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Pro. Villain, forbear.

not now, that knows me to be in love: yet I am in Launce. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing : 1 pray love; but a team of horse shall not pluck that from you, -

me, nor who 'tis I love; and yet ’tis a woman: but Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear.-Friend Valentine, what woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a a word.

milk-maid; yet 'tis not a maid, for she hath had Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good gossips : yet 'tis a maid, for she is her master's news,

maid, and serves for wages. She hath more qualiSo much of bad already hath possess'd them. ties than a water-spaniel, which is much in a bare

Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, Christian. Here is the cate-log--(Pulling out a For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad.

paper.]-of her conditions. Imprimis, “ She can Val. Is Silvia dead?

fetch and carry." Why, a horse can do no more: Pro. No, Valentine.

nay, a horse cannot fetch, but only carry; thereVal. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia ! fore, is she better than a jade. Item, " She can Hath she forsworn me ?

milk," look you; a sweet virtue in a maid with clean Pro. No, Valentine.

hands. Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me!-

Enter Speed. What is your news ? Launce. Sir, there is a proclamation that you are Speed. How now, signior Launce? what news vanish d.

with your mastership? Pro. That thou art banishid: 0! that is the news, Launce. With my master's ship? why, it is at sea. From hence, from Silvia, and from me, thy friend. Speed. Well, your old vice still ; mistake the Val. 0! I have fed upon this woe already,

word. What news, then, in your paper ? And now excess of it will make me surfeit.

Launce. The blackest news that ever thou heard'st. Doth Silvia know that I am banished ?

Speed. Why, man, how black ? Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom, Launce. Why, as black as ink. (Which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual force,) Speed. Let me read them. A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears: Launce. Fie on thee, jolt-head! thou canst not Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd,

read. With them, upon her knees, her humble self ; Speed. Thou liest, I can. Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became Launce. I will try thee. Tell me this: who them,

begot thee? As if but now they waxed pale for woe:

Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather. But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Launce. O, illiterate loiterer! it was the son of Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears, thy grandmother. This proves that thou canst not Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire,

read. But Valentine, if he be ta’en, must die.

Speed. Come, fool, come: try me in thy paper. Besides, her intercession chaf'd him so,

Launce. There, and saint Nicholas be thy speed' When she for thy repeal was suppliant,

Speed. Imprimis, “ She can milk." That to close prison he commanded her,

Launce. Ay, that she can. With many bitter threats of 'biding there.

Speed. Item, “ She brews good ale." Val. No more ; unless the next word that thou Launce. And thereof comes the proverb, -Blessspeak'st

ing of your heart, you brew good ale. Have some malignant power upon my life:

Speed. Item, “ She can sew." If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear,

Launce. That's as much as to say, Can she so ? As ending anthem of my endless dolour.

Speed. Item, “ She can knit." Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, Launce. What need a man care for a stock with And study help for that which thou lament'st. a wench, when she can knit him a stock? Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

Speed. Item, “ She can wash and scour." Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love; Launce. A special virtue ; for then she need not Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.

be wash'd and scour'd. Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, Speed. Item, “ She can spin." And manage it against despairing thoughts.

Launce. Then may I set the world on wheels, Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence ; when she can spin for her living. Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver’d

Speed. Item, “She hath many nameless virtues." Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.

Launce. That's as much as to say, bastard virThe time now serves not to expostulate:

tues; that, indeed, know not their fathers, and Come, I'll convey thee through the city-gate,

therefore have no names. And, ere I part with thee, confer at large

Speed. Here follow her vices. Of all that may concern thy love affairs.

Launce. Close at the heels of her virtues. As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself

Speed. Item, “She is not to be kissed fasting, in Regard thy danger, and along with me.

respect of her breath." Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou see'st my Launce. Well, that fault may be mended with a

breakfast. Read on. Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north Speed. Item, “She hath a sweet mouth." gate.

Launce. That makes amends for her sour breath. Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Speed. Item, “ She doth talk in her sleep." Val. O my dear Silvia ! hapless Valentine! Launce. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not

[Ereunt VALENTINE and PROTEUS. in her talk. Laurce. I am but a fool, look you, and yet I have Speed. Item, “ She is slow in words." the wit to think, my master is a kind of a krave; Launce. O villain! that set this down among her but that's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives vices ? To be slow in words is a woman's only vir



tue: I pray thee, out with't, and place it for her Launce. More hair than wit,—it may be ; I'll chief virtue.

prove it: the cover of the salt hides the salt, and Speed. Item, “She is proud."

therefore it is more than the salt : the hair, that Launce. Out with that too: it was Eve's legacy, covers the wit, is more than the wit, for the greater and cannot be ta'en from her.

hides the less. What's next? Speed. Item, “ She hath no teeth."

Speed. And more faults than hairs,'' — Launce. I care not for that neither, because I Launce. That's monstrous! O, that that were out. love crusts.

Speed. " And more wealth than faults." Speed. Item, “She is curst.”

Launce. Why, that word makes the faults graLaunce. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to cious. Well, I'll have her; and if it be a match, bite.

as nothing is impossible,Speed. Item, “She will often praise her liquor.” Speed. What then?

Launce. If her liquor be good, she shall: if she Launce. Why, then will I tell thee,-that thy will not, I will; for good things should be praised. master stays for thee at the north-gate. Speed. Item, “ She is too liberal.”'

Speed. For me? Launce. Of her tongue she cannot, for that's writ Launce. For thee? ay; who art thou ? he hath down she is slow of: of her purse she shall not, for stay'd for a better man than thee. that I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she may, Speed. And must

go to him? and that cannot I help. Well, proceed.

Launce. Thou must run to him, for thou hast Speed. Item, "She hath more hair than wit, stay'd so long, that going will scarce serve the turn. and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner ? pox of faults.”

your love-letters !

(Exit. Launce. Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine, Launce. Now will he be swing’d for reading my and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article. letter. An unmannerly slave, that will thrust himRehearse that once more.

self into secrets.—I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's Speed. Item, “She hath more hair than wit,” correction.



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love you,

Scene II.--The Same. An Apartment in the She shall not long continue love to him.
Duke's Palace.

But say, this weed her love from Valentine,

It follows not that she will love sir Thurio. Enter Duke and Thurio; PROTEUS behind.

Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from him, Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not but that she will Lest it should ravel and be good to none,

You must provide to bottom it on me; Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight.

Which must be done, by praising me as much Thu. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most ; As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine. Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me,

Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this That I am desperate of obtaining her.

kind, Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure Because we know, on Valentine's report, Trenched in ice, which with an hour's heat

You are already love's firm votary, Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form.

And cannot soon revolt, and change your mind. A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,

Upon this warrant shall you have access And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.-

Where you with Silvia may confer at large; How now, sir Proteus! Is your countryman, For she is Jumpish, heavy, melancholy, According to our proclamation, gone ?

And for your friend's sake will be glad of you, Pro. Gone, my good lord.

Where you may temper her, by your persuasion, Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously. To hate young Valentine, and love my friend. Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. Pro. As much as I can do I will effect.

Duke. So I believe ; but Thurio thinks not so. But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough; Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee,

You must lay lime to tangle her desires (For thou hast shown some sign of good desert,) By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes Makes me the better to confer with thee.

Should be full fraught with serviceable vows. Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, Duke. Ay, much is the force of heaven-bred poesy. Let me not live to look upon your grace.

Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty Duke. Thou know'st how willingly I would effect You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart. The match between sir Thurio and my daughter. Write, till your ink be dry, and with your tears Pro. I do, my lord.

Moist it again ; and frame some feeling line,
Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant That may discover such integrity :
How she opposes her against my will.

For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews, Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,

Duke. Ay, and perversely she persevers so. Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans What might we do to make the girl forget

Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio ?

After your dire-lamenting elegies, Pro. The best way is, to slander Valentine Visit by night your lady's chamber window With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent ; With some sweet consort: to their instruments Three things that women highly hold in hate. Tune a deploring dump; the night's dead silence

Duke. Ay, but she'll think that it is spoke in haté. Will well become such sweet complaining grievance. Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it:

This, or else nothing will inherit her. Therefore, it must, with circumstance, be spoken Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in By one whom she esteemeth as his friend.

love. Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him. Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in practice.

Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do: Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver, 'Tis an ill office for a gentleman,

Let us into the city presently, Especially, against his very friend.

To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in music. Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage || I have a sonnet that will serve the turn him,

To give the onset to thy good advice. Your slander never can endamage him:

Duke. About it, gentlemen. T'herefore, the office is indifferent,

Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper, Being entreated to it by your friend.

And afterward determine our proceedings. Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord. If I can do it,

ven now about it: I will pardon you. By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,



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SCENE I.-A Forest, between Milan and Verona.

Enter certain Outlaws. 1 Out. Fellows, stand fast: I see a passenger. 2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down with


Enter VALENTINE and SPEED. 3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have

about you; If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you.

Speed. Sir, we are undone. These are the villains That all the travellers do fear so much.

Val. My friends,
1 Out. That's not so, sir: we are your enemies.
2 Out. Peace! we'll hear him.

3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we; for he is a proper man.

Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose.
A man I am, cross'd with adversity :
My riches are these poor babiliments,
of which if you should here dissurnish me,
You take the sum and substance that I have.

2 Out. Whither travel you ?
Val. To Verona.
1 Out. Whence came you?


Val. From Milan.

Val. For that which now torments me to re3 Out. Have you long sojourn’d there?

hearse. Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent; have stay'd,

But yet I slew him manfully, in fight, Il crooked fortune had not thwarted me.

Without false vantage, or base treachery. 2 Out. What! were you banish'd thence ?

1 Out. Why, ne'er repent it, if it were done so. Val. I was.

But were you banish'd for so small a fault? 2 Out. For what offence?

Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom.

1 Out. Have you the tongues ?

Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy, Or else I had been often miserable.

3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar, This fellow were a king for our wild faction.

1 Out. We'll have him. Sirs, a word.

Speed. Master, be one of them : It is an honourable kind of thievery.

Val. Peace, villain !
2 Out. Tell us this: have you any thing to take

to ?
Val. Nothing, but my fortune.

3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen,
Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth
Thrust from the company of awful men:
Myself was from Verona banished,
For practising to eal away a lady,
An heir, and near allied unto the duke.

2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, Who, in my mood, I stabb'd unto the heart.

1 Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as these. But to the purpose; for we cite our faults, That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives ; And, partly, seeing you are beautify'd With goodly shape; and by your own report A linguist, and a man of such perfection, As we do in our quality much want

2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man, Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you. Are you content to be our general ? To make a virtue of necessity, And live, as we do, in this wilderness? 3 Out. What say'st thou ? wilt thou be of our

consort? Say, ay, and be the captain of us all. We'll do thee homage, and be rul'd by thee, Love thee as our commander, and our king. 1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou

diest. 2 Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have

offer'd. Val. I take your offer, and will live with you; Provided that you do no outrages On silly women, or poor passengers.

3 Out. No; we detest such vile, base practices. Come, go with us : we'll bring thee to our crews, And show thee all the treasure we have got, Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose.


Enter Thurio, and Musicians. Thu. How now, sir Proteus ! are you crept be

fore us? Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio ; for, you know, that

Will creep in service where it cannot go.

Thu. Ay; but I hope, sir, that you love not here.
Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence.
Thu. Whom? Silvia ?
Pro. Ay, Silvia, -for your

sake. Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentle

men, Let's tune, and to it lustily awhile. Enter Host and Julia, behind ; Julia in boy's

clothes. Host. Now, my young guest; methinks you're allycholly: I pray you, why is it ?

Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry.

Host. Come, we'll have you merry. I'll bring you where you shall hear music, and see the gentleman that you ask'd for.

Jul. But shall I hear him speak ?

Ay, that you shall.
Jul. That will be music.

[Music plays. Host. Hark! hark ! Jul. Is he among these? Host. Ay; but peace! let's hear 'em.


Scene II.-Milan. The Court of the Palace.

Enter PROTEUS. Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, And now I must be as unjust to Thurio. Under the colour of commending him, I have access my own love to prefer; But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, To be corrupted with my worthless gifts. When I protest true loyalty to her, She twits me with my falsehood to my friend; When to her beauty I commend my vows, She bids me think how I have been forsworn, In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov'd: And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips, The least whereof would quell a lover's hope, Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, The more it grows, and fawneth on her still. But here comes Thurio. Now must we to her

window, And give some evening music to her ear.

Who is Silvia? what is she,

That all our suains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she ;

The heaven such grace did lend her,
That she might admired be.
Is she kind, as she is fair,

For beauty lives with kindness ?
Love doth to her eyes repair,

To help him of his blindness ;
And, being help'd, inhabits there.
Then to Silvia let us sing,

That Silvia is excelling ;
She excels each mortal thing,

Upon the dull earth dwelling:

To her let us garlands bring. Host. How now! are you sadder than you were before? How do you, man ? the music likes you not.

Jul. You mistake: the musician likes me not.
Host. Why, my pretty youth?
Jul. He plays false, father.
Host. How? out of tune on the strings ?

Jul. Not so; but yet so false, that he grieves my very heart-strings.

Host. You have a quick ear.

Jul. Ay; I would I were deaf! it makes me have a slow heart.

Host. I perceive, you delight not in music.
Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so.
Host. Hark! what fine change is in the music.
Jul. Ay, that change is the spite.

Host. You would have them always play but one thing?

Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. But, Host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on, Often resort unto this gentlewoman?

Hust. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, he lov'd her out of all nick.

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