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Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the boots.?
Val. No, I will not, for it boots thee not.

What? Val. To be in love where scorn is bought with groans; Coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's

With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights :
If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;
If lost, why then a grievous labour won :
However, but a folly bought with wit,
Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

Pro. So, by your circumstance you call me fool
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear you'll prove.
Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at: I am not love.

Val. Love is your master, for he masters you;
And he that is so yoked by a fool
Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.

Pro. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud
The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

Val. And writers say, as the most forward bud
Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,
Even so by love the young and tender wit
Is turn’d to folly; blasting in the bud,
Losing his verdure even in the prime,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.
But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,
That art a votary to fond desire ?
Once more adieu. My father at the road
Expects my coming, there to see me shipp’d.

Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.

Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leavo.
To Milan let me hear from thee by letters,
Of thy success in love, and what news else
Betideth here in absence of thy friend,
And I likewise will visit thee with mine.

Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan.
Val. As much to you at home; and so, farewell. [Exit.

Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love:
He leaves his friends to dignify them more;

1 Supposed by Knight to refer to the instrument of torture, the boot, by which the sufferer's leg was crushed by wedges driven between it and the boot in which it was placed. Collier says it is & proverbial expression, signifying “don't make a laughing-stock of me."

I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.
Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me;
Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,
War with good counsel, set the world at nought,
Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.

Enter SPEED.
Speed. Sir Proteus, save you. Saw you my master ?
Pro. But now he parted hence to embark for Milan.

Speed. Twenty to one, then, he is shipp'd already, And I have play'd the sheep in losing him.

Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, An if the shepherd be awhile away. Speed. You conclude, that my master is a shepherd,

then, and I a sheep? Pro. I do. Speed. Why then, my horns are his horns, whether

I wake or sleep. Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. Speed. This proves me still a sheep. Pro. True, and thy master a shepherd. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another.

Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me: therefore, I am no sheep.

Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep.

Speed. Such another proof will make me cry“ baa."

Pro. But, dost thou hear? gav'st thou my letter to Julia ?

Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton'; and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.

· Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons.

Speed. If the ground be overcharg’d, you were best stick her.

Pro. Nay, in that you are a stray, 't were best pound you.

1 Most commentators make this mean, a dressed-up courtesan. Knight suggests that, (lace being used in its primitive meaning of any thing that catches or secures) it means caught sheep.

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Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter.

Pro. You mistake : I mean the pound, the pinfold. Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover.

Pro. But what said she? did she nod ?
Speed. I.

[SPEED nods. Pro. Nod, I? why that's noddy.' Speed. You mistook, sir: I say she did nod, and you ask me, if she did nod? and I say I.

Pro. And that set together, is noddy.

Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains. Pro. No, no; you shall have it for bearing the letter.

Speed. Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear with you. Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me?

Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having nothing but the word noddy for my pains.

Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.
Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.

Pro. Come, come; open the matter in brief: what said she ?

Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the matter, may be both at once deliver'd.

Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said she?

[Giving him money." Speed. Truly, sir, I think you 'll hardly win her. Pro. Why? Couldst thou perceive so much from her? Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her

better; No, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter; And being so hard to me that brought to her your mind, I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling you hero mind. Give her no token but stones, for she's as hard as steel.

Pro. What! said she nothing?

Speed. No, not so much as" Take this for thy pains.” To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'd' me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself. And so, sir, I'll commend you to my master.

[Exit. Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck, 1 The old name for the knave or fool of a pack of cards. 2 3 Not in f. e. 4 to her: not in f. e. 5 tell your mind : in f. e. 6 This speech is printed as prose in f. e. 7 A testern is a sixpence, 8 Not in f. e.

Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
Being destin'd to a drier death on shore. -
I must go send some better messenger :
I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,
Receiving them from such a worthless post. (Exit.?
SCENE II.—The Same. Julia's Garden.

Enter Julia and LUCETTA.
Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone,
Wouldst thou, then, counsel me to fall in love ?

Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully.

Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, That every day with parle encounter me, In thy opinion which is worthiest love ? Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show my

mind, According to my shallow simple skill.

Jul. What think’st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour ?

Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine;
But, were I you, he never should be mine.

Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercutio ??
Luc. Well, of his wealth ; but of himself, so, so.
Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ?
Luc. Lord, lord ! to see what folly reigns in us!
Jul. How now? what means this passion at his name?

Luc. Pardon, dear madam : 't is a passing shame,
That I, unworthy body as I am
Should censure thus a loving gentleman.

Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ?
Luc. Then thus,-of many good I think him best.
Jul. Your reason ?

Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason:
I think him so, because I think him so.

Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him?
Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away.
Jul. Why, he, of all the rest, hath never mov'd me.
Luc. Yet he, of all the rest, I think, best loves ye.
Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small.
Luc. Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.
Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love.
Luc. O! they love least, that let men know their love.
Jul. I would I knew his mind.

Peruse this paper, madam. 1 Exeunt: in f. e. ? Mercatio : in f. e. 3 on lovely: in f. e.

Jul. “To Julia.” Say, from whom. [Gives a letter.' Luc.

That the contents will show. Jul. Say, say, who gave it thee? Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from

Proteus. He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, Did in your name receive it: pardon the fault, I pray.

Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!
Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines?
To whisper and conspire against my youth?
Now, trust me, 't is an office of great worth,
And you an officer fit for the place.
There, take the paper : see it be return'd, [Gives it back.?
Or else return no more into my sight.

Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.
Jul. Will you be gone?

That you may ruminate. [Exit.
Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter.
It were a shame to call her back again,
And pray her to a fault for which I chid her.
What fool is she, that knows I am a maid,
And would not force the letter to my view,
Since maids, in modesty, say "No," to that
Which they would have the profferer construe, “Ay."
Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love,
That like a testy babe will scratch the nurse,
And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod.
How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,
When willingly I would have had her here:
How angerly I taught my brow to frown,
When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile.
My penance is to call Lucetta back,
And ask remission for my folly past.
What ho! Lucetta !

Re-enter LUCETTA. Luc.

What would your ladyship? Jul. Is it near dinner-time ? Luc.

I would, it were; That you might kill your stomach on your meat, And not upon your maid.

[Drops the letter, and takes it up again.' Jul. What is 't that you took up so gingerly ? Luc. Nothing.

1 2 Not in f. e. This direction is not in f. e.

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