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Or fearing else some messenger, that might her so. Now come I to my father; Father, your blessmind discover,
ing; now should not the shoe speak & word for Herself halh taught 'her love himself to write weeping; now should I kiss my father; well, he into her lover.
weeps on :-now come I to my mother, 10, that she
could speak now !) like a wood: woman ;-well, I All this I speak in print; for in print I found it.- kiss her;-why there'tis ; here's my mother's breath Why muse you, sir? 'tis dinner-iime.
up and down: now come I to my sister ; mark the Val. I have dined.
moan she makes : now the dog all this while sheds Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir: though the came- not a tear, nor speaks a word; but see how I lay leon, Love, can feed on the air, I am one that am the dust with my tears. nourished by my victuals, and would sain have meat: 0, be not like your mistress; be moved, be
Enter Panthino. moved.
Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard; thy master
weepest thou, man ? Away,
ass; you will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer. Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.
Laun. It is no matter if the ty'd were lost; for it Jul. I must, where is no remedy.
is the unkindest ty'd that ever any man ty'd. Pro. When possibly I can, I will return.
Pan. What's the unkindest tide ? Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner:
Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here; Crab, my dog. Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake,
Pan. Tut, man, I mean thoul't lose the flood; (Giving a ring, and, in losing
the flood, lose thy voyage ; and, in Pre. Why then we'll make exchange ; here, losing thy voyage lose hy master; and, in losing take you this,
thy master, Jose thy service; and, in losing thy Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.
service --Why dost thou stop my mouth! Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy ;
Laun. For scar thou should'si lose thy tongue. And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day,
Pan. Where should I lose my tongue ? Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,
Laun. In thy tale. The next ensuing hour some soul mischance
Pan. In thy taii ? Torment me for my love's forgetfulness !
Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the My father stays my coming; answer not;
master, and the service? The tide! --why, man, The tide is now : nay, not the tide of tears ;
ir the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my That tide will stay ne longer than I should
tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the
(Exit Julia. boat with my sighs. Julia, farewell.-What! gone without a word ?
Pan. Come, come away, man; I was sent to
call thee. Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak; For truth bath better deeds, than words, to grace it.
Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.
Pan. Wilt thou go?
(Exeunt. Pan. Sir Proteus, you are staid for.
SCENE IV, Milan. An apartment in the Pro. Go; I come, I come :
Duke's palace. Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thu. Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers durnb.
rio, and Speed. (Exeunt.
Sil. Servant SCENE III.-The same, A street. Enter Val. Mistress ? Launce, leading a dog.
Speed. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you. Launce, Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done Speed. Not of you.
Val. Ay, boy, it's for love. weeping; all the kind of the Launces have this
Val. Of my mistress then. very fault: I have received my proportion, like the
Speed. 'Twere good, you knocked him. prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus to
Sid. Servant, you are sad." the Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so. sourest-natured dog that lives: my mother weeping, Thu. Seem you that you are not ? my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howl"!
Val. Haply, * I do. ing, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house Thu. So do counterfeits. in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-heartedi Val. So do you. cur shed one tear: he is a stone, a very pebble- Thu, What seem I, that I am not ? stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog: a Val. Wise. Jew would have wept to have seen our parting; Thu. What instance of the contrary? why, my grandam having no eyes, look you, wept Val. Your folly. herself 'blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you Thu. And how quote you my folly ? the manner of it: This shoe is my father ;-no, this Val. I quote it in your jerkin. left shoe is my father ;-no, no, this left shoe is my Tln. My jerkin is a doublet. mother; nay, that cannot be so neither ;-yes, it is Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly. so, it is so: it hath the worser sole: this shoe, with Thu. How ? the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father : a Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio? do you change vengeance on't! there'tis: now, sir, this staff is my colour ? sister; for, look you, she is as white as a lily, and as Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a land of small as a wand this hat is Nan, our maid; I am cameleon. the dog :-no, the dog is himself, and I am the Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, dog. 8, the dog is me, and I am myself; ay, so, than live in your air. (1) Kindred. (2) Crazy, distracted,
(3) Serious, (4) Perhape. (5) Oborre,
Val. You have said, sir.
Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchisid Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time.
them Val. I know it well, sir ; you always end ere you Upon some other pain for fealty. begin.
Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds thém přídoSil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot oft:
su. Nay, then he should be blind ; and, being Val. 'Tis indeed, madam; ie thank the blind, giver.
How could he see his way to seek out you? Su, Who is that, servant ?
Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes, Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire: Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all. Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship’s Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself; looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly in your Upon a homely object love ean wink. company;. Thit . "Sir, if you spend word for word with me,
Enter Proteus I shall make your wit bankrupt.
Val. I know it well, sir: you have an exchequer Sil. Have done, have done ; here comes the of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, Vdowelcome, dear Proteus !-Mistress, I bethat they live by your bare words.
Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more; here comes Confirm his welcome trith some special favour. my father.
Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither,
If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from. Enter Duke.
Val. Mistress, it is: sweet lady, entertain him
To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship. Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset. Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant. Sir Valentine, your father's in good health: Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant What say you to a letter from your friends To have a look of such a worthy mistress. of much good news ?
Val. Leave off discourse of disability :Val.
My lord, I will be thankful Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant. To any happy messenger from thence.
Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else. Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your country Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed; man ?
Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress. Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman Pro. P'il dic on him that says so, but yourself. To be of worth, and worthy estimation,
Sil. That you are welcome ? And not without desert so well reputed.
No; that you are worthless. Duke. Hath he not a son? Val. Ay, my good lord; a son, that well de
Enler Servant. The honour and regard of such a father.
Ser. Madam, my lord your fatheř would speak Duke, You know him well ? Val. I knew him as myself; for from our in Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure. [Exit Servant. fancy
Come, Sir Thurio; We have convers’d, and spent our hours together: Go with me :-Once more, new servant, welcome! And though wysell have been an idle truant, I'll leave you to confer of home affairs; Omitting the sweet benefit of time,
When you have done, we look to hear from you. To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection; Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship. Yet hath Sir Proteus, for that's his name,
[Ereunt Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. Made use and fair advantage of his days:
Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you His years but young, but his experience old;
came? His head unmellowvd, but his judgment ripe'; Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much And, in a word (for far behind his worth
commended. Come all the praises that I now bestow,)
Val. And how do yours? He is complete in feature, and in mind,
I les them all in health. With all good grace to grace a gentieman. Val. How does your lady? and how thrives your Duke. Beshrew' me, sir, but, if he make this love ? good,
Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you : He is as worthy for an empress' love,
I know, you joy not in a love-discourse. As meet to be an emperor's counsellor.
Val. "Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now : Well, sir; this gentleman is come to me,
I have done penance for contemning love ; With commendation from great potentates; Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me And here he means to spend his time awhile : With bitter fasts, with penitential groans I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.
With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs ; Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been For, in revenge of my contempt of love,
he. Duke. Welcome him then according to his And made them watchers of mine own heart's sor
Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, worth; Silvia, 1 speak to you; and you, Sir Thurio:
o, gentle Proteus, love's å mighty lord ; For Valentine, I rieed not citer him to it : And hath so humbled me, as, I consess, I'll send him hither to you presently. (Erit Duke. There is no wo to his correction,
Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship, Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth! Had come along with me, but that his mistress
Now, no discourse, except it be of love; bri hölā kib eyes lock'd in her crystal looks. Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep,
Upon the very naked name of love. a) III betide, (2) Incite,
Pro. Enough; I read võur fortune in your eyei:
Was this the idol that you worship so?
1 Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,
There is no reason but I shall be blind.
I will not flatter her. If I can check my erring, love, I will;
SCENE V.-The same. A street. Enter Speed
Speed. Launce ! by mine honesty, welcome to
Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for I
Sweet, except not any; am not welcome. I reckon this always—that a man
Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? come to a place, till some certain shot be paid, and
the hostess say, welcome.
Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they
Val. Pardon me, Proteus: all I can, is nothing Speed. But shall she marry him ?
Speed. How then ? shall he marry her ?
Laun. No, neither.
Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish.
Spred. Why then, how stands the matter with
Speed. What an ass art thou ! I understand thee
Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst
Speed. What thou say'st ?
Laun. Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I'll
Ay, and we are betroth'd; but lean, and my staff understands me.
Speed. It stands under thee, indeed.
Laun. Why, stand under and understand is all
Pro. Go on before ; I shall inquire you forth: Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will.
Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from
me, but by a parable.
Speed. 'Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce,
how say'st thou, that my master is become a nota.
(Exit Val. ble lover ?
Laun. I never knew him otherwise,
Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest hins
Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest
Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he
burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to the
ale-house, so; if not, thou art a Hebrew, a Jew, O! but I love his lady too, too much;
and not worth the name of a Christian.
Wilt thou go?
Speed. At thy service,
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire ; SCENE VI.-The same. An apartment in the But qualify the fire's extreme rage, palace. Enter Proteus.
Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.
Jul. The more thou dam'st* it up, the more it Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn;
burns; To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn;
The current, that with gentle murmur glides, To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn;
Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth And even that power, which gave me first my oath,
rage; Provokes me to this threefold perjury.
But, when his fair course is not hindered, Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear: He makes sweet music with the enameli'd stones, O sweet-suggesting' love, if thou hast sinn'd,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it. He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; At first I did adore a twinkling star,
And so by many winding nooks he strays, But now I worship a celestial sun.
With willing sport, to the wild ocean. Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken; Then let me go, and hinder not my course: And he wants wit, that wants resolved will I'll be as patient as a gentle stream, To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better. And make a pastime of each weary step,, Fie, fie, unreverend tongue! to call her bad, Till the last step have brought me to my love, Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil, With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. A blessed soul doth in Elysium. I cannot leave to love, and yet I do;
Luc. But in what habit will you go along? But there I leave to love, where I should love. Jul. Not like a woman; for I would preveat Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose;
The loose encounters of lascivious men: If I keep them, I needs must lose myself ; Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds If I lose them, thus find I by their loss,
As may beseem some well-reputed page. For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia.
Luc. Why then your ladyship must cut your I to myself am dearer than a friend;
hair. For love is still more precious in itself;
Jul. No, girl; lil knit it up in silken strings, And Silvia, witness heaven, that made her fair!
With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots : Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.
To be fantastic may become a youth I will forget that Julia is alive,
Of greater time than I shall show to be. Kememb'ring that my love to her is dead;
Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,
breeches ? Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend.
Jul. That fits as well, as 'tell me, good ney I cannot now prove constant to mysell,
lord, Without some treachery used to Valentine : What compass will you wear your farthingale ? This night he meaneth with a corded ladder Why, even that fashion thou best lik'st, Lucetta. To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window; Luc. You must needs have them with a cod. Myself in counsel, his competitor:
piece, madam. Now presently I'll give her father notice
Jul. Out, out, Lucetta ! that will be ill-favour'd. or their disguising, and pretendedflight ;
Lac. A round hose, madam, now's not worth a Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine;
pin, For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter : Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on. But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross, Jul. Lucetta, as thou lor'st me, let me have By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly: Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me, As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! (Exit. For undertaking so unstaid a journey?
I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd. SCENE VII.-Verona. A room in Julia's Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go house. Enter Julia and Lucetta.
Jul. Nay, that I will not. -
I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal.
And instances as infinite of love,
Warrant me welcome to my Proteus.
Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men.
His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth Pity the dearth that I have pined in,
Luc. Pray heaven, be prove so, when you come By longing for that food so long a time.
to him! Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Jul. Now, as thou lovost me, do him not that Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow,
wrong, As seek to quench the fire of love with words. To bear a hard opinion of his truth: (1) Teppting (2) Confederate (3) Intended. (4) Closest (6) Trouble
Only deserve my love, by loving him ;
Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so last? To furnish me upon my longiug journey.
Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger All that is mine I leave at thy dispose,
That stays to bear my letters to my friends, My goods, my lands, my reputation ;
And I ain going to deliver them Only in lieu thereof, despatch me hence :
Duke. Be they of much import? Come, wer not, but to it presently;
Val. The tenor of them doth but signify I am impatient of my tarriance. (Exeunt. My health, and happy being at your court.
Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with me
I am to break with thee of some affairs,
That touch me near, wheruin thou must be secret.
To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter. SCENE I.-Milan. An anti-room in the Duke's
Val. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the palace. Enter Duke, Thurio, and Proteus.
Were rich and honourable ; besides, the gentleDike. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, a while ; We have some secrets to confer about.
(Exit Thurio, Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter :
Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities
Duke. No, trust ine; she is peevish, sullen, frocover,
ward, The law of friendship bids me to conceal:
Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty: But, when I call to mind your gracious favours
Neither regarding that she is my child, Done to me, undeserving as I am,
Nor fearing me as if I were her father; My duty prícks me on to utter that
Ard, may I say to thee, this pride of hers Which else no worldly good should draw from me. Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her ; Know, worthy prince, Sir Valentinc, my friend,
And, where I thought the remnant of mine age This night iniends to steal away your daughter; Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty, Mysell am one mnade privy to the plot.
I now am full resolv'd to take a wife, I know you have determin'd to bestow her
And turn her out to who will take her in: On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates; Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower; And should she thus be stolcn away from you,
For me and my possessions she esteenus not. It would be much vexation to your age.
Val. What would your grace have me to do in Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose
this? To cross my friend in his intended drift,
Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here, Than, by concealing it, leap on your head Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy, A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, And nought esteems my aged eloquence : Being unprevented, to your timeless grave.
Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor
Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd ;)
Val, Win her with gifts, if she respect not words;
Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent (A rashness that I ever yet have shunn'd,)
her. I gave him gentle looks; thereby to find
Pal. A woman somctimes scorns what best con That which thyself hast now disclos'd to me.
If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
But rạther to beget more love in you: And thence she cannot be convey'd away. If she do chide,
'tis not to have you gone; Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; How lie her chamber-window will ascend, For, get you gone, she doth not mean, at ay : And with a corded ladder fetch her down; Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ; For which the youthful lover now is gone, Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces. And this way comes he with it presently; That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, Where, if it please you, you may intereept him. If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. But, good my lord, do it so cunningly,
Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her That my discovery be not aimed at ;
friends For love of you, not hate unto my friend,
Unto a youthful gentleman of worth ; Hath made me publisher of this pretence.
And kept severely from resort of men, Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know That no man hath access by day to her That I had any light from thee of this,
Val. Why then I would resort to her by night. Pro. Adieu, my lord; sir Valentine is coming. Duke. Aye,
but the doors be lock'd, and key
(Exil. kept safe, (1) Longed for (2) Guess. (3) Tempted. (4) Guessede (5) Dool