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Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose :

With willing sport, to the wild ocean.
If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; Then let me go, and hinder not my course:
If I lose them, thus find I by their loss, I'll be as patient as a gentle stream,
For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia. And make a pastime of each weary step,
I to myself am dearer than a friend;

Till the last step have brought me to my love;
For love is still more precious in itself: And there l'll rest, as, after much turmoil ý,
And Silvia, witness heaven, that made her fair! A blessed soul doth in Elysium.
Shews Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.

Luc. But in what habit will you go along? I will forget that Julia is alive,

Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent Rememb'ring that my love to her is dead; The loose enconnters of lascivious men: And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,

Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend. As may beseem some well-reputed page. I cannot now prove constant to myself, Luc. Why then your ladyship must cut Without some treachery ised to Valentine:-This night, he meaneth with a corded ladder Jul. No,girl; I'll knit it up in silken strings, To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window; With twenty odd conceited true love knots : Myself in counsel. his competitor*:

To be fantastic may become a youth Now presently I'll give her father notice Of greater time than I shall show to be. Of their disguising, and pretended + fight; Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine;

your breeches?

(mny lord, For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter: Jul. That fits as well, as—" tell me, good But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross, “ What compass will you wear your far. By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull pro. tbingale?

(Lucetta. ceeding.

(swift Why, even that fashion that thou best lik’st, Love, lend me wings to make my purpose

Luc. You must needs have them with a codAs thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift!

piece, madam. (Exit. Jul. Ont, out, Lucetta! that will be illfavour'd.

[a pin, SCENE VII. Verona. A Room in Julia's Luc. A round hose, madam, now's not worth House.

Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on.

Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have Enter JULIA and LUCETTA.

What thou think'st meet and is most mannerly: Jul. Counsel, Lncetta; gentle girl, assist me! But tell me, wench, how will the world repute And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee,- For undertaking so unstaid a journey? (me, Whó art the table wherein all my thoughts I fear me, it will make nie scandaliz'd. Are visibly character'and engrav'ı,

Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and To lesson me; and tell me some good mean, Jul. Nay, that I will not.

[go not. How, with my honour, I may undertake Luc. Then never dream on infamy, hot go. A journey to my loving Proteus.

If Proteus like your journey, when you come, Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. No matter who's displeas’d, when you are gone:

Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal. To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps ; Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear: Much less shall she,that hath love's wings to fly; A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears, And when the flight is made to one so dear, And instances as infinite of love, Of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus. Warrant me welcome to my Proteus.

Luc. Better forbear,till Proteus make return. Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men. Jul. O, know'st thou not, his looks are my Jul. Base men, that use them to so base soul's food ?

effect ! Pity the dearth that I have pined in,

But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth : By longing for that food so long a time. His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate ; Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow, His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; » As seek to quench the fire of love with words. His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot earth.

[come to him! But qualify the fire's extreme rage, [bre; Luc. Pray heaven he prove so, when you Lést it should barn above the bounds of reason. Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that Jul. The more thou dam'st; it up, the more To bear a hard opinion of his truth: [wrong, it burns;

Only deserve my love, by loving him;
Tlie current, that with gentle murmur glides, And presently go with me to my chamber,
Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth To take a note of what I stand in need of,
rage;

To furnish me npon my longing Il journey.
But, when his fair course is not hindered, All that is mine I leave at thy dispose,
He makes sweet musicwith the enameld stones, My goods, my lands, my reputation;
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge

Only, in lieu thereof, despatch me hence :
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage;

Come, answer not, but to it presently; Aud so by many winding nooks he strays, ! I am impatient of my tarriance. (Exeunt. • Confederate. t Intended.

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ACT III.

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SCENE I. Milan. An Ante-room in the

Enter Valentine.
Duke's palace.
Enter DUKE, TAURIO, and PROTEUS.

Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast?

Val. Please it your grace there is a messenger Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, That stays to bear my letters to my friends, awhile;

And I am going to deliver them. We have some secrets to confer about.

Duke. Be they of much import?'

[Exit THURIO. Pal. The tenor of them doth but signify Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with My health, and happy being at your court. me ?

[discover, Duke. Nay, then, no matter ; stay with me Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would a while; The law of fricodship bids me to conceal: I am to break with thee of some affairs, Bat, wlien I call to mind your gracious favours That touch me near, wherein thou must be Done to me, undeserving as I am,

secret. My duty pricks me on to utter that (me: 'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have songht Which else no worldly good should draw from To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter. Know, worthy prince, sir Valentine,my friend, Val. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the This night intends to steal away your daughter; match

(tleman Myself am one made privy to the plot. Were rich and honourable ; besides, the gen. I know, you have determin'd to bestow her Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates; Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter: And should she thus be stolen away from you, Cannot your grace win her to fancy him? It would be much vexation to your age.

Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sallen, Thus, for my daty's sake, I rather chose

froward, To cross my friend in his intended drift, Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking daty ; Than, by concealing it, heap on your head Neither regarding that she is my child, A pack of sorrows, which would press you Nor fearing me as if I were her father: down,

And, may I say to thee, this pride of her's, Being unprevented, to your timeless grave. Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her ; Duke. Proteus, I thiank thee for thine honest And, where I thought the remnant of mine age care;

Should have been cherish'd by her child-like Which to requite, command me while I live. This love of theirs myself have often seen, I now am full resolved to take a wife, Haply, when they have judged me fast asleep; And turn her ont to who will take her in: And oftentimes have purpos’d to forbid Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower; Sir Valentine her company, and my court: For me and my possessions she esteems not. Bat, fearing lest my jealous aim* might err, Val. What would your grace have me to do And so, unworthily, disgrace the man,

in this? (A rashness that I ever yet have shann'd,) Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan here, I gave him gentle looks; thereby to find Whom I affect; but she is nice and coy, That which thyself hast now disclos'c. to me. And nought esteems my aged eloquence: And, that thou may'st perceive my fear of this, Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor, knowing that tender youth is soon suggestedt,|(For long agone I have forgot to court: I nightly lodge her in an upper tower, Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd ;) The key whereof myself have ever kept; How, and which way, I may bestow myself, And thence she cannot be convey'd away. To be regarded in her sun-bright eye. Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd Val Win lier with gifts, if she respect not a mean

words; How he her chamber-window will ascend, Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, And witb a corded ladder fetch her down; More than quick words, do move a woman's Por which the youthful lover row is gone,

mind.

[her. And this way comes he with it presently; Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent Where, if it please yoy, you may intercept him. Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best But, good my lord, do it so cunningly,

contents her: That my discovery be not aimed | at; Send her another; never give her o'er; Por love of you, not hate unto my friend, For scorn at tirst makes after-love the more. Hath made me publisher of this pretence g. It she do frown, 'lis not in hate of you, Duke. Upon mine bonoar, he shall never But rather to beget more love in you: know

If she do chide, 'vis not to have you gone; That I had any light from thec of this. For why, the fools are mad, if left alone. Pro. Adieu,my lord ; sir Valentine is coming. Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;

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Flatter and praise, commend,extol their graces, / 'Tis so;

and here's the ladder for the purpose.Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' Why, Phaëton, (for thou art Merops' son) faces.

Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car, That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man And with thy daring folly burn the world If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on Duke. But she I mean, is promis'd by her

thee? Unto a youthful gentleman of worth; (friends Go, base intruder! overweening slave! And kept severely from resort of men, Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates; That no man hath access by day to her. And think, my patience, more than thy desert, Val. Why, then, I would resort to her by Is privilege for thy departure hence: night.

{kept safe, Thank me for this, more than for all the favours, Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock’d, and keys Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee. That no man hath recourse to her by night. B:1t if thon linger in my territories, Val. What lets *, but one may enter at her longer than swiftest expedition window?

(ground; Will give thee time to leave our royal court, Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love And built so shelving, that one cannot climb it I ever bore my daughter, or thyself. Without apparent hazard of his life. (cords, Be gone, I will not hear thy vain excuse,

Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks,

hence.

(Exit DUKE. Would serve to scale another hero's tower, Val. And why not death, rather than living So bold Leander would adventure it.

torment? Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, To die, is to be banish'd from myself; Advise me where I may have such a ladder. And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell Is self from self; a deadly banishment! me that.

What light is light, if Silvia be not seen ? Duke.This very night! for love is like a child, What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by ? That longs for every thing that he can come by. Unless it be to think that she is by;

Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a And feed upon the shadow of perfection. ladder.

Except I be by Silvia in the night, Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone; There is no music in the nightingale ; How shall I best convey the ladder thither? Unless I look on Silvia in the day,

Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may There is no day for me to look upon:
Under a cloak, that is of any length. [bear it She is my essence; and I leave to be,

Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve If I be not by her fair influence
Val. Ay, my good lord. (the turn? Foster'd, illamin'd, cherish’d, kept alive.
Duke.

Theu let me see thy cloak; I fy not death, to fly bis deadly doom:
I'll get nie one of such another length. Tarry I here, I but attend on death;

Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, But fly I hence, I ny away from life. ... my lord.

(cloak ?

"Enter Pro't EUs and LAUNCE. Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.

Prr. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out.

Laun. So-ho! so ho!
What letter is this same? What's here? --To
Silvia?

Pro, What seest thou?
And here an engine fit for my proceeding!

Laun. Him we go to find: there's not a I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. [reads. hair on's head, but 'tis a Valentine.

Pro. Valentine? My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia Val. No. nightly;

Pro. Who then? his spirit? And slures they are to me, that send them Vil. Neither. flying:

Pro. What then? 0,could their master come and go as lightly, Val. Nothing.

(strike Himself would lodge, where senseless they Laun. Can nothing speak? master, shall I are lying.

[them;

Pro. W hom would'st thou strike?
My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest Laun. Nothing.
While I, their king, that thither them Pro Villain, forbear.

[you,importune,

Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray Do curse the grace that with such grace Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear: Friend Valen. hath bless'd them,

tine, a word. Because myself do want my servants' Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear fortune :

good news, I curse myself, for they are sent by me, So much of bad already hath possess'd them. That they should harbour where their lord Pro. T'hen in dumb silence will I bury mine, should be.

For they are harsh, untunable, and bad. What's here?

Val. Is Silvia dead? Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee : Pro. No, Valentine,

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Yal. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia! horse shall not pluck that from me; nor who -Hath she forsworn me?

'tis I love, and yet 'tis a woman : but that Pro. No, Valentine.

[me!- woman I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn milk-maid: yet 'tis not a maid, for she hath What is your news?

had gossips: yet 'tis a maid, for she is her Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation that you master's maid, and serves for wayes. She hath are vanish'd.

[news ; more qualities than a water-spaniel,--which is Pro. That thou art banished, O that's the much in a bare christian. Here is the cat-log Prom hence, from Silvia, and from me, thy (pulling out a paper) of her conditions. Infriend.

primis, She can fetch and carry. Why, a Val. O, I have fed upon this woe already, horse can do no more; nay, a horse cannot And now excess of it will make me surfeit. fetch, but only carry; therefore, is she better Doth Silvia know that I am banished ? than a jade. Item, She can milk; look you, Pro. Ay, ay; and she bath offer'd to the a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands.

doom, (Which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual force,)

Enter SPEED. A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears : Speed. How now, signor Launce? what Those at her father's churlish feet she tenderd; news with your mastership? With them, upon her knees, her humble self; Luun. With my master's ship? why, it is Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so be at sea. came them,

Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake As if but now they waxed pale for woe:

the word: What news then in your paper ? But peither bended knees, pure hands held up,

Laun. The blackest news that ever thou Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding heard'st. tears,

Speed. Why, man, how black? Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire; Laun. Why, as black as ink. Bat Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die.

Speed. Let me read them. Besides, her intercession chaf'd him so, Laun. Fie on thee, jolt-head; thou can’st not When she for thy repeal was suppliant, read. That to close prison he commanded her, Speed. Thou liest, I can. With many bitter threats of 'biding there. Laun. I will try thee: Tell me this: Who Val. No more; unless the next word that begot thee? thou speak'st

Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather. Have some malignant power upon my life:

Laun. O illiterate loiterer! it was the son If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear, of thy grandmother: this proves, that thou As ending anthem of my endless dolour.* caust not read, Pro, Cease to lament for that thou canst not Speed. Come, fool, come: try me in thy help,

paper. And study help for that which thou lament'st, Laun. There; and saint Nicholas + be thy Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

speed !
Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love; Speed. Imprimis, She can milk.
Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life. Laun. Ay, that she can.
Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, Speed, 'Item, She brews good ale.
And manage it against despairing thoughts.

Luun. And therefore comes the proverb,--
Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence; Blessing of your heart, you brew good ale.
Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd, Speed. Item, She can sew.
Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love. Laun. That's as much as to say, Can she so ?
The time now serves not to expostulate: Spet d. Item, She can knit.
Come, I'll convey thee through the city gate;

Laun. What need a man care for a stock And, ere I part with thee, confer at large with a wench, when she can knit him a stock? Of all that may concern thy love-affairs : Speed. Item, Sue cun wash und scour. As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself, Laun. A special virtue; for then she need Regard thy danger, and along with me. not be washed and scoured. Val. I pray thee, Launce, an' if thou seest Speed. Item, She can spin. my boy,

(north-gate. Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels, Bid him make haste, and meet me at the when she can spin for her living. Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Va- Speed. Item, She hath many nameless lentine.

virtues. Val. O my dear Silvia! hapless Valentine! Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard

[Exeunt VALENTINE'und P'ROTEUS. virtues; that, indeed, know not their fathers, Laun. I am but a fool, louk you; and yet I and therefore brave no names. have the wit to think, my master is a kind of Speedt. Here follow her rices. a knive: but that's all one, if he be bat one Luun. Close at the heels of ber virtues. knave.

He lives not now, that knows ine to Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fastbe in love: yet I am in love; but a team of ing, in respect of her breath. . . Grief.

+ St. Nicholas presided over young scholars.

love you,

Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with my letter: An unmannerly slave, that will a breakfast: Read on.

thrust himself into secrets !-I'll after, to re. Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth. joice in the boy's correction.

[Erit. Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath.

SCENE II. Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep. The same. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep

Enter Duke and THUR10; PROTEUS not in l.er talk.

behind. Speed. Item, She is slow in words.

Laun. O villain, that set this down among Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not but that she will her vices! To be slow in words, is a woman's only virtue: I pray thee, out with't; and place Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. it for her chief virtue.

Thu. Since his exile she hath despis’d me Speed. Item, She is proud.

most, Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's le. Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me, gacy, and cannot be ta'en from her.

That I am desperate of obtaining her. Speed. Item, She hath no terth.

Duke. This weak impress of love is as a Laun. I care not for that neither, because I

figitre love crusts.

Trench'd I in ice; which with an hour's heat Speed. Item, She is curst.

Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. Laun. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, to bite.

And worthless Valentine shall be forgot. Speed. Item, She will often praise her How now, sir Proteus? Is your countryman, liquor.

According to our proclamation, gone? Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall: if Pro. Gone, my good lord.

(ly. she will not, I will; for good things should be Duke. My daughter takes his going grievouspraised.

Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that Speed. Item, She is too liberal*.

grief.

[so.Laun. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not writ down she is slow of: of her purse she Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee, shall not; for that I'll keep shut: now, of an. (For thou hast shown some sign of good desert, other thing she may; and that I cannot help. Makes me the better to confer wiil thee. Well, proceed.

Pro. Longer than I prove loyalto your grace, Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, Let me not live to look upon your grace. and more faults than hairs, and more Duke. Thou know'st how willingly I would wealth than faults.

effect Laun. Stop there; I'll have her: she was the match between sir Thurio and my daughter. mine, and not mine, twice or thrice in that Pro. I do, my lord. last article: Rehearse that once more.

Duke.And also, I think,thon art not ignoraut Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, How she opposes her against my will.

Laun. More hair than wit,- it may be; I'll Pro. She did, my lord, whea Valentine was prove it: The cover of the salt hides the salt,

here. and therefore it is more than the salt; the hair Duke. Ay, and perversely she persé vers so. that covers the wit, is more than the wit; for What might we do, to make the girl forget the greater hides the less. What's next? The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio?

Speed. And more faults thun hairs,—, Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine Laun. That's monstrous: 0 that that were With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent

Three things that women highly hold in late. Speed. And more wealth than faults. Duke. Ay, but she'll think that it is spoke Laun. Why, that word snakes the faults Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it :

[in hate gracious t: Well, I'll have her: and if it be a Therefore it must, with circumstance,

be spoker match, as nothing is impossible,

By one whom she esteemeth as his friend. Speed. What then?

Duke. Then you must undertake to slander Luun. Why, then I will tell thee,- that thy him.

[du master stays for thee at the porth gate.

Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loch te Speed. For me?

'Tis an ill office for a genileman; Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou? be hath Especially against his very friend. staid for a better man than thee.

Duke. \Vhere your good word cannot ad Speed. And must I go to him ?

vantage him, Luun. Thoa must run to him, for thou hast Your slander never can endamage him ; staid so long, that going will scarce serve the Therefore the office is indifferent, turn.

Being entreated to it by your friend. Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner? 'pox Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can of your love-letters!

[Erit. Laun. Now.will he be swinged for reading. By aught that I can speak in his disprise, Licentious in language,

+ Graceful.

Cut.

out !

do it,

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