PRO. What seest thou? LAUN. Him we go to find: There's not a hair on 's head, but 't is a Valentine. PRO. Valentine? VAL. NO. PRO. Who then, his spirit? VAL. Neither. PRO. What then? VAL. Nothing. LAUN. Can nothing speak? Master, shall I strike? PRO. Who wouldst thou strike? LAUN. Nothing. PRO. Villain, forbear. LAUN. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray you, PRO. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, VAL. Is Silvia dead? PRO. No, Valentine. VAL. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia! Hath she forsworn me? PRO. No, Valentine. VAL. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me! What is your news? LAUN. Sir, there is a proclamation that you are vanished. PRO. That thou art banished. O, that's the news; From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend. VAL. O, I have fed upon this woe already, And now excess of it will make me surfeit. But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, That to close prison he commanded her, With many bitter threats of 'biding there. VAL. No more; unless the next word that thou speak'st If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear, PRO. Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, VAL. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy, Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north gate. PRO. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. VAL. O my dear Silvia! hapless Valentine! [Exeunt VALENTINE and PROTEUS. LAUN. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have the wit to think my master is a kind of a knave: but that 's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not now that knows me to be in love: yet I am in love; but a team of horse shall not pluck that from me; nor who 't is I love, and yet 't is a woman: but what woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 't is a milkmaid; yet 't is not a maid, for she hath had gossips: yet 't is a maid, for she is her master's maid, and serves for wages. She hath more qualities than a water-spaniel-which is much in a bare christian. Here is the cate-log [pulling out a paper] of her conditions. Imprimis, "she can fetch. and carry." Why, a horse can do no more: nay, a horse cannot fetch, but only carry; therefore is she better than a jade. Item, "she can milk;" look you, a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands. Enter SPEED. SPEED. How now, signior Launce? what news with your mastership? LAUN. With my master's ship? why, it is at sea. SPEED. Well, your old vice still; mistake the word: What news then in your paper? LAUN. The blackest news that ever thou heard'st. SPEED. Why, man, how black? LAUN. Why, as black as ink. SPEED. Let me read them. LAUN. Fie on thee, jolt-head! thou canst not read. SPEED. Thou liest, I can. LAUN. I will try thee: Tell me this: Who begot thee? SPEED. Marry, the son of my grandfather. LAUN. O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy grandmother: this proves that thou canst not read. SPEED. Come, fool, come: try me in thy paper. LAUN. There; and St. Nicholas be thy speed 21! SPEED. Imprimis, "She can milk." LAUN. Ay, that she can. SPEED. Item, "She brews good ale.” LAUN. And thereof comes the proverb,-Blessing of your heart, you brew good ale. SPEED. Item, "She can sew." LAUN. That's as much as to say, can she so? SPEED. Item, "She can knit." LAUN. What need a man care for a stock with a wench, when she can knit him a stock a? SPEED. Item, "She can wash and scour." LAUN. A special virtue; for then she need not be washed and scoured. SPEED. "She can spin." LAUN. Then may I set the world on wheels, when she can spin for her living. SPEED. Item, "She hath many nameless virtues." LAUN. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues; that, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore have no names. SPEED. "Here follow her vices." LAUN. Close at the heels of her virtues. SPEED. Item, "She is not to be kissed fasting, in respect of her breath." LAUN. Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast: Read on. SPEED. Item, "She hath a sweet mouth." LAUN. That makes amends for her sour breath. SPEED. Item, "She doth talk in her sleep." LAUN. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in her talk. SPEED. Item, "She is slow in words." LAUN. O villain, that set this down among her vices! To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue: I pray thee out with 't; and place it for her chief virtue. SPEED. Item," She is proud." LAUN. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, And cannot be ta'en from her. • Stock-stocking. Kissed is not in the original. It was introduced by Rowe. SPEED. Item, “She hath no teeth." LAUN. I care not for that neither, because I love crusts. LAUN. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to bite. SPEED. "She will often praise her liquor." LAUN. If her liquor be good, she shall: if she will not, I will; for good things should be praised. SPEED. Item, "She is too liberal." LAUN. Of her tongue she cannot; for that 's writ down she is slow of of her purse she shall not; for that I'll keep shut: now of another thing she may; and that cannot I help. Well, proceed. SPEED. Item, "She hath more hair than wita, and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults." LAUN. Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine, and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article: Rehearse that once more. SPEED. Item, "She hath more hair than wit,”— LAUN. More hair than wit,—it may be; I'll prove it: The cover of the salt hides the salt 22, and therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that covers the wit is more than the wit; for the greater hides the less. What's next? SPEED." And more faults than hairs," LAUN. That's monstrous: O, 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 impossible, SPEED. What then? LAUN. Why, then will I tell thee,—that thy master stays for thee at the north gate. SPEED. For me? LAUN. For thee? ay: who art thou? he hath stayed for a better man than thee. SPEED. And must I go to him? LAUN. Thou must run to him, for thou hast stayed so long, that going will scarce serve the turn. [Exit. SPEED. Why didst not tell me sooner? 'pox of your love-letters! LAUN. Now will he be swinged for reading my letter: An unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself into secrets!-I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction. [Exit. SCENE II.-The same. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Enter DUKE and THURIO; PROTEUS behind. DUKE. Sir Thurio, fear not but that she will love you, THU. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most, An old English proverb. Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me, PRO. Gone, my good lord. DUKE. My daughter takes his going grievously. Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee (For thou hast shown some sign of good desert) DUKE. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant How she opposes her against my will. What might we do, to make the girl forget With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent; Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken Especially, against his very friend. DUKE. Where your good word cannot advantage him, Therefore the office is indifferent, Being entreated to it by your friend. PRO. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it, Trenched-cut. Very-true; real (verus). |