if but now they waxed pale for woe: 228 But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Have some malignant power upon my life: 236 Enter SPEED. 280 240 |