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Attends the emperor in his royal court.
Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. Ant. I know it well.
Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish? Pant. 'T were good, I think, your lordship sent him Pro. As one relying on your lordship’s will, thither.
And not depending on his friendly wish. There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,
Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish. Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen, Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed, And be in eye of every exercise,
For what I will, I will, and there an end.
I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time
Like exhibition* thou shalt have from me.
To-morrow be in readiness to go:
Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.
Please you, deliberate a day or two.
Ant. Look, what thou want'st shall be sent after thee: And to commend their service to his will.
No more of stay; to-morrow thou must
[Exeunt ANTONIO and PANTHINO. Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines ! sweet life!
Pro. Thus have I shunn’d the fire for fear of burning, Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;
And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd.
[Kissing a letter. I feard to show my father Julia's letter, Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn.
Lest he should take exceptions to my love; 0! that our fathers would applaud our loves,
And, with the vantage of mine own excuse, And seal our happiness with their consents !
Hath he excepted most against my love. O heavenly Julia !
O! how this spring of love resembleth Ant. How now! what letter are you reading there? The uncertain glory of an April day,
Pro. May 't please your lordship, 't is a word or two Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
Pro. There is no news, my lord, but that he writes He is in haste; therefore, I pray you, go.
Pro. Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto, And daily graced by the emperor;
And yet a thousand times it answers no. [Esceunt.
SCENE I.—Milan. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Ithat fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at
Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laugh’d, to Enter VALENTINE and SPEED.
crow like a cock; when you walk'd, to walk like one Speed. Sir, your glove.
of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after Val.
Not mine; my gloves are on. dinner; when you look'd sadly, it was for want of Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is but money; and now you are so metamorphosed with a
mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think Val. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me;
you my master. Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine !
Val. Are all these things perceived in me? Ah Silvia ! Silvia !
Speed. They are all perceived without ye. Speed. Madam Silvia ! madam Silvia !
Val. Without me ? they cannot. Val. How now, sirrah ?
Speed. Without you ? nay, that's certain; for, withSpeed. She is not within hearing, sir.
out you were so simple, none else would be?: but you Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her?
are so without these follies, that these follies are within Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook. you, and shine through you like the water in an urinal, Val. Well, you'll still be too forward.
that not an eye that sees you, but is a physician to Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow. comment on your malady, Val. Go to, sir. Tell me, do you know madam Silvia ? Val. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia ? Speed. She that your worship loves ?
Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper? Val. Why, how know you that I am in love ?
Val. Hast thou observed that? even she I mean. Speed. Marry, by these special marks. First, you Speed. Why, sir, I know her not. have learn’d, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms, like Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and a mal-content; to relish a love song, like a robin-red- yet know'st her not? breast; to walk alone, like one that hath the pestilence; Speed. Is she not hard-favour'd, sir? to sigh, like a schoolboy that hath lost his A B C; to Val. Not so fair, boy, as well favour'd. weep, like a young wench that hath buried her grandam; Speed. Sir, I know that well enough. to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one Val. What dost thou know?
3 Valentinus : in f. e.
1 The rest of this direction is not in f. e. 2 Not in f. e. Universities. 5 had : in f. e. 6 7 Not in f. e.
4 maintenance, still in use in this sense in English 4 5 6 Not in f. e. 7 giving a ring is added in f. e.
Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well- Val. What means your ladyship? do you not like it? favour'd.
Sil. Yes, yes: the lines are very quaintly writ, Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her But since unwillingly, take them again. favour infinite.
Nay, take them.
[Giving it back. Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the Val. Madam, they are for you. other out of all count.
Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my request, Val. How painted ? and how out of count?
But I will none of them: they are for you. Speed. Marry, sir, so painted to make her fair, that I would have had them writ more movingly. no man 'counts of her beauty.
Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another. Val. How esteem'st thou me? I account of her Sil. And, when it's writ, for my sake read it over beauty.
And if it please you, so; if not, why, so. Speed. You never saw her since she was deform’d. Val. If it please me, madam; what then ? Val. How long hath she been deform'd ?
Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour ; Speed. Ever since you loved her.
And so good-morrow, servant.
[Exit. Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her, and still Speed. O jest ! unseen, inscrutable, invisible, I see her beautiful.
As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.
steeple. Val. Why?
My master sues to her, and she hath taught her suitor, Speed. Because love is blind. 0! that you had He being her pupil, to become her tutor. mine eyes; or your own eyes had the lights they were O excellent device! was there ever heard a better, wont to have, when you chid at sir Proteus for going That my master, being scribe, to himself should write ungartered !
the letter ? Val. What should I see then ?
Val. How now, sir! what, are you reasoning with Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing de- yourself? formity; for he, being in love, could not see to garter Speed. Nay, I was rhyming : 't is you that have the his hose ; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on reason. your hose.
Val. To do what? Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia. morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.
Val. To whom ? Speed. True, sir; I was in love with my bed. I Speed. To yourself. Why, she woos you by a figure. thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes Val. What figure ? me the bolder to chide you for yours.
Speed. By a letter, I should say. Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.
Val. Why, she hath not writ to me ? Speed. I would you were set, so your affection would Speed. What need she, when she hath made you
write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest ? Val. Last night she enjoin'd me to write some lines Val. No, believe me. to one she loves.
Speed. No believing you, indeed, sir : but did you Speed. And have you ?
perceive her earnest ? Val. I have.
Val. She gave me none, except an angry word. Speed. Are they not lamely writ ?
Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter. Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them.--- Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend. Peace! here she comes.
Speed. And that letter hath she deliver'd, and there Enter SILVIA.
an end. Speed. O excellent motion !! O exceeding puppet ! Val. I would it were no worse ! Now will he interpret to her.
I'll warrant you, 't is as well: Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good morrows. For often have you writ to her, and she, in modesty, Speed. O! 'give ye good even: here's a million of Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply;
[ Aside.? Or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind Sil. Sir Valentine and servant,9 to you two thousand.
discover, Speed. He should give her interest, and she gives it Her self hath taught her love himself to write unto her him.
lover.--Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter All this I speak in print, for in print I found it.Unto the secret nameless friend of yours ;
Why muse you, sir ? 't is dinner time. Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,
Val. I have dined. But for my duty to your ladyship. [Giving a paper. Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir : though the cameleon
Sil. I thank you, gentle servant. T is very clerkly love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourish'd done.
by my victuals, and would fain have meat. O! be not Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off;. like your mistress: be moved, be moved. [Eceunt. For, being ignorant to whom it goes,
SCENE II.-Verona. A Room in JULIA's House.
Enter PROTEUS and JULIA.
Pro. When possibly I can, I will return.
[Exchange rings. Speed. And yet you will; and yet, another yet. [ Aside.5 Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss. 1 A puppet show.
2 Not in f. e.
3 An old term for lover.
8 Not in f. e.
Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy; master, and the service, and the tide. Why, man, if And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day,
the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,
if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my The next ensuing hour some foul mischance
sighs. Torment me for my love's forgetfulness.
Pant. Come; come, away, man: I was sent to call
Launce. Sir, call me what thou dar'st.
Launce. Well, I will go.
[Exeunt. Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;
SCENE IV.---Milan. A Room in the DUKE's Palace. For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it. Enter PANTHINO.
Enter VALENTINE, SILVIA, THURIo, and SPEED. Pant. Sir Proteus, you are stay'd for.
Go; I come, I come. Val. Mistress,
Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.
Speed. Not of you.
Val. Of my mistress, then.
. Servant, you are sad. fault. I have received my proportion, like the prodi- Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so. gious son, and am going with sir Proteus to the impe- Thu. Seem you that you are not ? rial's court. I think Crab, my dog, be the sourest- Val. Haply, I do. natured dog that lives : my mother weeping, my father Thu. So do counterfeits. wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat
Val. So do you. wringing her hands, and all our house in a great per
Thu. What seem l that I am not? plexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one Val. Wise. tear. He is a stone, a very pebble-stone, and has no Thu. What instance of the contrary? more pity in him than a dog; a Jew would have wept Val. Your folly. to have seen our parting : why, my grandam having no Thu. And how quote: you my folly ? eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, Val. I quote it in your jerkin. I'll show you the manner of it. This shoe is my father; Thu. My jerkin is a doublet. --no, this left shoe is my father;—no, no, this left shoé Val. Well, then, 't will* double your folly. is my mother ;-nay, that cannot be so, neither :-yes,
Thu. How? it is so, it is so; it hath the worser sole. This shoe, Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio ? do you change colour ? with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father. Val. Give him leave, madam : he is a kind of cameA vengeance on’t! there 't is : now, sir, this staff is my leon. sister; for, look you, she is as white as a lily, and as Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, small as a wand : this hat is Nan, our maid: I am the than live in your air. dog ;—no, the dog is himself, and I am the dog,-0! Val. You have said, sir. the dog is me, and I am myself: ay, so, so. Now come Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time. I to my father; "Father, your blessing :' now should Val. I know it well, sir : you always end ere you not the shoe speak a word for weeping : now should I begin. kiss my father; well, he weeps on.
Now come I to Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly my mother, (0, that she could speak now!) like a wild shot off. woman :-well, I kiss her; why there 't is; here's my Val. ’T is indeed, madam; we thank the giver. mother's breath, up and down. Now come I to my Sil. Who is that, servant ? sister; mark the moan she makes : now, the dog all Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire. this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word, but see Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks, how I lay the dust with my tears.
and spends what he borrows kindly in your company. Enter PANTHINO.
Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I Pant. Launce, away, away, aboard : thy master is shall make your wit bankrupt. shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's Val. I know it well, sir: you have an exchequer of the matter? why weep’st thou, man? Away, ass; words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your folyou'll lose the tide, if you tarry any longer.
lowers; for it appears by their bare liveries, that they Launce. It is no matter if the tied were lost; for it live by your bare words. is the unkindest tied that ever any man tied,
Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more.
Here comes my Pant. What's the unkindest tide ?
father. Launce. Why, he that's tied here; Crab, my dog.
Enter the DUKE. Pant. Tut, man, I mean thou ’It lose the flood; and, Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset. in losing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, in losing thý Sir Valentine, your father 's in good health: voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing thy master, lose What say you to a letter from your friends thy service; and, in losing thy service,—Why dost thou Of much good news ? stop my mouth ?
My lord, I will be thankful Launce. For fear thou should’st lose thy tongue. To any happy messenger from thence. Pant. Where should I lose my tongue ?
Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your countryman ? Launce. In thy tale.
Val. Ay, my good lord ; I know the gentleman Pant. In thy tail?
To be of wealth and worthy estimation, Launce. Lose the tied, and the voyage, and the And not without desert so well reputed. ia Dog: in f. e. 2 in f. e: wood (i. e. mad).
4 I'll : in f. A.
3 Note or observe.
5 worth: in f. e.
Duke. Hath he not a son ?
Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship. Val. Ay, my good lord; a son, that well deserves
[Exeunt SILVIA, THURIo, and SPEED. The honour and regard of such a father.
Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you came ? Duke. You know him well ?
Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much Val. I knew him, as myself; for from our infancy
commended. We have convers’d, and spent our hours together :
Val. And how do yours? And though myself have been an idle truant,
I left them all in health. Omitting the sweet benefit of time
Val. How does your lady, and how thrives your love? To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection,
Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you: Yet hath sir Proteus, for that's his name,
I know, you joy not in a love-discourse. Made use and fair advantage of his days:
Val. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now: His years but young, but his experience old;
I have done penance for contemning love; His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe;
Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me And in a word, (for far behind his worth
With bitter fasts, and penitential groans, Come all the praises that I now bestow)
With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs; He is complete in feature, and in mind,
For, in revenge of my contempt of love, With all good grace to grace a gentleman.
Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but, if he make this good,
And. made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow. He is as worthy for an empress' love,
O, gentle Proteus! love's a mighty lord, As meet to be an emperor's counsellor.
And hath so humbled me, as, I confess, Well, sir, this gentleman is come to me
There is no woe to his correction,
Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth!
Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep,
Was this the idol that you worship so ? For Valentine, I need not 'cite him to it.
Val. Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint? I'll send him hither to you presently.
Pro. No, but she is an earthly paragon. Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship,
Val. Call her divine. Had come along with me, but that his mistress
Pro. I will not flatter her. Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks.
Val. O! flatter me, for love delights in praises. Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them, Pro. When I was sick you gave me bitter pills, Upon some other pawn for fealty.
And I must minister the like to you. Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prisoners still. Val. Then speak the truth by her: if not divine,
Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind, Yet let her be a principality,
Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth.
Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself: Except thou wilt except against my love.
Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own?
Val. And I will help thee to prefer her, too : Sil. Have done, have done. Here comes the gen- She shall be dignified with this high honour,tleman.
[Exit THURIO. To bear my lady's train, lest the base earth Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !—Mistress, I beseech Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, you,
And, of so great a favour growing proud, Confirm his welcome with some special favour. Disdain to root the summer-smelling? flower,
Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, And make rough winter everlastingly. If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from.
Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this? Val. Mistress, it is. Sweet lady, entertain him Val. Pardon me, Proteus : all I can, is nothing To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship.
To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing. Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant.
She is alone.
Val. Not for the world. Why, man, she is mine own; Val. Leave off discourse of disability.
And I as rich in having such a jewel, Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else.
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold
Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself. My foolish rival, that her father likes
Only for his possessions are so huge,
That you are worthless. Is gone with her along, and I must after, 1 Re-enter THURIO.
For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy. Thu. Madam, my lord, your father, would speak Pro. But she loves you ?
Val. Ay, and we are betroth'd ; nay, more, our Sil. I wait upon his pleasure: come, sir Thurio,
marriage hour, Go with me.-Once more, new servant, welcome: With all the cunning manner of our flight I'll leave you to confer of home-affairs;
Determin'd of: how I must climb her window, When you have done, we look to hear from you. The ladder made of cords, and all the means
1 Enter: in f. e.
2 swelling: in f. e.
Plotted, and 'greed on for my happiness.
Speed. The conclusion is, then, that it will. Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber,
Launce. Thou shalt never get such a secret from In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel.
me, but by a parable. Pro. Go on before ; I shall enquire you forth. Speed. 'Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, how I must unto the road, to disembark
say'st thou, that my master is become a notable lover ? Some necessaries that I needs must use,
Launce. I never knew him otherwise, And then I'll presently attend on you.
Speed. Than how? Val. Will you make haste ?
Launce. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him Pro. I will.
to be. Even as one heat another heat expels,
Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistak'st me. Or as one nail by strength drives out another,
Launce. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy So the remembrance of my former love
master, Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover. Is it mine own, or Valentino's praise,
Launce. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn Her true perfection, or my false transgression, himself in love, if thou wilt go with me to the aleThat makes me, reasonless, to reason thus ?
house : if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not She's fair, and so is Julia that I love;
worth the name of a Christian, That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd,
Speed. Why? Which, like a waxen image 'gainst å fire,
Launce. Because thou hast not so much charity in Bears no impression of the thing it was.
thee, as to go to the ale with a Christian. Wilt thou go? Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold,
Speed. At thy service.
[Exeunt. And that I love him not, as I was wont : O! but I love his lady too too much;
SCENE VI.-The Same. An Apartment in the
Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; ’T is but her picture I have yet beheld,
To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn; And that hath dazzled so* my reason's light;
To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; But when I look on her perfections,
And even that power, which gave me first my oath, There is no reason but I shall be blind.
Provokes me to this threefold perjury : If I can check my erring love, I will;
Love bad me swear, and love bids me forswear.
Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it.
At first I did adore a twinkling star,
But now I worship a celestial sun.
Launce. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth, for I am And he wants wit, that wants resolved will'
With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the alehouse I cannot leave to love, and yet I do; with you presently; where for one shot of five pence But there I leave to love, where I should love. thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose : how did thy master part with madam Julia ?
If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; Launce. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they If I lose them, thus find I, by their loss, parted very fairly in jest.
For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia. Speed. But shall she marry him ?
I to myself am dearer than a friend, Launce. No.
For love is still most precious to itself ; Speed. How then ? Shall he marry her ?
And Silvia, (witness heaven that made her fair!) Launce. No, neither.
Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.
I will forget that Julia is alive,
Launce. Marry, thus : when it stands well with him Aiming at Silvia, as a sweeter friend. it stands well with her.
I cannot now prove constant to myself Speed. What an ass art thou? I understand thee not. Without some treachery used to Valentine.
Launce. What a block art thou, that thou canst not. This night, he meaneth with a corded ladder My staff understands me.
To climb celestial Silvia's chamber window; Speed. What thou say'st ?
Myself in counsel, his competitor. Launce. Ay, and what I do too: look thee ; I'll but Now, presently I'll give her father notice lean, and my staff understands me.
Of their disguising, and pretended' flight; Speed. It stands under thee, indeed.
Who, all enrag'd, will. banish Valentine, Launce. Why, stand-under and under-stand is all one. For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter: Speed. But tell me true, will’t be a match ? But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross
Launce. Ask my dog: if he say, ay, it will; if he By some sly trick blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. say, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say nothing, Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, it will.
As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! [Exit.