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PRO. When poffibly I can, I will return.

JUL. If you turn not, you will return the fooner:

Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's fake. [Giving a ring. PRO. Why then we'll make exchange; here, take you this.

JUL. And feal the bargain with a holy kifs.

PRO. Here is my hand for my true constancy;
And when that hour o'erflips me in the day,
Wherein I figh not, Julia, for thy fake;
The next enfuing hour fome foul mischance
Torment me, for my love's forgetfulness !
My father stays my coming; answer not:
The tide is now; nay, not thy tide of tears;

That tide will stay me longer, than I should: [Exit Julia.
Julia, farewel.-What! gone without a word?

Ay, so true love should do; it cannot speak;
For truth hath better deeds, than words to grace it.

Enter Panthion.

PAN. Sir Protheus, you are ftaid for.

PRO. Go; I come.

Alas! this parting ftrikes poor lovers dumb.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Changes to a street.

Enter Launce, with his dog Crab.

LAUN. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault; I have receiv'd my proportion, like the prodigious fon, and am going with Sir Protheus to the imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the fowreft-natur'd dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, my fifter crying, our

maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity; yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear! he is a stone, a very pebble-stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog: a Jew would have wept, to have seen our parting, why, my grandam having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it: this fhoe- is my father: no, this left fhoe is my father; no, no, this left shoe is my mother; nay, that cannot be fo neither; yes, it is fo, it is fo; it hath the worfer fole; this fhoe with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father; a vengeance on't, there 'tis: now, Sir, this staff is my fifter; for, look you, fhe is as white as a lilly, and as small as a wand; this hat is Nan, our maid; I am the dog: no, the dog is himself, and I am the dog: oh, the dog is me, and I am myself; ay, fo, fo; now come I to my father; father, your bleffing; now fhould not the shoe fpeak a word for weeping; now fhould I kifs my father; well, he weeps on; now come I to my mother, oh that she could fpeak now!-like a wood woman! well, I kifs her; why there 'tis; here's my mother's breath up and down: now come I to my fifter: mark the moan fhe makes: now the dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word; but fee, how I lay the duft with my tears.

Enter Panthion.

PAN. Launce, away, away, aboard; thy mafter is fhipp'd, and thou art to poft after with oars: what's the matter? why weep'ft thou, man? away, afs, you will lose the tide you tarry any longer.

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LAUN. It is no matter if the ty'd were loft, for it is the unkindeft ty'd that ever any man ty❜d.

PAN. What's the unkindeft tide?

LAUN. Why, he that's ty'd here; Crab, my dog.

PAN. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood; and in lofing the flood, lofe thy voyage; and in lofing thy voyage, lofe thy mafter; and in losing thy master, lose thy fervice; and in lofing thy service, why dost thou stop my mouth? LAUN. For fear thou should'ft lose thy tongue.

PAN. Where fhould I lofe my tongue?

LAUN. In thy tale.

PAN. In thy tail?

LAUN. Lofe the flood, and the voyage, and the master, and the fervice, and the tide? why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears, if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my fighs.

PAN. Come, come away, man; I was fent to call thee. LAUN. Sir, call me what thou dar'st.

PAN. Wilt thou go?

LAUN. Well, I will go..

SCENE IV.

Changes to Milan.

An apartment in the duke's palace.

Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed.

SIL. Servant,

VAL. Mistress?

SPEED. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.

VAL. Ay, boy, it's for love.

SPEED. Not of you.

VAL. Of my mistress then.

SPEED. 'Twere good you knockt him.

SIL. Servant, you are fad.

VAL. Indeed, madam, I feem fo.

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THU. And how quote you my folly?

VAL. I quote it in your jerkin.

THU. My jerkin is a doublet.

VAL. Well, then, I'll double your folly.
THU. How?

SIL. What, angry, Sir Thurio? do you change colour? VAL. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of Cameleon.

THU. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, than live in your air.

VAL. You have faid, Sir.

THU. Ay, Sir, and done too, for this time.

VAL. I know it well, Sir; you always end, ére you begin.

SIL. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly fhot off.

VAL. 'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver.

SIL. Who is that, fervant?

VAL. Yourself, fweet lady, for you gave the fire: Sir Thurie borrows his wit from your ladyfhip's looks, and fpends, what he borrows, kindly in your company.

THU. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.

VAL. I know it well, Sir; you have an exchequer of

words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers for it appears by their bare liveries, that they live by your bare words.

SIL. No more, gentlemen, no more: Here comes my father.

SCENE V.

Enter the Duke.

DUKE Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard befet.

Sir Valentine, your father's in good health;

What fay you to a letter from your friends

Of much good news?

VAL. My lord, I will be thankful

To any happy meffenger from thence.

DUKE. Know you Don Anthonio, your countryman ?

VAL. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman

To be of worth and worthy estimation;

And, not without defert, fo well reputed.

DUKE, Hath he not a fon?

VAL. Ay, my good lord, a fon that well deferves The honour and regard of fuch a father.

DUKE. You know him well?

VAL. I knew him, as myfelf; for, from our infancy
We have converft, and spent our hours together:
And tho' myfelf have been an idle truant,
Omitting the fweet benefit of time,

To cloath mine age with angel-like perfection;
Yet hath Sir Protheus, for that's his name,
Made ufe and fair advantage of his days;

His

but

years young, but his experience old; His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe; And, in a word, (for far behind his worth

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