Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
I must be here confin'd by you,
Or sent to Naples : Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardon the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell;
But release me from my bands,
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yours iny sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,

Which was to please: Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer;
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.

As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.

Two Gentlemen of Uerona.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. Duke of Milan, Father to Silvia.

Panthino, Servant to Antonio. Valentine, Gentlemen of Verona.

Host, where Julia lodges in Milan. Proteus,

Outlaws.
Antonio, Father to Proteus.

Julia, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.
Thurio, a foolish Riral to Valentine.
Eglamour, Agent for Silvia in her Escape.

Silvia, the Bride's Daughter, beloved by Valentine. Speed, a clownish Servant to Valentine.

Lucetta, Waiting-woman to Julia.
Launce, Servant to Proteus.

Servants, Musicians.
SCENE, sometimes in Verona ; sometimes in Milan; and on the Frontiers of Mantua.

ACT I.

Once more adien: my father at the road

Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.
SCENE I. An open Place in Verona.

Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.

Val. Sweet Proteus, no ; now let us take our leave. Enter Valentine and Protens.

At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, Val. CEASE to persuade, my loving Proteus ; Of thy success in love, and what news else Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits: Betideta here in absence of thy friend; Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days

And I like wise will visit thee with mine. To the sweet glances of thy bonoor'd love,

Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! I rather would entrent thy company,

Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell! To see the wonders of the world abroad,

(Erit. Than living dully sluggardiz'd at home,

Pro. He after honour hants, I after love: Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

He leaves his friends, to dignify them more; But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. Even as I would, when I to love begin.

Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; Pro. Wilt thou be gone! Sweet Valentine, adien! Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest War with good counsel, set the world at nought; Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel :

Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought, Wish me partaker in thy happiness, When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy danger,

Enter Speed. If ever danger do environ thee,

Speed. Sir Proteus, save you : saw you my master? Commend thy grievance to my boly prayers,

Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine.

Milan. Val. And on a love-book pray for my success.

Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd already; Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. And I have play'd the sheep in losing him.

Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.

An if the shepherd be awhile away. Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love,

Speed. You conclude that my master is a shepherd For he was more than over shoes in love.

then, and I a sheep! Fal. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, Pro. I do And yet you never swam the Hellespont.

Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether I Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the boots.

wake or sleep. Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.

Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. Pro.

What? Speed. This proves ine still a sheep. Val.

To be

Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. In love, where scorn is bought with groans ; coy looks, Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another. With twenty watchful, weary tedious nights:

Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the If haply won, perlaps, a hapless gain ;

sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my If lost, why then a grievous labour won;

master seeks not me: therefore, I am no sheep. However, but a folly bought with wit,

Pro. The sheep for folder follow the shepherd, the Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

shepherd for fool follows not the sheep; thou for Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. wages followest thy master, thy master for wages folVal. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove. lows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep. Pro. 'Tis love you cavil al; I am not Love. Speed. Snob another proof' will make ine cry baa.

Val. Love is yoor master, for he masters you : Pro. But dost thou hear! gav'st thou my letter to And he that is so yoked by a fool,

Julia ! Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.

Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave yonr letter to Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud her, a luced matton; and she, #laced mutton, gave The eating canker dwells, so eating love

me, a lost matton, nothing for my labour. Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store of Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud muttons. Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,

Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best Even so by love the young and tender wit

stick her Is torn'a to folly; blasting in the bud,

Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best pound Losing his verdure even in the prime,

you. And all the fair effects of future hopes.

Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,

for carrying your letter. That art a votary to fond desire !

Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pin-fold.

Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, There, take the paper, see it be return'd;
'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your or else return no more into my sight.
lover.

Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate,
Pro. But what said she ? did she nod ! [Speed nods. Jul. Will you be gone!
Speed. I.

Luc.

That you may rominate. Pro. Nod 1? why, that's noddy.

[Erit. Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter. you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I.

It were a shame to call her back again, Pro. And that set together, is--noddy.

And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it toge- What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, ther, take it for your pains.

And would not force the letter to my view! Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter. Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that

Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear with Which they would have the profferer construe, sy. you.

lie, fie ! how wayward is this foolish love, Pro. Why, sir, how do you hear with me! That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse,

Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod! nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains.

How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,
Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. When willingly I would have had her here!
Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. How angrily I taught my brow to frown,

Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief : what When inward joy enfore'd my heart to smile! said she !

My penance is, to call Lucetta back, Speed. Open your parse, that the money, and the And ask remission for my folly past matter, may be both at once delivered.

What ho! Lucetta!
Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains: what said she !
Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her.

Re-enter Lucetta.
Pro. Why ? Couldstthou perceive so much from her? Luc.

What would your ladyship? Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; Jul. Is it near dinner-time! no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: Luc.

I wonld it were ; and being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear, That you might kill your stomach on your meal, she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind. Give And not upon your maid. her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel. Jul

What is't you took up
Pro. What, said she nothing ?

So gingerly?
Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy pains. Luc. Nothing.
To iestify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'd Jul.

Why did'st thou stoop then!
me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall.
yourself and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master, Jul. And is that paper nothing !
Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck;

Luc.

Nothing concerning me. Which cannot perish having thee aboard,

Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Being destin'd to a drier death on shore :

Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, I must go send some better messenger;

Unless it have a false interpreter. I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines,

Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme
Receiving them from such a worthless post. (Exeunt. Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune:

Give me a note: your ladyship can set.
SCENE H. The same. Garden of Julia's House. Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible :

Best sing it to the tune of Light o'love.
Enter Julia and Lucetta.

Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.
Jul. Bat say, Lucetta, now we are alone,

Jul. Heavy! belike it hath some burden then,
Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love!

Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it.
Luc. Ay, madam; so you stamble not unheedfully. Jul. And why not you?
Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen,

Luc.

I cannot reach so high. That every day with parle encounter me,

Jul. Let's see your song :--How now, minion? In thy opinion, which is worthiest love!

Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show my And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. According to my shallow, simple skill. [mind Jul. You do not?

Juu. What think'st thou of the fair sir Eglamonr? Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp.

Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; Jul, You, minion, are too saucy.
But, were I you, he never should be mine.

Luc. Nay, now you are too flat.
Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ? And mar the concord with too harsh a descant :
Luc. Well of his wealth ; but of himself, so, so. There wanteth but a mean to fill your song.
Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus! Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base.
Luc. Lord, lord! to see what fol y reigns in us ! Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus.
Jul. How now ! what means this passion at his name? Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me.
Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame, Here is a coil with protestation !-- [Tears the Letter.
That I, unworthy body as I am,

Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie:
Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.

You would be lingering them to anger me. [pleas'd Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest?

Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be heat Luc. Then thus,---of many good I think him best. To be so anger'd with another letter.

[Erit Jul. Your reason !

Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same!
Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; O hateful hands, to tear such loving words!
I think him so, because I think him so.

Injurious wasps to feed on such street honey,
Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on hiin? And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings!
Luc, Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. I'll kiss each several paper for amends.
Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me. And here is writ--kind Julia; unkind Julia !
Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think best loves ye. As in revenge of thy ingratitude,
Jul. His little speaking shows his love but sinall. I throw thy name against the bruising stones,
Luc. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all. Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love. Look, here is writ-love-rounded Proteus :-
Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their love. Poor wounded name! my bosoin, as a bed,
Jul. I would I knew his mind.

Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be thoroughly heal'd;
Luc.

Peruse this paper, madam. And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.
Jul. To Julia, -Say, from whom?

But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down !
Luc.
That the contents will show

Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,
Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee ! (Proteus. Till I have found each letter in the letter,

Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear
He would bave given it you, but I, being in the way, Unto a ragged, fearrul, hanging rock,
Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray. And throw it thence into the raging sea !

I
Jul, Now, by my inodesty, a goodly broker! Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,
Dare yon presume to harbour wanton lines !

Poor forlorn Proteus, passionale Proteus,
To whisper and conspire against my youth?

To the street Julia;- that I'll tear away; Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth,

And yet I will not, sith so prettily And you an officer fit for the place.

He couples it to his complaining names :

1 The same.

Thus will I fold them one upon another;

T'o-morrow be in readiness to go: Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.

Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.

Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided ;
Re-enter Lucetta.
Please you, deliberate a day or two.

[thee. Luc. Madam, dinner's ready and your father stays. Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after Jul. Well, let us go.

No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.Luc. What, shall these papers lielike tell-tales here? Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. To hasten on his expedition. [Exeunt Ant. and Pan.

Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down : Pro. Thus have I shann'd the tire, for fear of burning; Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd:

Jul. I see, you have a month's mind to them. I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter,

Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see ; Lest he should take exceptions to my love; I see things too, although you judge I wink: And with the vantage of mine own excuse Jul. Come, come, will’t please you go? [Exeunt. Hath he excepted most against my love.

o, how this spring of love resembleth
SCENE INI.

The uncertain glory of an April day;
A Room in Antonio's House.

Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,

And by and by a cloud takes all away!
Enter Antonio and Panthino.

Re-enter Panthino,
Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that,
Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister!

Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you;
Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.

He is in haste, therefore, I pray you, go. Ant. Why, what of him?

Pro. Why, this it is ! my heart accords thereto; Pan.

He wonder'd, that your lordship And yet a thousand times it answers, no. [Exeunt.
Would suffer him to spend his youth at home;
While other men, of slender reputation,
Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:

ACT II.
Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there;
Some, to discover islands far away;

SCENE I.
Some, to the studious universities.

Milan. An Apartment in the Duke's Palace. For any, or for all these exercises, He said, that Proteus, your son was meet:

Enter Valentine and Speed. And did request me, to importune you,

Speed. Sir, your glove, To let him spend his time no more at home,

Val. Not mine; my gloves are on. Which would be great impeachment to his age,

Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is but In having known no trouble in his youth.

one. Ant. Nor need'st thon much importune me to that

Val. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine :Whereon this month I have been hammering.

Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine ! I have consider'd well his loss of time;

Ah Silvia! Silvia! And how he cannot be a perfect man,

Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia! Not being try'd and tutor'd in the world,

Val. How now, sirrah ! Experience is by industry achiev'd,

Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.
And perfected by the swift course of time :

Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her!
Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him? Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook.
Pan. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,

Val. Well, you'll still be too forward.
How his companion, youthful Valentine,

Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow. Attends the einperor in his royal court.

Val. Go to, sir; tell me, do you know madam Silvia! Ant. I know it well.

[thither : Speed. She that your worship loves! Pan. "Twere good, I think, your lordship sent hiin

Val. Why, how know you that I am in love! There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,

Speed, Marry, by these special marks: First, you Hear sweet discourse, con verse with noblemen;

have learned, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms And be in eye of every exercise,

like a male-content; to relish a love-song, like a Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.

robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like one that had Ant. I like thy counsel ; well hast thou advis'd : the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it, lost his A. B. C; to weep, like a voung wench that The execution of it shall make known;

had buried her grandam ; to fast, like one that takes Even with the speediest execution

diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak I will despatch him to the emperor's court.

puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, Pan. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso, when you laugh, to crow like a cock ; when you With other gentlemen of good esteem,

walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you Are journeying to salute the emperor,

fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked And to commend their service to his will.

sadly, it was for want of money: and now you are Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go : metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on And, in good time,-now will we break with him. you, I can hardly think you my master.

Val. Are all these things perceived in me?
Enter Proteus.

Speed. They are all perceived without you.
Pro. Sweet love ! sweet lines ! sweet life!

'al. Without me! they cannot. Here is her hand, the agent of her heart :

Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain, for, withHere is her oath for love, ber honour's pawn : out you were so simple, none else would: but you 0, that our fathers would applaud our loves,

are so without these follies, that these follies are To seal our happiness with their consents !

within you, and shine through you like the water in O heavenly Julia !

an urinal; that not an eye, that sees you, but is a Ant. How now! what letter are you reading there! physician to comment on your malady.

Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two al. But, tell me, dost thou know iny lady Silvia! of commendation sent from Valentine,

Spred. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.

supper? Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. Hal. Hast thou obsery'd that? even she I mean.

Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes Speed. Why, sir, I know her not. How happily he lives, how well belov'd,

Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and And daily graced by the emperor;

yet know est her not!
Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. Speed. Is she not hard-favoured, sir?

Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish ? Val. Not so fair, boy, as well-favoured.
Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will,

Speed. Sir, I know that well enough,
And not depending on his friendly wish.

Val. What dost thou know ! Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish: Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed ;

favoured. For what I will, I will, and there an end.

Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time favour infinite. With Valentines in the emperor's court;

Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the What maintenance he from his friends receives, other out of all count. Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.

Val. How painted! and how out of count?

you this.

Speed. Marry, sir, so painted, to make her fair, that Val. To whom? no man counts of her beauty.

Speed. To yourself: why, she wooes you by a figure. Val, How esteemest thou me! I account of her Val. What tigure! beauty.

Speed. By a letter, I should say. Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed. Val. Why, she hath not writ to me. Val. How long bath she been deformed ?

Speed. Wbat need she, when she hath made you Speed. Ever since you loved her.

write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest? Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her, and Val. No, believe me. still I see her beautiful.

Speed, No believing you, indeed, sir : But did you Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her, perceive her earnest? al. Why?

Val. She gave me none, except an angry word. Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had Speed. Why, she bath given you a letter. mine eyes; or your own had the lights they were val. 'That's the letter I writ to her friend. wont to have, when you chid at sir Proteus for going Speed. And that letter bath she delivered, and ungartered!

there an end. Val. What should I see then ?

Val. I would, it were no morse. Speed. Your own present fully, and her passing de

Speed, l'il warrant you, 'tis as well: formity: for he, being in love, could not see to garter For often you have rrit to her, and she, in modesty, his hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put or else for want of idle time, could not again reply, on your hose. Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last Or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind

discoter,

[lover.-morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.

Speed. True, sir; I was in love with my bed : 1 Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes All this I speak in print ; for in print I found it.me the bolder to chide you for yours.

Why muse you, sir? 'tis dinner-time. Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. 1

Val. I have dined. Speed. I would you were set; so, your affection Love can feed on the air, 1 am one that am nourished

Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir: though the cameleon would cease. Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some like your mistress ; be moved, be moved. [Exeunt.

by my victuals, and would fain have meat: 0, be not lines to one she loves.

Speed. And have you!
Val. I have.

SCENE II. Verona. A Room in Julia's House. Speed. Are they not lamely writ?

Enter Proteus and Julia. Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them :

Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.
Peace, here she comes.

Jul. I must, where is no remedy.
Enter Silvia.

Pro. When possibly I can, I will retar.

ul. If you turn noi, you will return the sooner. Speed. O excellent motion ! O exceeding puppet! Keep this remembrance for tby Julia's sake. now will he interpret to her.

[Giring a Ring Val. Madam and mistiess, a thousand good morrows.

Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; fiere, take Speed. O, 'give you good even! here's a million of manners.

[Aside.

Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss. Sil, Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.

Pro. Here is any hand for my true constancy; Speed. He should give her interest ; and she gives and when that hour o'ers ips me in the day, it him.

Wherein I sigh not, Jutia, for thy sake, * al. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter, Unto the secret nameless friend of yours

The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,

Torment me for my love' torgetfulness !

My father stays my coming; answer not;
But for my duty to your ladyship.
Sil. I thank you, gentle servant : 'tis very clerkly That lide will stay me longer than I should';

[done. The tide is now : 'nay, not the tide of tears; Val. Now trust ine, madam, it came hardly off;

(Exit Julia. For, being ignorant to whom it goes, I writ at random, very doubtfully.

Julia, farewell.--What! gone without a word ?
Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much pains ? For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it.

Ay, so true love should do it cannot speak;
Val. No, madam ; so it stead you, I will write,
Please you command, a thousand times as much :

Enter Parthino.
And yet,-

Pan. Sir Proteus, y u are staid for. Sil. A pretty period ! Well, I guess the sequel;

Pro. Go; I come, I come :-
And yet I will not name it :--and yet I care not ;- Alas ! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. [Lxeunt.
And yet take this again ;--and yet I thank you ;

SCENE III. The same. A Street.
Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.
Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet.

Enter Launce, leading a Dog.

Aside. Laun. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done Val. What means your ladyship? do you not like it? weeping: all the kind of the Launces have this very

Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ: fault: I have received my proportion, like the proBut since unwillingly, take them again;

digious son, and am going with sir Proteus to the Nay, take them.

Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the sourestVal. Madam, they are for you.

natared dog that lives : my mother weeping, my faSil. Ay, ay; yon writ them, sir, at my request; ther wailing, ny sister crying, our maid howling, But I will none of them ; they are for you:

our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a I would have had them writ more movingly. great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur

Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another. shed one tear; he is a stone, a very pobble-stone,

Sil. And, when it's writ, for my sake read it over : and has no more pity in him than a dog : a Jew And, if it please you, so; if not, why, so.

would bave wept to have seen our parting ; why, my Val. If it please me, madam! what then? grandam having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour; at my parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it: And so good morrow, servant.

[Exit. This shoe is my father ;---o, this left shoe is my faSpeed. 0 jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, ther ;- no, no, this left shoe is my mother; pay, that As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a cannot be so neither ;--yes, it is so, it is so ; it bath steeple !

the worser sole: this shoe, with the hole in it, is my My master sues to her, and she hath taught her suitor, mother, and this my father: a vengeance on't ! there He being her pupil, to become her tutor.

'tis: now, sir, this stall is my sister; for, look you, O excellent device ! was there ever heard a better? she is as white as a lily, and as small as a wand : That my master, being scribe, to himself should write this hat is Nan, our maid ; I am the dog :--no, the the letter?

dog is himself, and I am the dog.--0, the dog is me, Val. How now, sir? what are you reasoning with and I am ayselt'; ay, so, so.--Now coine I to my yourself!

father; Father, your blessing; now should not the Speed, Nay, I was rhyming; 'tis you that have the shoe speak a word for weeping ; now should I kiss reason.

my father; well, he weeps on :-now come I to my Val. To do what?

mother, (O, that she could speak now !) like a wood Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia.

woman ;-well, I kiss her ;-why, there 'tis; here's

my mother's breath up and down. now come I to my Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
sister; mark the moan she makes : now the dog all To be of worth, and worthy estimation,
this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word; but And not without desert so well reputed.
see how I lay the dust with my tears.

Duke. Hath he not a son ?
Enter Panthino.

Val. Ay, my good lord ; a son that well deserves

a Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard ; thy master is 'The honour and regard of such a father.

Duke. You know him well! shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's the matter? why weepest thou, 'man! Away, ass; We have convers'd, and spent our hours together :

Val. I knew him as myself ; for from our infancy you will lose the tide, if you tarry any lenger.

Laun. It is no matter if the tyd were lost; for it. And though myself have been an idle truant, is the unkindest tv'd that ever any man ty'd.

Omitting the sweet benefit of time,

To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection ; Pan. What's the unkindest tide ?

Yet hath sir Proteus, for that's his name, Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here ; Crab, my dog.

Made use and fair advantage of his days; Pan. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the food ; and, in losing the tood, lose thy voyage; and, in losing His head un mellow'd, but his judgment ripe;

His years but young, but his experience old ; thy voyage, lose thy master and, in losing thy master, lose thy service ; and, in losing thy service, Come all the praises that I now bestow),

And, in a word (for far behind his worth
-Why dost thou stop my mouth?

He is complete in feature, and in mind,
Laun. For fear thou shouldst lose thy tongue.
Pan. Where should I lose my tongue ?

With all good grace to grace a gentleman.

Duke. Beslew me, sir, but, if he make this good, Laun. In thy tale.

He is as worthy for an empress' love,
Pan. In thy tail !
Laun. Lose the tide, and the vovage, and the mas. Well, sir; this gentleman is come to me,

As meet to be an emperor's counsellor.
ter, and the service! The tide!--Why, man, if the With commenda'ion from great poteutates ;
river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears ; if

And here he means to spend his time awhile : the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my

I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you. sighs.

Val. Should I have wishi'd a thing, it had been lie. Pan. Come, come away, man; I was sent to cali

Duke. Welcome him then accordiog to his worth; thee.

Silvia, I speak to you; and you, sir Thurio .Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.

For Valentine, I need not cite biin to it: Pan. Wilt thou go!

I'll send him hither to you presently.

[Erit. Laun. Well, I will go.

[Exeunt.

Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship SCENE IV.

Had come along with me, but that his mistress Milan. An Apartment in the Duke's Palace, Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks.

Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed,

Upon some other pawn for fealty,

(stil. Sil. Servant

Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prisoners Tal. Mistress!

Sil. Nav, then he should be blind; and, being blind, Speed. Master, sir Thurio frowns you.

How could he see his way to seek out you ! Val. Ay, buy, it's for love.

Tal. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. Speed. Not of you.

Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all. Val. Of my mistress then.

Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself; Speed. "Twere good, you knocked bim.

Upon a homely, object love can wink. Sil. Servant, you are sad.

Enter Proteos. Val. Indeed, madam, I seen so.

Sil. Have done, have done ; here comes the gentleThu. Seem you that you are not? Fal. Haply, I do. Thu. So do counterfeits.

Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !--Mistress, I beseech Val. So do you.

You,

Confirm his welcome with some special favour. Thu. What seem I, that I am not? Tal. Wise.

Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, Thu. What instance of the contrary !

If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from, Val. Your folly.

Tal. Mistress, it is : sweet lady, entertain him

'To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship. Tau, And how quote you my folly !

Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant. Val. I quote it in your jerkin.

Pro. Not so, sweet lady ; but too mean a servant Thu. My jerkin is a doublet.

To have a look of such a worthy mistress.
Vol. Weli, then, P'll double your folly.

Val. Leave off discourse of disability :
Thu. How!
Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio ? do you change colour? Sweet lads, entertain him for your seri ant.
Val. Give himn leave, madam; he is a kind of

Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else.

Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed ; carceleon.

Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress. then live in your air.

Pro. P'll die on him that says so, but yourself.

S:2. That you are welcome! Val. You have said, sir.

Pro. Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time.

No; that you are worthless. Val. I know it well, sir ; you always end ere you

Enter Servant. begin.

Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly

with you shot oft.

sil, I'll wait upon his pleasure. (Erit Servant. Val. 'Tis indeed, madarn; we thank the giver.

Come, sir Thurio, Sil. Wbo is tbat, servant !

Go with me :-Once more, new servant, welcome : Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire : l'il leave you to confer of home-affairs; sir Thurio borrows his sit from your ladyship's looks, When you have done, we look to hear from you. and spends what he borrows, kindly in your company, Pro. 'We'll both attend upon your ladyship. Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I

[ Exeunt Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. shall make your wit bankrupt.

Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you Val, I know it well, sir : you have an exchequer

came?

[commended. of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your Pro. Your friends are well, and have then mucha followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, that Val. And how do yours! they live by your bare words,

Pro.

I left them all in health, sil. No more, gentlemen, no more ; here conies Val. How does your lady? and how thrives your my father.

love! Enter Duke.

Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you; Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset. I know, you joy not in a love-discourse. Sir Valentine, your father's in good health :

Val. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now : What say you to a letter from your friends

I have done penance for contemning love ; or much good news!

Whose high imperious thoughts have panish'd me Val.

My lord, I will be thankfal With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, To any happy messenger from thence,

With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs; Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your countryman ? | For, in revenge of my contempt of love,

man.