Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: Give me a note: your ladyship can set. 80 Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible; Jul. And why not you? I cannot reach so high. 84 Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. And mar the concord with too harsh a descant: I see things too, although you judge I wink. 136 There wanteth but a mean to fill your song. 92 Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. Unto a ragged, fearful hanging rock, And throw it thence into the raging sea! Jul. Come, come; will't please you go? [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The Same. A Room in ANTONIO'S Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Pant. He wonder'd that your lordship 4 And did request me to importune you To let him spend his time no more at home, 16 20 Whereon this month I have been hammering. Lo! here in one line is his name twice writ, 120 How his companion, youthful Valentine, 'Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus, Attends the emperor in his royal court. 26 Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn. 43 O! that our fathers would applaud our loves, 48 SCENE I. - Milan. A Room in the DUKE'S To seal our happiness with their consents! Speed. She that your worship loves? Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Speed. Marry, by these special marks: first, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms, like a malecontent; to relish a lovesong, 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 laughed, to crow like a cock; when you walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked 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? 36 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. 45 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. 49 56 thousand. Speed. That she is not so fair, as, of you, wellfavoured. 60 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 esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty. 69 Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed. Val. How long hath she been deformed? 72 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. 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? 81 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 120 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. And yet 126 Sil. Yes, yes: the lines are very quaintly writ, 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. 137 I would have had them writ more movingly. Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another. Sil. And when it's writ, for my sake read it 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. 143 Jul. If you turn not, you will return the a steeple! My master sues to her, and she hath taught her Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake. suitor, [Gives him a ring. He being her pupil, to become her tutor. Pro. Why, then, we'll make exchange: here, [Gives her another. take you this. write the letter? 9 Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss. 156 Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak; Val. Why, she hath not writ to me? Speed. What need she, when she hath made you write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest? 162 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. Val. I would it were no worse. SCENE III. The Same. A Street. 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 in him than a dog; a Jew would have wept to SCENE IV. - Milan. A Room in the DUKE'S have seen our parting: why, my grandam, hav Palace. ing no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it. Enter VALENTINE, SILVIA, THURIO, and SPEED. This shoe is my father; no, this left shoe is my Sil. Servant! 36 Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly. Thu. How? Sil. What, angry, Sir Thuriol do you change 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 myself: ay, so, so. Now come I to my father; 'Father, 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. colour? 24 Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of chameleon. Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset. [Exeunt. Sir Va'entine, your fatl er's in good health: |