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My lord, I will be thankfal Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you To any happy messenger from thence.

came? Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your countryman? Pro. Your friends are well, and have them mach

Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman Val. And how do yours? (commended. To be of worth, and worthy estimation,


I left them all in health. And not without desert so well reputed.

Val. How does your lady? and how thrives your Duke. Hath he not a son?

love? Val. Ay, my good lord; a son, that well deserves Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you; The honour and regard of such a father.

I know, you joy not in a love-discourse. Duke. You know him well?

Val. Ay, Proteus, but that

life is alter'd now: Val. I knew him, as myself; for from our infancy I have done penance for contemning love; We have convers'd, and spent our hours together: Whose bigh imperious thoughts have punish'd me And though myself have been an idle truant, With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, Omitting the sweet benefit of time,

With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sigts; To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection ; For, in revenge of my contempt of love, Yet hath Sir Proteus, for that's his name,

Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, Made use and fair advantage of his days;

And made them watchers of mine own beart's sorrow His years but young, but his experience old; O, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord; His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe; And hath so humbled me, as, I confess, And, in a word, (for far behind his worth

There is no woe to his correction, Come all the praises that I now bestow,)

Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth! He is complete in feature, and in mind,

Now, no discourse, except it be of love; With all good grace to grace a gentleman.

Now can I break my fast, dine, sap, and sleep, Duke. Beshrew me, sir, bat, if he make this good, Upon the very naked name of love. He is as worthy for an empress' love,

Pro. Enough; I read your fortune in your eye: As meet to be an emperor's counsellor.

Was this the idol that you worship so? Well, sir; this gentleman is come to me,

Val. Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint With commendation from great potentates;

Pro. No; but she is an earthly paragon.
And here he means to spend his time a-while : Val. Call her divine.
I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.


I will not flatter her. Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he. Val. O, flatter me; for love delights in praises Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth ; Pro. When I was sick you gave me bitter pills, Silvia, I speak to you; and you, sir Thario :- And I must minister the like to you. For Valentine, I need not 'cite him to it:

Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine, I'll send him hither to you presently. (Exit Duke. Yet let her be a principality,

Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship, Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth.
Had come along with me, but that his mistress Pro. Except my mistress.
Did hold his eyes lockd in her crystal looks.


Sweet, except not any, Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them Except thou will except against my love. Upon some other pawn for fealty.

(still. Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? Val. Nay, sare, I think she holds them prisoners Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too: Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being She shall be dignified with this high honour,blind,

To bear my lady's train ; lest the base earth How could he see his way to seek out you? Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss,

Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. And, of so great a favour growing proad, Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all. Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower,

Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself; And make rough winter everlasting. Upon a homely object love can wink.

Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this*

Val. Pardon me, Proteus : all I can, is nothing Enter PROTEUS.

To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing, Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the gen. She is alone. tleman.

(seech you,

Pro. Then let her alone. Val. Welcome, dear Proteus ! _Mistress, I be- Val. Not for the world : why, man, she is made Confirm his welcome with some special favour. And I as rich in having such a jewel,

Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome bither, As twenty seas, if all their sands were pearl, If this be he, you oft have wish'd to hear from. The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

Val. Mistress, it is : sweet lady, entertain him Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,
To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship.

Because thou seest me dote upon my love.
Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant. My foolish rival, that her father likes,
Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant Only for his possessions are so boge,
To have a look of such a worthy mistress.

Is gone with her along; and I must after,
Val. Leave off discourse of disability :

For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy. Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.

Pro. But she loves you ? Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else.


Ay, we are betrothed Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed; Nay, more, our marriage hour, Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress. With all the cunning manner of our flight,

Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself. Determind of: how I must climb her window; Sil. That you are welcome ?

The ladder made of cords; and all the means Pio.

No; that you are worthless. Plotted ; and 'greed op, for my happiness.
Enter Servant.

Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber,

In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel. Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak Pro. Go on before ; I shall enquire you forth :

I must unto the road, to disembark
Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure. (Exit Servant.) Some necessaries that I needs mast use ;
Come, sir Thorio,

And then I'll presently attend you.
Go with me :-Once more, new servant, welcome : Val. Will you make haste ?
I'll leave you to confer of home affairs;

Pro. I will
When you have done, we look to bear from you. Even as one heat another heat expels,
Pro.'We'll both attend upon yanr ladyship. Or as one nail by strength drives out another,

Exeunt Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. So the remembrance of my former love

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in thee, as to go to the ale with a Christian. Wilt Is it mine eye, or Valentinus' praise,

thou go? Her true perfection, or my false transgression, Speed. At thy service.

(Exeunt. That makes me reasonless, to reason thus ? She's fair ; and so is Julia, that I love ;

Sc. VI.-The same. An Apartment in the Palace That I did love, for pow my love is thaw'd ;

Enter PROTEUS. Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,

Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; Bears po impression of the thing it was.

To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn; Muthinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold;

To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; And that I love him not, as I was wont :

And even that power, which gave me first my oath Obat I love his lady too, too much;

Provokes me to this threefold perjury. And that's the reason I love him so little.

Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear: Hww shall I dote on her with more advice,

O sweet-suggesting love, if thou hast sinn'd,
I at thus without advice begin to love her? Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it.
Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,

At first I did adore a twinkling star,
And that hath dazzled my reason's light;

But now I worship a celestial sun. But when I look on her perfections,

Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken; There is no reason but I shall be blind.

And he wants wit, that wants resolved will Il can check my erring love I will;

To learn his wit to change the bad for better. li pot, to compass her I'll use my skill. [Erit. Fye, fye, unreverend tongne ! to call her bad,

Whose sovereiguty so oft thou hast preferr'd
SCENE V.-The same. A street.

With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths.

I cannot leave to love, and yet I do;

But there I leave to love, where I should love. Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to

Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose :
Linn. Forswear not thyself, sweet yooth; for 1 If I lose them, thus find I by their loss,

If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; am pot welcome. I reckon this always-that a man

For Valentine, myself: for Julia, Silvia. s never aodone, till he be hanged; nor welcome to

I to myself am dearer than a friend; a place, till some certain shot be paid, and the hostess

For love is still more precious in itself: say, welcome Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the ale Shews Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.

And Silvia, witness heaven, that made her fair! house with you presently; where, for one shot of I will forget that Julia is alive, rive-pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. Remembʼring that my love to her is dead ; Bet, sirrah, how did thy master part with madam

And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,
Laun. Marry, after they closed in earvest, they I cannot now prove constant to myself,

Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter triend. farted very fairly in jest.

Without some treachery used to Valentine:Speed. Bat sball she marry him?

This night, he meaneth with a corded ladder, Laun. No,

To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window; Speed. How then? shall he marry her?

Myself in coupsel, his competitor: Laun. No, neither.

Now presently I'll give her father notice Speed. What, are they broken?

of their disguising, and pretended fight; Lrn. No, they are both as whole as a fish.

Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine ; Speed. Why thew, how stands the matter with

For Thurio, be intends, shall wed his daughter: tiêu

Blit, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross, Lann. Marry, thus; when it stands well with By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. ***, it stands well with her.

[not. Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, Speed. What an ass art thon? I understand thee

As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift. (Erit. Laun. What a block art thou, that thou can'st My staff understands me.

SCENE VII.— Verona. A Room in Julia's House. Speed. What thou say 'st ?

Enter JULIA and LUCETTA. Lun. Ay, and what I do, too: look thee, I'll but Jul. Counsel, Lucetta ; gentle girl, assist me! "an, aod my staff understands me.

And, even, in kind love, I do conjure thee,
Speed. It stands under thee, indeed.

Who art the table wherein all my thoughts
Laun. Why, stand under and understand is all one. Are visibly character'd and engrav'd, -
Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match ? To lesson me ; and tell me some good mean,

Laun. Ask my dog: if he say, ay, it will; if he How, with my honour, I may undertake
Bay, do, it will; if he shake his tail, and say nothing, A journey to my loving Proteus.
I will

Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long.
Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will.

Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary Lrun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps ; De, but by a parable.

Much less shall she, that hath love's wings to fly; Speed." Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, | And when the flight is made to one so dear, Luw say'st thou, that my master is become a notable Of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus. fer?

Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. Laur. I never knew him otherwise.

Jul. O, know'st thou not, his looks are my soul's Speed. Than how?

Pity the dearth that I have pined in, [food ? Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him By longing for that food so long a time.

(me. Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow, Lrar. Why fool, I meant not thee, I meant thy As seek to quench the fire of love with words. master.

Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire ; Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover. But qualify the fire's extreme rage,

Lun. Why, I tell thee, I care pot though he Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. 49 himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to the Jul. The more thou dam'st it up, the more it burns ale bonse, so; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, The current, that with gentle murmur glides, tad not worth the name of a Christian.

Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; Speed. Why?

But, when his fair course is not hindered, Laur. Becanse thou hast not so much charity He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones,

* be.

Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge

Know, worthy prince, sir Valentine, my friend, He overtaketh in his pilgrimage

This night intends to steal away your daughter; And so by many winding nooks he strays,

Myself am one made privy to the plot. With willing sport, to the wild ocean.

I know, you have determind to bestow her Then let me go, and hinder not my course :

On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates , I'll be as patient as a gentle stream,

And should she thus be stolen away from you, And make a pastime of each weary step,

It would be much vexation to your age. Till the last step have brought me to my love; Thus, for my daty's sake, I rather chose And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil,

To cross my friend in his intended drift, A blessed soul doth in Elysium.

Tban, by concealing it, heap on your head Luc. Bat in what habit will you go along? A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent Being unprevented, to your timeless grave. The loose encounters of lascivious men:

Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care Gentle Lacetta, fit me with such weeds

Which to requite, command me while I live. As may beseem some well-reputed page.

This love of theirs myself have often seen, Luc. Why then, your ladyship must cut your hair. Haply, when they have judged me fast asleep;

Jul. No, girl; I'll knit it up in silken strings, And oftentimes have purpos'd to forbid With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots : Sir Valentine her company, and my court: To be fantastic, may become a youth

But, fearing lest my jealous aim might err, of greater time than I shall show to be. [breeches ? And so, anworthily, disgrace the man,

Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your (A rashness that I ever yet have shond,) Jul. That fits as well, as—“ tell me, good my lord, I gave him gentle looks; thereby to find "What coinpass will you wear your farthingale ? That, which thyself hast now disclos'd to me. Why, even that fashion thou best lik'st, Lucetta. And, that thou may'st perceive my fear of this, Luc. You must needs have them with a cod-piece, Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested, madam.

I nightly lodge her in an opper tower,
Jul. Out, oat, Lucetta; that will be ill-favour'd. The key whereof myself have ever kept;

Luc. A round hose, madam, now's not worth a pin, | And thence she cannot be convey'd away.
Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on.

Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a meno Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have How he her chamber-window will ascend, What thou think'st meei, and is most mannerly: And with a corded ladder fetch her down; Bat tell me, wench, how will the world repute me, For which the youthful lover now is gone, For undertaking so unstaid a journey?

And this way comes he with it presently; I fear me, it will make me scandaliz’d.

Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go not. Bat, good my lord, do it so canningly, Jul. Nay, that I will not.

That my discovery be not aimed at; Luc. Then never dream of infamy, bat go. For love of you, not hate unto my friend, If Proteus like your journey, when you come,

Hath made me publisher of this pretence. No matter who's displeas'd, when you are gone : Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know I fear me be will scarce be pleas'd withal.

That I had any light from thee of this. Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear: Pro. Adieu, my lord; sir Valentine is coming. A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears, And instances as infinite of love,


(Eri Warrant me welcome to my Protens.

Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast? Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men. Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger

Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect; That stays to bear my letters to my friends, But traer stars did govern Proteus' birth :

And I am going to deliver them. His words are bonds, bis oaths are oracles;

Duke. Be they of much import? His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate;

Val. The tenor of them doth but signify His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; My health, and happy being at your coart. His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. Duke. Nay, then no matter ; stay with me awhile: Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you come I am to break with thee of some affairs, to him!

That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret. Jul. Now, as thou lov’st me, do him not that 'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought To bear a hard opinion of his truth; (wrong, To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter. Only deserve my love, by loving him;

Val. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the match And presently go with me to my chamber,

Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleman To take a note of what I stand in need of,

Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities To furnish me apon my longing journey.

Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter: All that is mine I leave at thy dispose,

Cannot your grace win her to fancy him?

(ward My goods, my lands, my reputation;

Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, fro Only, in lieu thereof, despatch me hence :

Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty: Come, answer not, but to it presently;

Neither regarding that she is my child, I am impatient of my tarriance. (Exeunt. Nor fearing me as if I were her father: ACT III.

And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,

Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her ; SCENE I.—Milan. An Anti-room in the Duke's And, where I thought the remnant of mine age Palace.

Should have been cherish'd by ber child-like duty, Enter DUKE, TUURIO, and PROTEUS.

I now am full resolved to take a wife,

And turn her out to who will take her in : Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile ; Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower; We have some secrets to confer about.

For me and my possessions she esteems not. [Exit Thurio.

Val. What would your grace have me to do in tais ? Now tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here,

Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would dis- | Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy,
The law of friendship bids me to conceal: (cover, And Dought esteems my aged eloquence :
But, when I call to mind your gracious favours Now, therefore, woald'I have thee to my tutor
Done to me, undeserving as I am,

(For long agone I have forgot to court: My daty pricks me on to utter that,


the fashion of the time is chang d ;) Which else no worldly good should draw from me. How, and which way, I may bestow myself,

To cast

To be regarded in her snn-bright eye.

Will give thee time to leave our royal court, Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words: By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,

I ever bore my daughter, or thyself. More than quick words, do move a woman's mind. Be


I will not hear thy vain excuse ; Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent her. But as thou lov’st thy lite, make speed from hence. Vai. A woman sometimes scorns what best con

[Exit Duke. God her another; never give her o'er; tents her: Val. And why not death, rather than living torFur scora at first makes after-love the more.

To die, is to be banish'd from myself; (ment ? lishe do Irown, 'tis not in hate you,

And Silvia is myself: banishd from her, Bit rather to beget more love in you :

Is self from self; a deadly banishment ! If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone ;

What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? For why, the fools are mad, if leit alone.

What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
Take no repalse, whatever she doth say;

Unless it be to think that she is by,
Far, get you gone, she doth not mean away : And feed upon the shadow of perfection.
Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces; Except I be by Silvia in the night,
Thongh ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces. There is no music in the nightingale :
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

There is no day for me to look upon: Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her friends She is my essence; and I leave to be, [ato a youthful gentleman of worth;

If I be not by her fair influence And kept severely from resort of men,

Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive. That no man hath access by day to her.

I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom : Val

. Why then I would resort to her by night. Tarry I here, I but attend on death; Duke. Ay, but the doors be lockd, and keys kept But, fly I hence, I fly away from life. Tial no man hath recourse to her by night. (safe, al. What lets, but one may enter at ber window?

Enter PROTEUS and LAUNCE. Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. And bailt so shelving, that one cannot climb it

Laun. So-ho! so-ho! Wanoat apparent hazard of his life.

Pro. What seest thou ? Val

. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of cords, Laun. Him we go to find : there's not a hair on's op with a pair of anchoring books,

head, but 'tis a Valentine. Would serve to scale another Hero's tower,

Pro. Valentine ?
So bold Leander would adventure it.

Val. No.
Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Pro. Who then ? his spirit?
Ateise me where I may have such a ladder. (that. Val. Neither.

Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me Pro. What then?
Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, Val. Nothing.
The longs for every thing that he can come by, Laun. Can nothing speak ? master, shall I strike ?

Fai. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. Pro. Whom would'st thou strike?
Dike. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone; Laun. Nothing.
live shall I best convey the ladder thither?

Pro. Villain, forbear. Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray you,Labor a cloak, that is of any length.

(turn. Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear:-Friend Valentine, Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the

a word.

[news, Val. Ar, my good lord.

Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good Duke. Then let me see thy cloak:

So much of bad already hath possess'd them. List me one of such another length.

Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, Jr! Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord. For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad. Dake. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak?- Val. Is Silvia dead ? Tarthee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.

Pro. No, Valentine. What letter is this same? What's bere?-To Silvia? Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia ! Aud bere an engine fit for my proceeding!

Hath she forsworn me? Lite so bold to break the seal for once. [Reads. Pro. No, Valentine. My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly; Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me!And slares they are to me, that send them flying: What is your news ?

[vanish'd. 0.auld their master come and go as lightly, Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation that you are Himself would loulye, where senseless they are Pro. That thou art banished, 0, that's the news; lying.

From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend. W, harald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them ; Val. O, I have fed upon this woe already, While I, their king, that thither them importune, And now excess of it will make me surfeit. Do curse the grace that with such grace hath Doth Silvia know that I am banished? bless'd them,

Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath otler'd to the doom, Because myself do want my servantsfortune : (Which, unrevers’d, stands in effectual force,) | urse myselt, for they are sent by me, (be. A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears : Pirt they should harbour where their lord should Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd;

With them, upon her knees, her humble sell; bing, this night I will enfranchise thee :

Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became Iso: and here's the ladder for the purpose.

As if but now they waxed pale for woe : [them, Way, Phaeton. (for thou art Merops' sop,)

But neither bended knees, pure bands held up, Withou aspire to guide the heavenly car, Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears, Ad with thy daring fully burn the world!

Could penetrate her upcompassionate sire:
Witthon reach stars, because they shine on thee? But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die.
Gs, base intruder! over-weening slave!

Besides, her intercession chaf'd him so, tie tow thy fawning smiles on equal mates;

When she for thy repeal was suppliant, And think, my patience, more than thy desert, That to close prison he commanded her, le privilege for thy departure hence:

With many bitter threats of biding there. Tak me for this, more than for all the favours, Val. No more; unless the next word, that thou sich, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee.

speak'st, lict if thou liozer in my territories,

Have some malignant power opon my life. Lager than swiflest expedition

If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear,

Heats here?

As ending anthem of my endless dolour.

Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, in Pro. Cease to lament for that thou can'st not help, respect of her breath. And study help, for that which thou lament'st. Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

breakfast: read on. Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love; Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth. Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.

Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath. Hope is a lover's staff'; walk hence with that, Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep. And manage it against despairing thoughts.

Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence; her talk. Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd

Speed. Item, She is slow in words. Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.

Laun. O villain, that set this down among her The time now serves not to expostulate :

vices! To be slow in words, is a woman's only Come, I'll convey thee through the city gate ; virtue: I pray thee, out with't; and place it for her And, ere I part with thee, confer at large

chief virtue. Of all that may concern thy love-affairs:

Speed. Item, She is proud. As thog lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself,

Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, Regard thy danger, and along with me.

and cannot be ta'en from her. Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thoa seest my boy, Speed. Item, She hath no teeth.

(crusts Bid him make baste, and meet me at the north-gate. Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love

Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out-Come, Valentine. Speed. Item, She is curst.
Val. O my dear Silvia ! hapless Valentine ! Laun. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to bite

(Exeunt Valentine and Proteus. Speed. She will often praise her liquor. Laun. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have Laun. If her liquor be good, she shail: if she wil the wit to think,

my master is a kind of kpave: but not, I will; for good things should be praised that's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives Speed. Item, She is too liberal. not now, that knows me to be in love ; yet I am in Laun. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's wnt love; but a team of horse shall not pluck that down she is slow of: of her purse she shall not; for from me; nor who 'tis I love, and yet 'tis a woman : that I'll keep shut: now of another thing she may; but that woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis and that I cannot help. Well, proceed. a milkmaid; yet 'tis not a maid, for she

hath had Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, and gossips : yet'tis a maid, for she is her master's maid, more faults than hairs, and more wealth than and serves for wages. She hath more qualities faults. than a water-spaniel, which is mach in a bare Laun. Stop there; I'll have her; she was mine, christian. Here is the cat-log (Pulling out a paper)

, and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article of her conditions. Imprimis, She can fetch and rehearse that once more. carry: Why, a horse can do do more ; nay, a horse Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit,cannot fetch, but only carry; therefore, is she better Laun. More hair than wit,-it may be ; I'll prove than a jade. Item, She can milk; look you, a sweet it: the cover of the salt hides the salt, and therevirtue in a maid with clean hands.

fore it is more than the salt; the hair that covers the

wit, is more than the wit; for the greater hides the Enter SPEED

less. What's next? Speed. How now, signior Launce ? what news Speed.- And more faults than hairs,with your mastership?

Laun. That's monstrous: 0, that that were out? Laun. With my master's ship? why, it is at sea. Speed.- And more wealth than faults.

Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake the Laun. Why, that word makes the faults gracious word : what news then in your paper ?

Well, I'll have her: and if it be a match, as nothing Laun. The blackest news that ever thou heard'st is impossible, Speed. Why, man, how black?

Speed. What then? Laun. Why, as black as ink.

Laun. Why, then I will tell thee,-that thy Speed. Let me read them.

master stays for thee at the north gate. Laun. Fye on thee, jolt-head; thou canst not read. Speed. For me? Speed. Thou liest, I can.

(thee? Laun. For thee? ay; who art thoa? he hath staid Laun. I will try thee: tell me this: who begot | for a better man than thee. Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather.

Speed. And mast I go to him? Laun. O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy Laun. Thoa must run to him, for thou hast staid grandmother: this proves, that thou canst not read. so long, that going will scarce serve the turn.

Speed. Come, fool, come : try me in thy paper. Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner ? 'pos of
Laun. There ; and St. Nicholas be thy speed! your love-letters!
Speed. Imprimis, She can milk.

Laun. Now will be be swinged for reading by Laun. Ay, that she can.


: an unmannerly slave, that will thrast binnSpeed. Item, She brews good ale.

self into secrets !--I'll after, to rejoice in the bore Laun. And thereof comes the proverb, -Blessing correction. of your heart, you brew good ale. Speed. Item, She can sew.

SCENE II.The same. A Room in the Duke's PaLaun. That's as much as to say, Can she so ?

lace. Enter Duke and THURIO; PROTEUS behind Speed. Item, She can knit.

Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love Laun. What need a man care for a stock with a Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. [you, wench, when she can knit him a stock?

Thu. Since his exile she hath despisd me most, Speed. Item, She can wash and scour.

Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me, Laun. A special virtue ; for then she need not be That I am desperate of obtaining her. washed and scoured.

Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure Speed. Item, She can spin.

Trench'd in ice; which with an hour's heat, Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels, when Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. she can spin for her living.

A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues. And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.

Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues; How now, sir Proteus ? Is your countryman, that, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore According to our proclamation, gone? have no pames.

Pro. Gone, my good lord. Speed. Here follow her vices.

Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously, Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues.

Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief.


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