that, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore have no names.

Speed. Here follow her vices.

Laun. Clofe at the heel of her virtues.

Speed. Item, the is not to be kifs'd fafting, in respect of her breath.

Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfaft: read on.

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Speed. Item, the hath a fweet mouth.

Laun. That makes amends for her four breath. Speed. Item, the doth talk in her fleep.

Laun. It's no matter for that, fo the fleep not in her talk.

Speed. Item, fhe is flow in words.

Laun. O villain! that fet down among her vices! to be flow in words is a woman's only virtue; I pray thee out with't, and place it for her chief virtue.

Speed. Item, fhe is proud.

Laun. Out with that too: it was Eve's legacy, and cannot be ta'en from her.

Speed. Item, the hath no teeth.

Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love crufts.

Speed. Item, fhe is curst.

Laun. Well; the beft is, fhe hath no teeth to bite. Speed. Item, the will often praise her liquor. Laun. If her liquor be good, the fhall; if the will not, I will; for good things thould be praised. Speed. Item, the is too liberal.

Laun. Of her tongue the cannot; for that's writ down, fhe is flow of; of her purfe the fhall not, for that I'll keep fhut; now of another thing the may, and that cannot I help. Well, proceed.

Speed. Item, the hath more hairs than wit, and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults.

Laun. Stop here; I'll have her; fhe was mine, and not mine, twice or thrice in that article. Rehearse that once more.

Speed. Item, fae hath more hair than wit.

Laun. More hair than wit, it may be; I'llprove it: the cover of the falt hides the falt, and therefore it is more than the falt; the hair, that covers the wit, is more than the wit; for the greater hides the lefs. What's next?

Speed. And more faults than hairs.

Laun. That's monftrous: oh, that that were out!
Speed. And more wealth than faults.

Laun. Why, that word makes the faults gracious: well, I'll have her; and if it be a match, as nothing is impoffible

Speed. What then?

Laun. Why then will I tell thee, that thy master ftays for thee at the north-gate.

Speed. For me?

Laun. For thee? ay, who art thou? he hath ftaid for a better man than thee.

Speed. And muft I go to him?

Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou haft ftaid fo long, that going will scarce ferve the turn. Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner? pox on your love-letters!

Laun. Now will he be fwinged for reading my letter: an unmannerly flave,. that will thrust himfelf into fecrets--I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction. [Exeunt.

Enter DUKE and THURIO.

Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not but that she will love Now Valentine is banished from her fight. [you Thu. Since his exile fhe hath defpifed me moft, Forfworn my company, and railed at me, That I am defperate of obtaining her.

Duke. This weak imprefs of love is as a figure
Trenched in ice, which with an hour's heat
Diffolves to water, and doth lofe his form.
A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,
And worthless Valentine fhall be forgot..
Enter PROTHEUS.

How now, Sir Protheus? Is your countryman,
According to our proclamation, gone?
Pro. Gone, my good Lord.

Duke. My daughter takes his going heavily.. Pro. A little time, my Lord, will kill that grief, Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so. Protheus, the good conceit I hold of thee, (For thou haft fhown fome fign of good defert) Makes me the better to confer with thee.

Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your Grace, Let me not live to look upon your Grace.

Duke. Thou knowest how willingly I would effect The match between Sir Thurio and my daughter. Pro. I do, my Lord.

Duke. And also, I do think, thou art not ignorant How the oppofes her against my will.

Pro. She did, my Lord, when Valentine was here.
Duke. Ay, and perverfely the perfevers fo.
What might we do to make the girl forget
The love of Valentine, and love Sir Thurio?
Pro. The best way is to flander Valentine
With falfhood, cowardice, and poor defcent:
Three things that women highly hold in hate.
Duke. Ay, but he'll think that it is spoke in hate.
Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it:

Therefore it must with circumstance be spoken
By one whom fhe esteemeth as his friend.

Duke. Then you must undertake to flander him.
Pro. And that, my Lord, I fhall be loth to do;

'Tis an ill office for a gentleman,

Efpecially against his very friend.

Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage

Your flander never can endamage him;

Therefore the office is indifferent,

Being intreated to it by your friend.

[him,

Pro. You have prevailed, my Lord: if I can do it, By ought that I can fpeak in his difpraise, She fhall not long continue love to him. But fay this weed her love from Valentine, (13) It follows not that fhe will love Sir Thurio.

Thu. Therefore as you unwind her love from him, Left it fhould ravel, and be good to none, You must provide to bottom it on me: Which must be done, by praifing me as much As you in worth difpraise Sir Valentine.

Duke. And, Protheus, we dare trust you in this Because we know, on Valentine's report, You are already love's firm votary;

[kind,

And cannot foon revolt and change your mind.
Upon this warrant fhall you have accefs,
Where you with Silvia may confer at large:
For the is lumpith, heavy, melancholy,

And, for your friend's fake, will be glad of you;
Where you may temper her by your perfuafion,
To hate young Valentine, and love my friend.
Pro. As much as I can do I will effect.
But you, Sir Thurio, are not fharp enough;
You must lay lime, to tangle her defires,
By wailful fonnets, whose composed rhimes
Should be full fraught with serviceable vows.

(13) But fay this weed her love- This caft of reafoning very near refembles that of Davus in the Andria of Terence, A 2 Sc. 2.

-Ridiculum caput !

Quafi neceffe fit, fi huic non dat, te illam uxorem ducere.

Duke. Much is the force of heaven-bred poefy.
Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty
You facrifice your tears, your fighs, your heart:
Write 'till your ink be dry; and with your tears
Moift it again; and frame fome feeling line,
That may difcover fuch integrity:

For Orpheus' lute was ftrung with poets finews;
Whofe golden touch could foften steel and stones,
Make tygers tame, and huge Leviathans
Forfake unfounded deeps, to dance on fands.
After your dire-lamenting elegies,

Vifit by night your Lady's chamber-window
With fome sweet confort; to their inftruments
Tune a deploring dump; the night's dead filence
Will well become fuch fweet complaining grievance.
This, or else nothing, will inherit her.

Duke. This difcipline fhews, thou hast been in love. Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in practice; Therefore, fweet Protheus, my direction-giver, Let us into the city prefently,

To fort fome gentlemen well fkilled in mufic;
I have a fonnet that will ferve the turn,
To give the onset to thy good advice.

Duke. About it, Gentlemen.

Pro. We'll wait upon your Grace, 'till after fupper; And afterwards determine our proceedings. Duke. Even now about it. I will pardon you. [Exeunt.