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SCENE II.-The Same. Julia's Garden. for wages followest thy master, thy master for wa

Enter JULIA and LUCETTA. ges follows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep. Speed. Such another proof will make me cry Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, " baa."

Wouldst thou, then, counsel me to fall in love? Pro. But, dost thou hear ? gav'st thou my letter Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unhecilto Julia?

fully. Speed. Ay, sir : I, a lost mutton, gave your letter Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, to her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, That every day with parle encounter me, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour. In thy opinion which is worthiest love?

Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such store Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show of muttons.

Speed. If the ground be overcharg'd, you were According to my shallow simple skill. best stick her.

Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour? Pro. Nay, in that you are astray: 'twere best Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; pound you.

But, were I you, he never should be mine. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ? for carrying your letter.

Luc. Well, of his wealth; but of himself, so, so. Pro. You mistake: I mean the pound, the pin- Jul. What think’st thou of the gentle Proteus ? fold.

Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us! Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and Jul. How now! what means this passion at his over,

name? 'Tis threesold too little for carrying a letter to your Luc. Pardon, dear madam : 'tis a passing shame, lover.

That I, unworthy body as I am, Pro. But what said she ? did she nod ?

Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. Speed. I.

[SPEED nods. Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ? Pro. Nod, I ? why that's noddy.

Luc. Then thus-of many good I think him best. Speed. You mistook, sir: I say she did nod, and

Jul. Your reason ? you ask me, if she did nod? and I say I.

Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason : Pro. And that set together, is noddy.

I think him so, because I think him so. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love together, take it for your pains.

on him? Pro. No, no; you shall have it for bearing the Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. letter.

Jul. Why, he, of all the rest, hath never mov'd Speed. Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear

Luc. Yet he, of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me? Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small.

Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having Luc. Fire that's closest kept burns most of all. nothing but the word noddy for my pains.

Jul. They do not love, that do not show their Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.

love. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow Luc. 0! they love least, that let men know their purse.

love. Pro. Come, come; open the matter in brief: Jul. I would I knew his mind. what said she?


Peruse this paper, madam. Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and Jul. To Julia." Say, from whom? the matter, may be both at once deliver'd.


That the contents will show. Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains. What Jul. Say, say, who gave it thee? said she?

Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, Speed. Truly, Sir, I think you'll hardly win her.

from Proteus. Pro. Why? Couldst thou perceive so much He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, from her ?

Did in your name receive it: pardon the fault, I Speest. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from

pray: her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! letter; and being so hard to me that brought your Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? mind, I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling To whisper and conspire against my youth? your mind. Give her no token but stones, for she's Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, as hard as steel.

And you an officer fit for the place. Pro. What! said she nothing ?

There, take the paper : see it be return’d, Speed. No, not so much as—"take this for thy || Or else return no more into my sight. pains.” To testify your bounty, I thank you, you Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than have testern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth

hate. carry your letters yourself. And so, sir, I'll com- Jul. Will you be gone? mend you to my master.


That you may ruminate. [Erit. Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter. wreck,

It were a shame to call her back again, Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,

And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. Being destin'd to a drier death on shore.

What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, I must go send some better messenger:

And would not force the letter to my view, I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,

Since maids, in modesty, say “ No," to that Receiving them from such a worthless post. Which they would have the profferer construe,

[Ereunt. Ay."

with you,

Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love.

Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune. That like a testy babe will scratch the nurse, Give me a note: your ladyship can set. And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod.

Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible : How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,

Best sing it to the tune of Light o' love." When willingly I would have had her here:

Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune. How angerly I taught my brow to frown,

Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden then. When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile. Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you My penance is to call Lucetta back,

sing it. And ask remission for my folly past.

Jul. And why not you? What ho! Lucetta !


I cannot reach so high.

Jul. Let's see your song.–How now, minion! Re-enter LUCETTA.

Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: Luc.

What would your ladyship? And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. Jul. Is it near dinner-time?

Jul. You do not? Luc.

I would it were ;


No, madam; it is too sharp. That you might kill your stomach on your meat, Jul. You, minion, are too saucy. And not upon your maid.


Nay, now you are too flat, Jul. What is 't that you took up so gingerly ? And mar the concord with too harsh a descant: Luc. Nothing.

There wanteth but a mean to fill your song, Jul. Why didst thou stoop then ?

Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. Luc.

To take a paper up

Luc. Indeed I bid the base for Proteus. That I let fall.

Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Jul. And is that paper nothing ?

Here is a coil with protestation ! Luc. Nothing concerning me.

(Tears the letter. Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Go, get you gone, and let the papers lie:

Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, You would be fingering them to anger me. Unless it have a false interpreter.

Luc. She makes it strange, but she would be best Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in pleas'd rhyme.

To be so anger'd with another letter. [Erit.



Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the And here is writ—"love-wounded Proteus."same!

Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,
O hateful hands! to tear such loving words: Shall Jodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal'd;
Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey, And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.
And kill the bees that yield it with your stings ! But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down :
I'll kiss each several paper for amends.

Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,
Look, here is writ-"kind Julia ;"—unkind Julia! Till I have found each letter in the letter,
As in revenge of thy ingratitude,

Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear
I throw thy name against the bruising stones, Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain. And throw it thence into the raging sea.

see ;


Lo! here in one line is his name twice writ,- Even with the speediest expedition
“ Poor forlorn Proteus; passionate Proteus I will dispatch him to the emperor's court.
To the sweet Julia:"-that I'll tear away;

Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don AlAnd yet I will not, sith so prettily

phonso, He couples it to his complaining names.

With other gentlemen of good esteem, Thus will I fold them one upon another:

Are journeying to salute the emperor, Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. And to commend their service to his will.

Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go : Re-enter LUCETTA.

And, in good time,- now will we break with him. Luc. Madam,

Dinner is ready, and your father stays.
Jul. Well, let us go.

Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! Luc. What! shall these papers lie like lell-tales Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; here?

Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn. Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. 0! that our fathers would applaud our loves,

Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down; To seal our happiness with their consents! Yet here they shall not lie for catching cold. O heavenly Julia !

Jul. I see, you have a month's mind to them. Ant. How now! what letter are you reading Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you


Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or
I see things too, although you judge I wink.
Jul. Come, come; will 't please you go?

Of commendations sent from Valentine,
(Exeunt. Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.

Ant. Lend me the letter: let me see what news. SCENE III.-The Same. A Room in Antonio's Pro. There is no news, my lord, but that he House.


How happily he lives, how well belov'd,
Enter Antonio and Panthixo.

And daily graced by the emperor;
Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.
Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish ?
Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.

Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, Ant. Why, what of him?

And not depending on his friendly wish. Pant.

He wonder'd, that your lordship Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish. Would suffer him to spend his youth at home,

Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed, While other men, of slender reputation,

For what I will, I will, and there an end. Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time Some to the wars, to try their fortune there;

With Valentinus in the emperor's court : Some, to discover islands far away;

What maintenance he from his friends receives, Some, to the studious universities.

Like exhibition thou shalt have from me. For any, or for all these exercises,

To-morrow be in readiness to go: He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet,

Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. And did request me to importune you

Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided :
To let him spend his time no more at home, Please you, deliberate a day or two.
Which would be great impeachment to his age, Ant. Look, what thou want'st shall be sent after
In having known no travel in his youth.

thee :
Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.-
Whereon this month I have been hammering. Come on, Panthino : you shall be employ'd
I have consider'd well his loss of time,

To hasten on his expedition.
And how he cannot be a perfect man,

(Ereunt Antonio and Pantuino. Not being tried and tutord in the world:

Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire for fear of Experience is by industry achiev'd,

burning, And perfected by the swift course of time.

And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd. Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him ? I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter,

Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant Lest he should take exceptions to my love;
How his companion, youthful Valentine,

And, with the vantage of mine own excuse,
Attends the emperor in his royal court.

Hath he excepted most against my love. Ant. I know it well.

0! how this spring of love resembleth Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent The uncertain glory of an April day, him thither.

Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,

And by and by a cloud takes all away.
Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen,

Re-enter Panthino.
And be in eye of every exercise,
Worthy his youth, and nobleness of birth.

Pant. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you Ant. I like thy counsel: well hast thon advis'd;

He is in haste; therefore, I pray you, go. And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it, Pro. Why, this it is : my heart accords thereto, The execution of it shall make kpown.

And yet a thousand times it answers, no. (Exeunt.




SCENE I.--Milan. A Room in the Duke's Palace.

Speed. Sir, your glove.

Not mine; my gloves are on. Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is

but one.
Val. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine.-
Sweet ornament, that decks a thing divine !
Ah Silvia ! Silvia !

Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia!
Val. How now,

Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.
Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her?
Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook.
Val. Well, you'll still be too forward.
Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too

slow. Val. Go to, sir. Tell me, do you know madam

Silvia ? Speed. She that your worship Joves ? Val. Why, how know you that I am in love ?

Speed. Marry, by these special marks. First, you have learn'd, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms, like a mal-content; to relish a love-song, like a robin-redbreast; to walk alone, like one that had the pestilence; to sigh, like a schoolboy that had lost his A B C; to weep, like a young wench that had buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laugh’d, to crow like a cock; when you walk'd, to walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you look'd sadly, it was for want of money; and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master.

Val. Are all these things perceived in me?
Speed. They are all perceived without ye.
Val. Without me? they cannot.

Speed. Without you ? nay, that's certain ; for, without you were so simple, none else would: but you are so without these follies, that these follies are within you, and shine through you like the water in an urinal, that not an eye that sees you, but is a physician to comment on your malady.

Val. But, tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia ?

Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper ?

Val. Hast thou observed that? even she I mean. Speed. Why, sir, I know her not.

Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know'st her not?

Speed. Is she not hard-favour'd, sir?
Val. Not so fair, boy, as well-favour’d.

Speed. Sir, 1 know that well enough.
Val. What dost thou know?

Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) wellfavour'd.

Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite.

Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the other out of all count.

Val. How painted ? and how out of count?

Speed. Marry, sir, so painted to make her fair, that no man 'counts of her beauty.

Val. How esteem'st thou me? I account of her beauty.

Speed. You never saw her since she was deform'd.

Val. How long hath she been deform'd ?
Speed. Ever since you loved her.

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

Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.
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 ?

Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing deformity; for he, being in love, could not see to garter his hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose.

Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love ; for last morning you

could not see to wipe my shoes. Speed. True, sir; I was in love with my bed. I thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.

Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.

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

Val. Last night she enjoin'd me to write somne lines to one she loves.

Speed. And have you ?
Val. I have.
Speed. Are they not lamely writ?

Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them.Peace! here she comes.

Enter Silvia. Speed. O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet! Now will he interpret to her.

Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good mor


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

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

Speed. He should give her interest, and she gives And yet take this again ;—and yet I thank you, it him.

Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more. Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter Speed. And yet you will; and yet, another yet. Unto the secret nameless friend of yours;

Val. What means your ladyship? do you not Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,

like it? But for my duty to your ladyship.

Sil. Yes, yes: the lines are very quaintly writ, Sil. I thank you, gentle servant. 'Tis very clerkly But since unwillingly, take them again. done.

Nay, take them.
Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off; Val. Madam, they are for you.
For, being ignorant to whom it goes,

Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my request, I writ at random, very doubtfully.

But I will none of them: they are for you. Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much I would have had them writ more movingly. pains ?

Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another. Val. No, madam: so it stead you, I will write, Sil. And, when its writ, for my sake read it over; Please you command, a thousand times as much. And, if it please you, so; if not, why, so. And yet,

Val. If it please me, madam; what then? sii. A pretty period. Well, I guess the sequel : Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour: And yet I will not name it ;—and yet I care not;- || And so good-morrow, servant.



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

My master sues to her, and she hath taught her

He being her pupil, to become her tutor.
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 rhyming : 'tis you that have the reason.

Val. To do what?
Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia.
Val. To whom?
Speed. To yourself. Why, she woos you by a

Val. What figure?
Speed. By a letter, I should say.
Val. Why, she hath not writ tó me?

Speed. What need she, when she hath made you write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest.

Val. No, believe me.

Speed. No believing you, indeed, sir: but did you perceive her earnest ?

Val. She gave me none, except an angry word.
Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter.
Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend.

Speed. And that letter hath she deliver’d, and there an end.

Val. I would it were no worse!

I'll warrant you, 'tis as well: “For often have you writ to her, and she, in modesty,



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