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Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: Dare you presume to harbor wanton lines? You would be fingering thein, to anger me. To whisper and conspire against my youth? Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth,
best pleas'd And you an officer fit for the place,
To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exit. There, take the paper, see it be return'd;
Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! Or else return no more into my sight.
O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than Injurious wasps! to feed on such sweet honey, hate.
And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings! Jul. Will you begone?
I'll kiss each several paper for amends. Luc. That you may ruminate. [Exit. And here is writ-kind Julia;—unkind Julia!
Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter. As in revenge of thy ingratitude, It were a shame to call her back again,
I throw thy name against the bruising stones, And pray her to a fault for which I chid her.
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain. What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, Look, here is writ-love-wounded Proteus:And would not force the letter to my view ? Poor wounded name! my bosom as a bed, Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that
Shall lodge thee till thy wound be throughly heald: Which they would have the profferer construe, Ay. And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down? That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod!
Till I have found each letter in the letter, How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,
Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear When willingly I would have had her here! Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock, How angrily I taught my brow to frown,
And throw it thence into the raging sea! When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile! Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,My penance is, to call Lucetta back,
Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus, And ask remission for my folly past:
To the sweet Julia:—that I'll tear away;
And yet I will not, sith so prettily
He couples it to his complaining names :
Thus will I fold them one upon another;
Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.
Re-enter LUCETTA. That you might kill your stomach' on your meat, Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father And not upon your maid.
What is't you took up Jul. Well, let us go. So gingerly?
Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales Luc. Nothing.
Why didst thou stoop then? Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall.
Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: Jul. And is that paper nothing?
Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. Luc.
Nothing concerning me. Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them. Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,
see; Unless it have a false interpreter.
I see things too, although you judge I wink. Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in Jul. Come, come, will't please you go?[Exeunt.
rhyme. Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune:
SCENE III.-The same. A Room in Antonio's
Enter Antonio and PanthiNO.
Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad' talk was that, Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune. Jul. Heavy? belike it hath some burden, then. Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?
Pant. "Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you
Ant. Why, what of him? sing it.
He wonder'd that your lordship Jul. And why not you?
Would suffer him to spend his youth at home; Luc.
I cannot reach so high. While other men, of slender reputation," Jul. Let's see your song :-How now, minion?
Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out:
Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there; And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune.
Some, to discover islands far away; Jul. You do not?
Some, to the studious universities. Lue. No, madam; it is too sharp.
For any, or for all these exercises, Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.
He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet;
And did request me to importune you,
To let him spend his time no more at home, Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. In having known no travel in his youth.
Which would be great impeachment to his age, Luc. Indeed I did the base' for Proteus.
Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me.
that Here is a coil with protestation!
Whereon this month I have been hammering. [Tears the letter.
I have consider'd well his loss of time; • Matchmaker.
* Passion or obstinacy. And how he cannot be a perfect man, . A term in music.
9 The tenor in music. A challenge.
9 Bustle, stir.
• Little consequence. • Reproach.
Not being try'd and tutor’d in the world:
Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he Experience is by industry achiev'd,
writes And perfected by the swift course of time: How happily he lives, how well belov'd, Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him ? And daily graced by the emperor ;
Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant, Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. How his companion, youthful Valentine,
Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish ? Attends the emperor in his royal court.
Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, Ant. I know it well.
And not depending on his friendly wish. Pant. "Twere good, I think, your lordship sent Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish : him thither:
Muse' not that I thus suddenly proceed ; There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, For what I will, I will, and there an end. Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen; I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time And be in eye of every exercise
With Valentinus in the emperor's court; Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. What maintenance he from his friends receives,
Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd: Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.
Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.
Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided ; I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. Please you, deliberate a day or two. Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Al Ant. Look, what thou want'st shall be sent after phonso,
thee : With other gentlemen of good esteem,
No more of stay ; to-morrow thou must go.Are journeying to salute the emperor,
Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd And to commend their service to his will.
To hasten on his expedition. Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go;
[Exeunt Axt. and Part. And, in good time,-now will we break with him. Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear of
burning; Enter PROTEUS.
And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd:
I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter, Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life!
Lest he should take exceptions to my love; Here is her hand the agent of her heart;
And with the vantage of mine own excuse
O, how this spring of love resembleth
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, Ant. How now? what letter are you reading And by and by a cloud takes all away!
there? Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or
Re-enter PanthiNO. two
Pant. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you; Of commendation sent from Valentine,
He is in haste, therefore, I pray you, go. Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.
Pro. Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto; Ant. Lend me the letter ; let me see what news. | And yet a thousand times it answers, no. [Exeunt.
SCENE I.-Milan. An Apartment in the Duke's | robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like one that had Palace.
the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had Enter VALENTINE and SPEED.
lost his A, B, C; to weep, like a young wench that
had buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes Speed. Sir, your glove.
diet;" to watch, like one that fears robbing ; to speak Val. Not mine: my gloves are on.
puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when but one.
you walked, to walk like one of the lions; when Val. Ha! let me see : ay give it me, it's mine :
you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine !
looked sadly, it was for want of money; and now Ah Silvia ! Silvia !
you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when Speed. Madam Silvia ! madam Silvia !
Í look on you, I can hardly think you my master. Val. How now, sirrah ?
Val. Are all these things perceived in me? Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.
Speed. They are all perceived without you. Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her ?
Val. Without me? They cannot. Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook.
Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain, for Val. Well, you'll still be too forward.
without you were so simple, none else would: but Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too you are so without these follies, that these follies slow.
are within you, and shine through you like the Val. Go to, sir; tell me, do you know madam water in a urinal; that not an eye, that sees you, Silvia ?
but is a physician to comment on your malady. Speed. She that your worship loves !
Val. But, tell me,
dost thou know my lady Silvia? Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at
Speed. Marry, by these special marks : First, you supper ? have learned, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms Val. Hast thou observed that ? even she I mean. like a male-content; to relish a love-song, like a Break the matter to him.
• Under a regimen.
Speed. Why, sir, I know her not.
Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her,
pains ? and yet know'st her not?
Val. No, madam ; so it stead you, I will write, Speed. Is she not hard favored, sir ?
Please you command, a thousand times as much: Val. Not so fair, boy, as well favored. Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.
sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel; Val. What dost thou know?
And yet I will not name it :-and yet I care not.; Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well And yet take this again ;-and yet I thank you ; favored.
Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more. Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet. her favor infinite.
[Aside. Speed. That's because the one is painted, and Val. What means your ladyship ? do you not the other out of all count.
like it? Val. How painted ? and how out of count? Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ,
Speed. Marry, sir, so painted, to make her fair, But since unwillingly, take them again ; that no man counts of her beauty.
Nay, take them. Val. How esteemest thou me? I account of her Val. Madam, they are for you. beauty.
Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my request : Speed. You never saw her since she was de- But I will none of them; they are for you: formed.
I would have had them writ more movingly. Val. How long hath she been deformed?
Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another. Speed. Ever since you loved her.
Sil. And, when it's writ, for my sake read it over: Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her; and And if it please you, so; if not, why, so. still I see her beautiful.
Val. If it please me, madam ! what then? Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her. Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labor; Val. Why?
And so good-morrow, servant. [Exit Silvia. Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, mine eyes; or your own had the lights they were As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a wont to have, when you chid at sir Proteus for going
steeple ! ungartered.
My master sues to her; and she hath taught her Val. What should I see then ?
suitor, Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing He being her pupil
, to become her tutor. deformity : for he, being in love, could not see to ( oxcellent device! was there ever heard a better? garter his hose ; and you, being in love, cannot see That my master, being scribe, to himself should to put on your hose.
write the letter ? Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love ; for last Val. How now, sir ? what are you re
reasoning morning you could not see to wipe my shoes. with yourself?
Speed. True, sir; I was in love with my bed; I Speed. Nay, I was rhyming ; 'tis you that have thank you, you swinged me for my love, which the reason. makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.
Val. To do what? Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia: Speed. I would you were set; so, your affection Val. To whom?
Speed. To yourself: why, she woos you by a Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some
figure ? lines to one she loves.
Val. What figure ? Sperd. And have you ?
Speed. By a letter, I should say. Val. I have.
Val. Why, she hath not writ to me. Speed. Are they not lamely writ?
Speed. What need she, when she hath made you Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them : write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive thqjest? Peace, here she comes.
Val. No, believe me.
Speed. No believing you, indeed, sir : But did
you perceive her earnest ? Speed. O excellent motion!: O exceeding pup Val. She gave me none, except an angry word. pet! now will he interpret to her.
Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter. Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend.
Speed. And that letter hath she delivered, and. Speed. O, give you good even ! here's a million there an end. of manners.
Val. I would it were no worse. Sl. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thou Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well. sand.
Speed. He should give her interest; and she gives For often you have writ to her; and she, in moit him.
desty, Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter, or else for want of idle time,could not again reply; Unto the secret nameless friend of yours ; Or fearing else some messenger, that might her, Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,
mind discover, Bot for my duty to your ladyship.
Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto Sil. I thank you, gentle servant, 'tis very clerkly
her lover. done.
Val. Now, trust me, madam, it came hardly off; All this I speak in print; for in print I found it.For being ignorant to whom it goes,
Why muse you, sir ? 'tis dinner-time. I writ at random, very doubtfully.
Val. I have ned 1 Whipped. • A puppet-show.
Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir : though the cameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am
• Like a scholar.
nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat:
Enter PanthiNO. 0, be not like your mistress ; be moved, be moved.
Pant. Launce, away, away, aboard; thy master
is shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. SCENE IJ.—Verona. A room in Julia's House. What's the matter? why weepest thou, man? Away,
ass; you will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer. Enter PROTEUS and Julia.
Laun. It is no matter if the ty'd were lost : for
it is the unkindest ty'd that ever man ty'd. Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia. Jul. I must, where is no remedy.
Pant. What's the unkindest tide ? Pro. When possibly I can, I will return.
Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here ; Crab, my dog.
Pant. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood; Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner: Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake.
and, in losing the food, lose thy voyage; and, in
[Giving a ring. losing thy voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; here take thy master, lose thy service ; and in losing thy
service,–Why dost thou stop my mouth!
Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue. Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.
Pant. Where should I lose my tongue ?
Laun. In thy tale.
Pant. In thy tail ? The next ensuing hour some foul micchance
Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the Torment me for my love's forgetfulness !
master, and the service? The tide!- Why, man, if My father stays my coming; answer not;
the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my The tide is now : nay, not the tide of tears;
tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the
boat with my sighs. That tide will stay me longer than I should:
Pant. Come, come away, man; I was sent to
call thee. Julia, farewell.-- What! gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do; it cannot speak ;
Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.
Pant. Wilt thou go?
[Ezeunt. Enter ParthiNO. Pant. Sir Proteus, you are staid for.
SCENE IV.–Milan. An Apartment in the Duke's Pro. Go; I come, I
Palace. come; Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb.
Enter VALENTINE, Silvia, Tu and SPEED. [Exeunt.
Speed. Master, sir Thurio frowns on you.
Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.
Speed. Not of you. Laun. Nay, it will be this hour ere I have done
Val. Of my mistress then. weeping; all the kind of the Launces have this
Speed. 'Twere good, you knock'd him. very fault: I have received my proportion, like the
Sil. Servant, you are sad." prodigious son, and am going with sir Proteus to
Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so. the Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the
Thu. Seem you that you are not? sourcst-natured dog that lives: my mother weeping,
Val. Haply, I do. my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howl.
Thu. So do counterfcits. ing, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house
Val. So do you. in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted
Thu. What seem I that I am not ? cur shed one tear; he is a stone, a very pebble
Val. Wise. tone, and has no more pity in him than a dog: a
Thu. What instance of the contrary? Jew would have wept to have seen our parting; Val. Your folly. wby,
y, my grandam having no eyes, look you, wept Thu. And how quote you my folly? herself blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you Val. I quote it in your jerkin. the manner of it: This shoe is my father;-no
Thu. My jerkin is a doublet. this left shoe is my father ;-no, no, this left shoc
Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly. is my mother ;-nay, that cannot be so neither ;
Thu. How ? yce, it is so, it is so; it hath the worser sole ; This
Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio ? do you change shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my color? father; A vengeance on't! there 'tis : now, sir, this
Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of staff is my sister; for, look you, she is as white as a
cameleon. lily, and as small as a wand; this hat is Nan, our
Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your maid; I am the dog :-no, the dog is himself
, and I blood, than live in your air. am the dog ;-0, the dog is me, and I am myself;
Vah You have said, sir. ay, so, so. Now come I to my father; Father, your
Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time. blessing; now should not the shoe speak a word
Val. I know it well, sir ; you always end ere for wceping; now should I kiss my father; well, he
you begin. weeps on: now come I to my mother, (0, that she
Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and could speak now !) like a wood woman ;-well, I
quickly shot oft. kiss her ;-why there 'tis; here's my mother's breath
Val. "Tis indeed, madam ; we thank the giver. up and down; now come I to my sister; mark the
Sil. Who is that, servant ? moan she makes; now. the dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word; but see how I lay sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's
Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire: the dust with my tears. • Kindred. • Crazy, distracted.
• Note, observe.
looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly in your Val. Welcome, dear Proteus!- Mistress, I becompany.
Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, Confirm his welcome with some special favor. I shall make your wit bankrupt.
Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, Val. I know it well, sir; you have an exchequer If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from. of words, and I think no other treasure to give Val. Mistress, it is : sweet lady, entertain him your followers: for it appears by their bare liveries, | To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship. that they live by your bare words.
Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant. Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more; here comes Pro. Not so, sweet lady ; but too mean a servant
To have a look of such a worthy mistress.
Val. Leave off discourse of disability:
Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.
Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else. Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.
Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed; Sir Valentine, your father's in good health :
Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress. What say you to a letter from your friends
Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself. Oi much good news?
Sil. That you are welcome ?
No; that you are worthless. To any happy messenger from thence. Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your country
Enter Servant. man?
Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
with you. To be of worth, and worthy estimation, And not without desert so well reputed.
Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure. [Exit Servant. Duke. Hath he not a son ?
Come, sir Thurio, Val. Ay, my good lord; a son that well deserves Go with me :-Once more, new servant, welcome : The honor and regard of such a father.
I'll leave you to confer of home-affairs; Duke. You know him well?
When you have done, we look to hear from you. Val. I knew him as myself; for from our infancy
Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship. We have conversed and spent our hours together;
[Exeunt Silvia, Thurio, and Speed.
Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence And though myself have been an idle truant, Omitting the sweet benefit of time, To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection;
Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much
commended. Yet hath sir Proteus, for that's his name,
Val. And how do yours? Made use and fair advantage of his days;
I left them all in health. His years but young, but his experience old; His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe;
Val. How does your lady ? and how thrives And, in a word, (for far behind his worth Come all the praises that I now bestow,)
Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you ; He is complete in feature, and in mind,
I know you joy not in a love-discourse. With all good grace to grace a gentleman.
Val. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now; Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this good, whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me
I have done penance for contemning love ;
With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,
With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs; With commendation from great potentates;
For, in revenge of my contempt of love,
Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, And here he means to spend his time awhile :
And made them watchers of mine own heart's I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.
And hath so humbled me, as I confess,
There is no woe to his correction,
Now, no discourse, except it be of love;
Upon the very naked name of love.
Pro. Enough; I read your fortune in your eye: Sil. Belike that now she hath enfranchis'd them Upon some other pawn for fealty.
Was this the idol that you worship so ?
Val. Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint ? Val. Nay, sure, I think she holds them prisoners
Pro. No; but she is an earthly paragon. still.
Val. Call her divine. Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and being
I will not flatter her. blind,
Val. O, flatter me; for love delights in praises. How could he see his way to seek out you?
Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills; Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes.
And I must minister the like to you.
Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine,
Yet let her be a principality,
Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth.
Pro. Except my mistress.
Sweet, except not any : Sil Have done, have done; here comes the Except thou wilt except against my love. gentleman.
Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own?
Val. And I will help thee to preser her too: • Incite.
She shall be dignified with this high honor,