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Enter Panthion.

Pant. Launce, away, away, aboard; thy mafter is shipp'd and thou art to poft after with oars: what's the matter? why weep'ft thou, man? away, ass, you will lose the tide if you tarry any longer.

Laun. It is no matter if the tide were loft, for it is the unkindeft tide that ever any man ty’d.

Pant, What's the unkindeft tide?

Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here; Crab, my dog.

Pant. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lofe the flood; and in lofing the flood, lofe thy voyage; and in lofing thy voyage, lofe thy mafter; and in lofing thy mafter, lofe thy fervice; and in lofing thy fervice, why doft thou ftop my mouth? Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue." Pant. Where should I lose my tongue?

Laun. In thy tale.

Pant. In my tail?

Laun. Lose the flood, and the voyage, and the mafter, and the fervice, and the tide; why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my fighs.

Pant, Come, come away, man; I was fent to call thee.
Laun. Sir, call me what thou dar'ft.

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Changes to Milan.

[Exeunt.

Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed,

Sil. Servant.

Val. Miftrefs.

Speed. Mafter, Sir Thurio frowns on you,

Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.

Speed. Not of you.

Val. Of my mistress then.

Speed. "Twere good you knockt him.

Sil. Servant, you are fad.

Val. Indeed, Madam, I seem so.
Thu. Seem you that you are not?
Val. Haply I do.

Thu. So do counterfeits,

Val, So do you.

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Thu. What feem I that I am not?

Val. Wife.

Thu. What inftance of the contrary?
Val. Your folly.

Thu. And how quote you my folly?
Val. I quote it in your jerkin.
Thu. My jerkin is a doublet.

Val. Well then, I'll double your folly.
Thu. How?

Sil. What angry, Sir Thurio? do you change colour? Val. Give him leave, Madam; he is a kind of Cameleon. Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, than live in your air.

Val. You have faid, Sir.

Thu. Ay, Sir, and done too, for this time.

Val. I know it well, Sir; you always end ere you begin. Sel. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly fhot off.

Val. 'Tis indeed, Madam; we thank the giver.

Sil. Who is that, fervant?

Val. Your felf, fweet lady, for you gave the fire: Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks, and fpends, what he borrows, kindly in your company.

Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I fhall make your wit bankrupt.

Val. I know it well, Sir; you have an exchequer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers for it appears, by their bare liveries, that they live by your bare words.

Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more: Here comes my father.

SCENE V. Enter the Duke.

Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard befet. Sir Valentine, your father's in good health:

What fay you to a letter from your friends

Of much good news?

Val. My lord, I will be thankful

To any meffenger from thence,

Duke, Know you Don Anthonio, your countryman? Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman

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To be of worth, and worthy eftimation,
And not without defert fo well reputed.

Duke. Hath he not a fon?

Val. Ay, my good lord, a fon that well deferves The honour and regard of fuch a father.

Duke. You know him well?

Val. I know him as my felf; for from our infancy
We have converft and spent our hours together:
And tho' my self have been an idle truant,
Omitting the fweet benefit of time,

To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection;
Yet hath Sir Protheus, for that's his name,
Made ufe and fair advantage of his days;
His years but young, but his experience old;
His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe;
And in a word, (for far behind his worth
Come all the praises that I now bestow)
He is compleat in feature and in mind,
With all good grace to grace a gentleman.

Duke. Befhrew me, Sir, but if he make this good,
He is as worthy for an Emprefs' love,
As meet to be an Emperor's counsellor :
Well, Sir, this gentleman is come to me,
With commendation from great potentates;
And here he means to spend his time awhile.
I think 'tis no unwelcome news to you.

Vel. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he.
Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth:
Silvia, I fpeak to you; and you, Sir Thurio;
For Valentine, I need not cite him to it:
I'll fend him hither to you presently.

[Exit Duke.
Val. This is the gentleman I told your ladyship
Had come along with me, but that his mistress
Did hold his eyes lockt in her chrystal looks.

Sil. Belike that now the hath enfranchis'd them Upon fome other pawn for fealty.

Val. Nay fure I think she holds them pris'ners ftill." Sil. Nay then he should be blind; and being blind, How could he fee his way to feek out you? Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes.

Thu.

Thu. They fay that love hath not an eye at all. Val. To fee fuch lovers, Thurio, as your self: Upon a homely object love can wink.

SCENE VI. Enter Protheus.

Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the gentleman. Val. Welcome, dear Protheus: miftrefs, I beseech you, Confirm this welcome with fome special favour.

Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither,
If this be he you oft have wifh'd to hear from.
Val. Miftrefs, it is: Sweet lady, entertain him
To be my fellow-fervant to your ladyship.

Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a fervant.
Pro. Not fo, fweet lady; but too mean a fervant
To have a look of fuch a worthy mistress.
Val. Leave off discourse of disability;
Sweet lady, entertain him for your fervant.
Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else.
Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed:
Servant, you're welcome to a worthlefs miftrefs.
Pro. I'll die on him that fays fo but your felf.
Sil. That you are welcome?

Pro. That you are worthless.

Enter Servant.

Ser. Madam, my lord your father would fpeak with you.
Sil. I wait upon his pleafure; come, Sir Thurio,
Go with me. Once more, my new fervant, welcome:
I'll leave you to confer of home-affairs;

When you have done, we look to hear from you.
Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyfhip.

[Exeunt Sil, and Thu.

SCENE VII.

Val. Now tell me, how do all from whence you came? Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much comVal. And how do yours?

Pro. I left them all in health.

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Val. How does your lady? and how thrives your love? Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you;

I know you joy not in a love-discourse.

Val. Ay, Protheus, but that life is alter' now; I have done penance for contemning lov

Whofe

Whofe high imperious thoughts have punish'd me
With bitter fafts, with penitential groans,
With nightly tears and daily heart-fore fighs.
For in revenge of my contempt of love,
Love hath chac'd fleep from my enthralled eyes,

And made them' watchers of mine own heart's forrow.
O gentle Protheus, love's a mighty lord,

And hath fo humbled me, as I confefs

There is no wo to his correction;

Nor to his fervice, any joy on earth.
Now no difcourfe, except it be of love;
Now can I break my faft, dine, fup and fleep
Upon the very naked name of love.

Pro. Enough: I read your fortune in your eye.
Was this the idol that you worship fo?

Val. Even fhe; and is fhe not a heav'nly faint?
Pro. No; but she is an earthly paragon.

Val. Call her divine.

Pro. I will not flatter her.

Val. O flatter me; for love delights in praise. Pro. When I was fick, you gave me bitter pills, And I must minifter the like to you.

Val. Then speak the truth by her : if not divine, Yet let her be a principality,

Sov'reign to all the creatures on the earth. "Pro. Except my mistress.

Val. Sweet, except not any,

Except thou wilt except against my love.
Pro. Have I not reafon to prefer mine own?
Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too:
She fhall be dignify'd with this high honour,
To bear my lady's train, left the base earth
Should from her vefture chance to fteal a kifs;
And, of fo great a favour growing proud,
Disdain to root the fummer-fwelling flower;
And make rough winter everlaftingly.

Pro. Why, Valentine, what bragadifm is this?
Val. Pardon me, Protheus; all I can is nothing
To her, whofe worth makes other worthies nothing;
She is alone.

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