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Besides, her intercession char’d him so, Igrandmother: this proves, that thou canst not read.
Speed. Come, fool, come: try me in thy paper.
Laun. There'; and Saint Nicholus' be thy
Laun. And thereof comes the proverb, -Bless-
Upced. Item, She can sew.
Laun. That's as much as to say, Can she so?
Laun. What need a man care for a stock with
Speed. Item, She can wash anul scour.
Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues ;
Speed. Here follow her vices.
Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues.
respect of her breath.
breakfast: read on.
Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Laun. That'makes amends for her sour breath.
[E.reunt Valentinc and Proteus. Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in
will not, I will; for good things should be praised.
Speed. Item, She is too libcrul.3
Laun. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's writ
that I'll keep shut: now, Speed. How now, Signior Launce? what news and that I cannot help. Well
of another thing she may, with your mastership? Lauen. With my master's ship? why, it is at sea. more faults than hairs, and more wealth than
Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wil, and Speed. Well, your old vice still ; mistake the
fault:. word: what news then in your paper ? Lain. The blackest 'news that ever thousand not mine, twice or thrice in that last article :
Laun. Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine, heard'st.
rehearse that once more. Speed. Why, man, how black? Laun. Why, as black as ink.
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, and read.
covers the wit, is more than the wit; for the greuter Speed. Thou liest, I can.
hides the less. What's next?
Laun. That's monstrous: 0, that that were out!
Speed. And more wealth than faults.
Laun. Why, that word makes the faults gra (1) Grief, (2) St. Nicholas presided over young scholars.
(3) Licentious in language.
cious :' well, I'll have her: and if it be a match, as By aught that I can speak in his dispraise, nothing is impossible,
She shall not long continue love to him. Speed. What then?
But say, this wced her love from Valentine, Laim. Why, then I will tell thee,-that thy It follows not that she will love sir Thurio. master stays for thee at the north gate.
Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from Speed. For me?
him, Laun. For thee? ay; wno art thou ? he hath Lest it should ravel, and be good to none, staid for a better man than thee.
You must provide to bottom it on me: Speed. And must I go to him?
Which must be done, by praising me as much Jaun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast staid As you in worth dispraísc sir Valentine. so long, that going will scarce serve the turn. Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this
Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner ? 'pox of your love-letters!
[Exit. Because we know, on Valentine's report, Lun. Now will he be swinged for reading my You are already lovc's firm votary, letter: an unmanncrly slave, that will thrust him- And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. self into secrets !--I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's Upon this warrant shall you have access, correction.
[Exit. Where you with Silvia may confer at large;
For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy,, SCENE II.—The same. A room in the Duke's Where you may temper her, by your persuasion,
And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you ; palace. Enter Duke and Thurio; Proteus be- To hate young Valentine, and love my friend. hind,
Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect:-
you, sir 'Thurio, are not sharp enough; Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love You must lay lime,“ to tangle her desires, you,
By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. Should be full fraught with serviceable vows.
Thu. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most, Duke. Ay, much the force of heaven-bred poesy. Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me,
Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty That I am desperate of obtaining her.
You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart: Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears Trench'd in ice; which with an hour's heat Moist it again; and frame some fecling line, Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. That may discover such integrity :A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, For Orpheus' lute was strung with poet's sinews; And worthless Valentine shall be forgot. - Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones, How now, sir Proteus ? Is your countryman, Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans According to our proclamation, gone ?
Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. Pro. Gone, my good lord.
After your dire-lamenting elegies, Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously. Visit by night your lady's chamber-window Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that griep. With some sweet concert: to their instruments
Dike. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so.- Tune a deploring dump ;* the night's dead silence Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee
Will well become such sweet complaining griev(For thou hast shown some sign of good desert,) Makes me the better to confer with thee. This, or else nothing, will inherit her.
Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in Let me not live to look upon your grace.
love. Duke. Thou know'st, how willingly I would effect Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in pracThe match between sir Thurio and my daughter.
tice : Pro. I do, my lord.
Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver, Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant Let us into the city presently How she opposes her against my will.
To sorts some gentlemen well skill'd in music Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. I have a sonnet, that will servc the turn, Duke. Ay, and perversely she perseveres so.
To give the onset to thy good advice. What might we do, to make the girl forget
Duke. About it, gentlemen. The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio ?
Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper, Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine And afterward determine our proceedings. With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent;
Duke. Even now about it; I will pardon you. Three things that women highly hold in hate.
[Exeunt, Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoke in
Enter Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him. SCENE I.-A forest, near Manlua.
certain Out-laws. Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do. Tis an ill office for a gentleman;
i Out. Fellows, stand fast: I see a passenger, Especially, against his very friend.
2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage with 'em.
Enter Valentine and Speed.
3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it, (1) Graceru. (8) Cut.
(3) Bird-lime. (4) Mournful elegy. (5) Choose out.
If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you. |Love thee as our commander, and our king.
Speed, Sir, we are undone ! these are the villains 1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. 'That all the travellers do sear so much.
2 Oul. Thou shalt not live lo brag what we are Val. My friends,
offer'd. i Out. That's not so, sir ; we are your enemies. Val. I take your offer, and will live with you; 2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him.
Provided that you do no outrages 3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we;
On silly women, or poor passengers. For he's a proper man.
3 Out. No, we detest such vile base practices. Vul. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose; Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews, A man I am, cross'd with adversity:
And show thee all the treasure we have got ; My riches are these poor habiliments,
Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. or which if you should here disfurnish me,
(Exeunt. You take the sum and substance that I have. 2 Out, Whither travel you ?
SCENE II.—Milan. Court of the palace. Eile Val. To Verona.
ler Proteus. i Out. Whence came you? Val. From Milan.
Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, 3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there?
And now I must be as unjust to Thurio. Val. Some sixteen months; and longer mighe Under the colour of commending hin, have staid,
I have access my own love to prcser; If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.
But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, 1 Oul. What, were you banish'd thence ?
To be corrupted with my worthless gills. Val. I was.
When I proiest true loyalty to her, 2 Out, For what oficnce ?
She twits me with my falsehood to my friend; Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse: When to her beauty I commend my vows, I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent;
She bids me think, how I have been forsworn But yet I slew him manfully in fight,
In breaking faith with Julia whom I iov'd: Without false vantage, or base treachery.
And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips, s 1 Out. Why ne'er repent it, if it were done so: The least whereof would queil a lover's hope, But were you banish'd for so small a fault?
Yct, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom.
The more it grows and fawneth on her still. 1 Out. Have you the tongues ??
But here coincs Thurio: now must we to her winVal. My youthful travel therein made me happy; And give some evening music to her car.
dow, Or else I often had been miserable. 3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar,
Enler Thurio, and musicians. This fellow were a king for our wild faction. Thu. Hlow now, sir Proteus ? are you crept 1 Out. We'll have him: sirs, a word.
before us? Speed. Master, be one of them;
Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for, you know, that It is an honourable kind of thievery.
love Val. Peace, villain!
Will crcep in service where it cannot go. Out. Tell us this: have you any thing to take Thu. Ay, but, I hope, sir, that you love not here. to ?
Pro. Sir, but I do, or else I would be hence. Val. Nothing, but my fortune.
Thu. Whom? Silvia ? 3 Oul. Know then, that some of us are gentle- Pro. Ay, Silvia-for your sake. men,
Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentleSuch as the fury of ungovern'd youth
Enter Host, at a distance; and Julia in boy's An heir, and near allied unto the dúke.
clothes. 2 Oul. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, Whom, in my mood, * I stabb’d unto the heart. Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're 1 Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as allycholly; I pray you, why is it? these.
Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be But to the purpose-(for we cite our faults,
merry. That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives,)
Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring And, partly, secing you are beautified
you where you shall hear music, and see the gene With goodly shape; and by your own report
tleman that you ask'd for. A linguist; and a man of such perfection,
Jul. But shall I hear him speak? As we do in our quality much want ;
Host. Ay, that you shail. 2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man,
Jul. That will be music,
(Music plays Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you:
Host. Hark! hark! Are you content lo be our general?
Jul. Is he among these?
Host. Ay: but peace, let's hear 'ein.
Who is Silvia? What is she, Jay, ay, and be the captain of us all :
That all our swains commend her ? We'll do thee homage, and he ruld by thee,
Holy, Jair, and wise is she;
The heavens such grace did lend her, (1) Well-looking. (2) Languages.
Thal she night admired be. 13) Lawful, (4) Anger resentment.
(5) Passionate reproaches.
Is she kind, as she is fair ?
And by and by intend to chide myself,
Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady ;
But she is dead.
'Twere false, if I should speak it, For, I am sure, she is not buried.
(Aside. Then lo Silvia let us sing,
Sil. Say, that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend,
Survives; to whom, thyself art witness,
I am betroth'd: And art thou not asham'd
To wrong him with thy importúnacy?
Pro. I likewise hcar, that Valentine is dead.
Sil. And so, supposé, am I; for in his grave, Host. How now? are you sadder than you were Assure thysell, my love is buried. before?
Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. How do you, man? the music likes you not. Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence; Jul. You mistake ; the musician likes me not. Or, at the least, in her's sepulchre thine. Host. Why, my pretty youth ?
Jul. He heard not that.
(Aside. Ju. He plays false, father.
Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, Host, How? out of tune on the strings? Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love,
Jul. Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my The picture that is hanging in your chamber ; very heart-strings.
To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep; Flosl. You have a quick ear.
For, since the substance of your perfect self Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me have Is cise devoted, I am but a shadow; a slow heart.
And to your shadow I will make true love. Host. I perceive, you delight not in music. Jul. II 'livere a substance, you would, sure, Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so.
deceive it, Host. Hark, what finc change is in the music! And make it but a shadow, as I am. [Aside. Juul. Ay; that change is the spite.
Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir ; Host. You would have them always play but But, since your falschood shall become you well one thing?
To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, Jul. I would always have one play but one Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it: thing.
And so good rest. But, host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on, Pro.
As wretches have o'er-night, Onen resort unto this gentlewoman?
That wait (or execution in the morn. Husi. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, [Exeunt Proteus ; and Silvia, srom above. he loved her out of all nick,
Jul. Host, will you go? Jud. Where is Launce?
Ilost. By my halidom,? I was fast asleep. Hosl. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, Jul. Prav you, where lics sir Proteus ? by his master's command, he must carry for á Host. Marry, at my housc: Trust me, I think present to his lady.
'tis almost day. Jul, Peace! stand aside! the company parts. Jul, Not so; but it hath been the longest night Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you! I will so plead, That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest. That you shall say, my cunning dris excels.
(Ereunt. Thui. Where meet we ? Pro. At saint Gregory's well.
SCENE III.-The same. Enter Eglamour. Thu. Farewell. (Exeunt Thurio and Musicians. Egl. This is the hour that madam Silvia
Entreated me to call, and know her mind;
There's some great matter she'd employ mé in.
Silvia appears above, at her window.
Who calls ? Pro. One, lady, it you knew his pure heart's truth,
Your servant, and your friend ; You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice.
One that attends your ladyship's command, Si. Sir Proteus, as I take it.
Sil. Sir Erlamour, a thousand timcs good-mor-
Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself.
According to your ladyship's impose,'
Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman
(Think not, I flatter, for, I swear, I do not,) To be seduc'd by thy flattery,
Valiant, wise, remorseful,' well accomplish'd. That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows ?
Thou art not ignorant, what dear good will
I bear unto the banish'd Valentine;
Nor how my father would enforce me marry
Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhorr’d.
Thyself hast lov’d; and I have heard thee say,
As when thy lady and thy true love dicd,
(3) Injunction, commınd. (4) Pitiful.
Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity. served me, when I took my leave of madam Silvia; Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,
did not I bia thee still mark me, and do as I do } To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode; When didst thou see me heave up my leg, and make And, for the ways are dangerous to pass, water against a gentlewoman's farthingale ? didst I do desire thy worthy company,
thou ever see me do such a trick ?
Enter Proteus and Julia.
Pro. Sebastian is thy name ? I like thee well, To keep me from a most unholy match,
And will employ thee in some service presently. Which heaven and fortune still reward with Ju. In what you please ;-) will do what I can. plagues.
Pro. I hope, thou wilt. - How now, you whoreI do desire thee, even from a heart
son peasant ?
iTo Launce. As full of sorrows as the sca of sands,
Where have you been these two days loitering ? To bear me company, and go with me:
Laun. Marry, sir, I carried mistress Silvia the If not, to hide what I have said to thee,
dog you bade me. That I may venture to depart alone.
Pro. And what says she, to my little jewel ? Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances; Laun. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur; Which since I know they virtuously are plac'd, and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for I give consent to go along with you;
such a present. Recking' as little what betideth me,
Pro. But she received my dog ? As much I wish all good befortune you.
Laun. No, indeed, she did not: here have I When will you go?
brought him back again. Sil.
This evening coming. Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me? Egl. Where shall I meet you?
Laun. Ay, sir ; the other squirrel was stolen Sü,
At friar Patrick's cell, from me by the hangman's boys in the market. Where I intend holy confession.
place: and then I offer'd her mine own; who is a Egl. I will not fail your ladyship:
dog as big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift Good-ınorrow, gentle lady.
the greater. Sil. Good-morrow, kind sir Eglamour.
Pro. Go, get thec hence, and find my dog again, [Exeunt. Or ne'er return again unto my sight.
Away, I say: Stay'st thou to vex me here? SCENE IV.-The sanie. Enter Launce, with A slave, that, still an end,' turns me to shame.
Sebastian, I have entertained thee, When a man's servant shall play the cur with Partly, that I have need of such a youth, hin, look you, it goes hard; one that I brought up For 'tis no trusting to yon foolish lowt:
That can with some discretion do my business, of a puppy; one that I saved from drowning, when But chiefly, for thy face, and thy behaviour; three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went which (it' my augury deceive me not) to it! I have taught him-even as one would say Witness good bringing "p, fortune, and truth: precisely, Thus I would teach a dog. I was sent Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thce. to deliver him, as a present to mistress Silvia, from Go presently, and take this ring with thec, my master; and I came no sooner into the dining, Deliver it to madam Silvia : chunber, but he steps me to her trencher, and she loved ine well, delivered it to me. steals her capon's leg. O'lis a soul thing, when a cur cannot keep himself in all companics ! I
Jul. It seems you loved her not, to leave her
token : would have, as one should say, one that takes upon She's dead, belike. him to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at
Not so; I think, she lives. all things. I had not had more wit than he, to
Jul. Alas! take a fault upon ine that he did, I think verily he
Pro. Why dost thy cry, alas ! had been hanged for't; sure as I live, he had suf
Jul. I cannot choose buit pity her. fered for't : you shall judge. He thrusts me him
Pro. Wherefore should'si thou pity her? sell into the company of three or four gentlemen
Jul. Because, methinks, that she loved you as like dogs, under the luke's table: he had not been
well there (bless the mark) a pissing while ; but all the As you do love your lady Silvia : chamber smelt him. 'Out with the dog, savs one ; She dreams on him, that has forgot her love ; What cur is thal ? says another; W'hip him oul, You dote ou her, that cares not for your love. savs the third; Hang him up, says the duke: 1, "Tis pily, love should be so contrary; having been acquainted with the smell before, and thinking on it makes me cry, alas ! knew it was Crab; and goes me to the fellow that whips the dogs: Friend, quoth I, you mean to This letter ;-that's her chamber.- Tell my lady,
Pro. Well, give her that ring, and therewithal whip the dog ? Ay, marry, do 12 quoth hea You 1 claim the promise for her heavenly picture. do him the more wrong, quoth 1 ; 'lucas I did the Your message done, hic home unto my chamber, thing you wot of. He makes me no more ado, Where thou shalt find me sad and solitary. but whips me out of the chainber. How many
(Eril Proteus. masters would do this for their servant? Nay, I'll
Jul. How many women weuld do such a mes. be sworn, I have sat in the stocks for puddings he
sage? hath siolen, otherwise he had been executed: 1 Alas, poor Proteus ! thou hast entertain'd have stood on the pillory for geese he hath killed, A fox, to be the shepherd of thy lambs : otherwise he had suffered for'l: thou think’st not Alas, poor fool! Why do I pity him of this now!-Nay, I remember the trick you That with his very heart despiseth me?
Because he loves her, he despiseth me; (1) Caring (2) Restrain. (3) In the end. Because I love him, I must pity him.