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Va. You have said, sir.

Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd Thil. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time.

them Val. I know it well, sir ; you always end ere you Upon some other pawn for fealty. begin.

Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prisoSil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quick

ners still. ly shot off.

Sil. Nay, then he should be blind ; and, being Val. 'Tis indeed, madam ; we thank the

blind, giver.

How could he see his way to seek out you? Sil. 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 can wink. company: Thr. 'Sir, if you spend word for word with me,

Enter Proteus. I shall make your wit bankrupt.

Vel. 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 gentleman. your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !--Mistress, I bcthat they live by your bare words.

seech you, Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more; here comes Confirm his welcome with 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 ofl' 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. I'll die 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.

Pro.

No; that you are worthless. Drike. 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 father 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 myselt' have been an idie 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 persection ; 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;

camc? His head unmellow'd, but his judginent 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,

Pro.

I left them all in health. With all good grace to grace a gentleman.

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 emprcss' love,

I know, you joy not in a love-discourse. Aj 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, I speak to you; and you, Sir Thurio:

0, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord; For Valentine, I need not citer him to it:

And hath so humbled me, as, y confcss,
I'll send him hither to you presently. (Exit 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 ; Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks. Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep, (1) III betide,

Upon the very naked name of love. (2) Incite,

E

Pro, Enough; I read your fortune in your eye i

serves

with you.

row.

Was this the idol that you worship so?

'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld, Val. Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint? And that hath dazzled my reason's light; Pro. No; but she is an earthly paragon,

But when I look on her perfections, Val. Call'her divine.

There is no reason but I shall be blind. Pro.

I will not flatter her. If I can check my erring love, I will; Val. O, flatter me; for love delights in praises. If not, to compass her I'll use my skill. [Erit. Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills;

SCENE V.-The same. A strcet. Enter Speed And I must minister the like to you.

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

Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth. Milan. Pro. Except my mistress.

Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for I Val.

Sweet, except not any; am not welcome. I reckon this always—that a man Except thou wilt except against iny love. is never undone, till he be hanged; nor never wel

Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? come to a place, till some certain shot be paid, and

Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too: the hostess say, welcome. She shall be dignified with this high honour, Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the aleTo bear my lady's train : lest the base earth house with you presently; where for one shot of Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, five pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. And, of so great a favour growing proud, But, sirrah, how did thy master part with madam Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower, Julia. And make rough winter everlasting.

Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this ? parted very fairly in jest.

Val. Pardon me, Proteus: all f can, is nothing Speed. But shall she marry him ?
To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing; Laun. No.
She is alone.

Speed. How then ? shall he marry her ?
Pro. Then let her alone.

Laun. No, neither. Val. Not for the world: why, man, she is mine Speed. What, are they broken? own;

Laun. No, they are both is whole as a fish. And I as rich'in having such a jewel,

Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with As twenty scas, if all their sand were pearl,

them? The water nectar, and the rocks pure goid.

Laun. Marry, thus; when it stands well with Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee, him, it stands well with her. Because thou seest me dote upon my love.

Speed. What an ass art thou! I understand thee My foolish rival, that her father likes,

not, Only for his possessions are so huge,

Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst Is gone with her along; and I must aller, not! My staff understands me. For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.

Speedl. What thou say'st ? Pro. But she loves you ?

Laun. Ay, and what I do too: Jook thee, I'll Val.

Ay, and we are betroth'd ; but lean, and my staff understands me. Nay, more, our marriage hour,

Speed. It stands under thee, indeed. With all the cunning manner of our Night,

Laun. Why, stand under and understand is all Determin'd of: how I must climb her window; The ladder made of cords; and all the means Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match? Plotted ; and 'greed on, for my happiness.

Laun. Ask my dog: if he say, ay, it will; if he Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber, say, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say noIn these affairs to aid me with thy counsel. thing, it will.

Pro. Go on before; I shall inquire you forth: Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will. I must unto the road, to disembark

Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from Some necessaries that I needs must use;

me, but by a parable. And then I'll presently attend you.

Speed. 'Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, Val. Will you make haste ?

how say'st thou, that my master is become a notaPro. I will.

(Exit Val. ble lover? Even as one heat another heat expels,

Laun. I never knew him otherwise.
Or as one nail by strength drives out another, Speed. Than how?
So the remembrance of my former love

Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him Is by a newer object quite forgotten.

to be, Is it mine eye, or Valentinus' praise,

Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest Her true persection, or my falsc transgression, That makes me, reasonless, to reason thus ? Laun. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant She's fair; and so is Julia, that I love ;-

thy master. That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd; Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot Which, like a waxen image'gainst a fire,

lover. Bears no impression of the thing it was.

Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he. Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold;

burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to the And that I love him not, as I was wont:

ale-house, so; if not, thou art a Hebrew, a Jew, ()! but I love his lady too, too much;

and not worth the naine of a Christian. And that's the reason I love him so little.

Speed. Why? How shall I dote on her with more advice,

Laun. Because thou hast not so much charity in That thus without advice begin to love her! thee, as to go to the ale-house with a Christian :

Wilt thou go? (1) On further knowledge.

Speed. At thy service,

(Exeunt.

one.

me.

1

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 scdge 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 i Whose sovereignty so ost 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 prevent 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 ; I'll 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. Rememb'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 my I cannot now prove constant to myself,

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, of 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! [Exil. 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.

not.

Jul. Nay, that I will not. Jul. Counsel, Lucetta ; gentle girl, assist me!

Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go. And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee,

IC Proteus like your journey, when you come, Who art the table wherein all my thoughts No matter who's displeas'd, when you are gone : Are visibly character'd and engravid,

I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal. To lesson me: and tell me some good mean, Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear: How, with my honour, I may undertake

A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears,
A journey to my joving Proteus.

And instances as infinite of love,
Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. Warrant me welcome to my Proteus.
Ju. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary

Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men.
To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps ;
Much less shall she, that hath love's wings to fly; Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect !
And when the flight is made to one so dear, But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth;
of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus.

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; Jul. O, know'st thou not, his looks are my soul's His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; food?

His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. Pity the dearth that I have pined in,

Luc. Pray heaven, he 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 lov'st 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) Tempting. (2) Confederate, (3) Intended. (4) Closest, (5) Troubles

man

Only deserve my love, by loving him ;

Enter Valcnline.
And presently go with me to my chamber,
To take a note of what I stand in need of,

Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast ? To furnish me upon my longing' 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 niy friends, My goods, my lands, my reputation;

And I am going to deliver them Only in lieu thercof, despatch me hence:

Duke. Be they of much import? Come, answer not, but to it presently;

Val. The tenor of thein doth but signify I am impatient of my tarriance. (Ereml. My health, and happy being at your couri.

Duke. Nay, then no matter ; stay with me

awhile;
I am to break with thee of some affairs,

That touch me near, wherein thou nust be secrct.
ACT III.

'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought

To match ny 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.

match

Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentle Duke, Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile; We have some secrets to confer about.

Is full of virtue, bounty, woulh, and qualities

(Exit Thurio, Beseeming such a wite as your fuir dingler: Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me

Cannot your grace win ber l.) funcy him ? Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would dis

Duke. No, trust mc; she is peevish, sullcn, frocover,

wird, The law of friendship bids me to conceal:

Proud, disobedient, stubborn lacking duty; But, when I call to mind your gracious favours

Neither regarding nat she is my child, Donc to me, undeserving as I am,

Nor fearing ine as if I were her father; My duty pricks me on to utier that

And, may I say i thce, 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 Valentine, my friend,

And, where I thought the reninant of mine age This night intends to steal away your daughter; Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duts, Myself am one made privy to the plot.

I no:v am full resolvid to take a wife, I know you have determind to bestow her

Ind turn her out to who will ake her in: On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates; Then let her beauty be her weiding-dower; And should she thus be stolen away from you,

For me and may possessions she cstccms 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 ladly, sir, in Milan, here,
Than, by concealing it, heap on your head Whom I atteet; but she is nice, asi 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 thice to my tutor

Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care; (For long aone I have forgot to court:
Which to requite, cominand me while I live.

Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'il;)
This love of theirs myself have often seen, How, and which way I may bestow mysli,
Haply, when they have judged me fast asleep; To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.
And oftentimes have purpos'd to forbid

Val. Win her with its, it'she respect not words;
Sir Valentine her company, and my court : Dunb jewels often, in thcir silent kind,
But, fearing lest my jealous aimo inight err, More than quick words, do move a woman's mind.
And so, unworthily, disgrace the man,

Duke. But she did scorn a present that I scnt (A rashness that I ever yet have shunn'l,)

ber. I gave him gentie looks; thereby to find

Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best con That which thyself hast now disclos’d to me.

tents her. And, that thou may'st perceive my fear of this, Send her another; never give her o'er; Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested," For scorn at first makes aller-love the more. I nightly lodse her in an upper tower,

If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you, The kry whereof mysell have ever kepi;

But rather 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 Iait alonc.

Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; How lie her chamber-window will ascend, For, gel you gone, she doth not mean, nuny: And with a corded ladder fetch her down; Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces; For which the youthful lover now is gone, Though nc'er so black, say, they have an els' faces. And this way comes he with it procenily;

That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. If with his tongache cannot win a woman. But, good my lord, do it so cunningly,

Duke. Bilt she, I mean, is prromis'd by lici That my discovery be not aimeda al ;

friends For love of you, not hate unto my friend,

Unto a youthful gentleman of worth ;
Hath made me publisher of this pretences And kept severely from resort of men,

Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know That no man hath access by day to lier
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. Ave, but the doors be lock'd, and keys

[Exil. kept safe, (1) Longed for. (2) Guess, (3) Tempted, (4) Guessed, (5) Design

mcan

That no man hath recourse to her by night. Val. And why not death, rather than living Val. What lets,' but onc may enter at her win

torment? dow?

To die, is to be banish'd from myself, Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; And Sílvia is myself: banish'd from her, And built so shelving that one cannot climb it Is self from sell; a deadly banishment! Without apparent hazard of his life.

What light is light, is Silvia be not seen? Vał. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made or What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by ? cords,

Unless it be to think that she is by,
To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks, And tecd upon the shadow of perfection.
Would serve to scale another Hero's tower, Except I be by Silvia in the night,
So bold Leander would adventure it.

There is no music in the nightingale ;
Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
Advise me where I may have such a ladder. There is no day for me to look upon :
Val. When would you use it ? pray, sir, tell me She is my essence; and I leave to be,
that,

If I be not by her fair influence
Dile. This very night; for love is like a child, Fosterd, illumin'd, cherish’d, kept alive.
That longs for every thing that he can come by. I tly not death, to fly his deadly doom:

Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. Tarry I here, I but attend on death;
Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone; But, Ay I hence, I ly away from life.
How shall I best convey the ladder thither ?
Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may

Enter Proteus and Launce.
bear it
Under a cloak, that is of any length.

Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. Duke. A cloak as long as thing will serve the

Laun. So-ho! so-ho! turn ?

Pro. What seest thou? Va!. Ay, my good lori!.

Laun. Him we go to find; there's not a hai Duke.

Then let me see thy cloak: on's head, but 'tis a Valentine. I'll get me one of such another length.

Pro. Valentine ? Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my

Val. No. lord.

Pro. Who then ? his spirit? Dirke. Ilow shall I fashion mc to wear a cloak?

Val. Neither. I pray thce, let me feel thy cloak: upon mm.

Pro. What then? Whiletter is this sime? What's heri-To Silvia ?

Val. Nothing, And here an engine lit for my proceeding!

Larm. Can nothing speak? master, shall I strike? I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. ds.

Pro. Whom would'st thou strike?
Laun. Nothing.

Pro. Villain, forbear.
Ju thoughts do harbour will: my Silria nightly;

Luun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray And slaves they are to ine, thai senil them living : 0, could their master come and go as lightly,

you, llimself would lodge, where senseless they are

Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear; friend Valentine, a

word. luing. My herald Thoughts in thy pure bosom resi them,

Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear

good news 1:'hile I, their hing, thai hither them importune, So much of bad already hath possess'd them. Do curse the grace that with such grace hath

Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, bless'd them, Because myself do want my servants' fortune :

For they are harsh, untunable, and bad.

Val. Is Silvia dead ? I curse myse!', fi:r they are sent by me,

Pro. No, Valentine. That they should harbour where their lord shou!!

Val. No Valentine, indecd, for sacred Silvia !

Hath she forsworn me? What's here?

Pro. No, Valentine, Silria, this night I will en franchise thee :

Vul. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn

me!-'Tis so: and here's the ladler for the purpose.- What is your news ? Why, Phaeton for thou art Merops' son,) Wilt thou aspire to gnide the heavenly car,

Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation that you are

vanish'd. And with thy caring folly burn the world?

Pro. That thou art banish'd, O, that's the Wilt thou rearl stars, because they shine on thee?

neis; Go, buze intruder! overweening slave.

From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend,
Bestow thy fasning smiles on equal mates; Val. O, I have fed upon this wo already,
And ihink, my patience, more than thy desert, And now excess of it will make me sırfeii.
Is privilege for thy departure heuce:

Doch Silvia know that I am banish'd ?
Thank me for this, more than for all the favours,
Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee.

Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath otler'd to the doom

(Which, unravers’d, stands in effectual force) But if lhou linger in my territories, Longer than swistest expedition

A sca of melting pearl, which some call tears :

Those at her father's chuirlish feet she tender'd; Will give thee time to leave our roval court,

With them, upon her knees, her humble self; By heaven, mny wrath shall far creed llc love I crer bore rav duhler, or thysell.

Wringing her hands, whosc whiteness so became

them, Pe gone, I will not hear thy vain excuse, Bui, as th:11 lovist thy life, make speed frou But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,

As ir but now they waxed pale for wo dacice.

(Ceit Düke. Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding lears.

Coulă penctrale lier incompassionate sire; (1) Hinders,

Dut Valentine, is he bc tu'cnl, must die,

be.

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