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Pro. Here is my hard for my true constancy ; And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day, Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake, The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness ! My father stays my coming ; answer not; The tide is now : nay, not the tide of tears; That tide will stay me longer than I should : [Exit Jul Julia, farewell.—What! gone without a word ? Ay, so true love should do : it cannot speak; For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it.
Enter PanthiNO. Pant. Sir Proteus, 'you are stay'd for. Pro. Go;
I come, I come :-
A street. Enter LAUNCE, leading a dog. Laun. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weep. ing; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault : 1 have received my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with sir Proteus to the Imperial's court.
I think, Crab my dog be the sourest-natured dog that lives : my mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruelhearted cur shed one tear: he is a stone, a very pebblestone, and has no more pity in him than a dog : a Jew would have wept to have seen our parting ; why, my grandam having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it: This shoe is my father ;-no, this left shoe is my father ;-10, do, this left shoe is my mother;—nay, that cannot be so neither ;-yes, it is so, it is so; it hath the worser sole : This shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father; A vengeance on't! there 'tis : now, sir, this staff is my sister; for, look you, she is as white as a lily, and as small as a wand : this hat is Nan, our maid ; I
am the dog :--no, the dog is himself, and I am the dog,40, the dog is me, and I am myself; ay, so, 80. Now come I to my father; Father, your blessing ; now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping ; now should I kiss my father; well, he weeps on :
-now come I to
my mother, (o, that she could speak now!) like a wood woman ;-well, I kiss her;—why there 'tis ; here's my mother's breath up and down : now come I to my sister; mark the moan she makes : now the dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears.
Enter PANTHINO. Pant. Launce, away, away, aboard ; thy master is shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's the mat. ter? why weep'st thou, man ? Away, ass ; you will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer.
Laun. It is no matter if the ty'd were lost; for it is the unkindest ty'd that ever any man ty’d.
Pant. What's the unkindest tide ?
Pant. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood; and, in losing the food, lose thy voyage ; and, in losing thy voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing 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.
Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the master, and the service ? The tide !-Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears ; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.
Pant. Come, come away, man ; I was sent to call thee.
[Exeunt. SCENE IV. Milan. An apartment in the Duke's palace. Enter VALEN
TINE, SILVIA, THURIO, and SPEED.
Sil. Servant, you are sad.
Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, than live in
air. Val. You have said, sir. Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time. Val. I know it well, sir; you always end ere you begin. Șil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off. Val. 'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver. Șil. Who is that, servant ?
Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire : sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship’s looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly in your company.
Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.
Val. I know it well, sir: you have an exchequer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries,
that they live by your bare words. Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more; here comes my father.
friends Of much good news ?
Val. My lord, I will be thankful
(5) To quote is to observe. STEEVENS.-Valentine in his answer plays upon the word, which was pronounced as if written coat. MALONE.
To any happy messenger from thence.
Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your countryman ?
Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
Duke. Hath he not a son ?
Val. Ay, my good lord; a son, that well deserves The honour and regard of such a father.
Duke. You know him well ?
Val. I knew him, as myself; for from our infancy
Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but, if he make this good,
Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he.
Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth ;
Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them Upon some other pawn for fealty.
Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prisoners still.
Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind, How could he see his way to seek out you ?
 i. e. incite him to it
Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes.
Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself;
Enter PROTEUS. Sil. Have done, have done ; here comes the gentleman.
Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !—Mistress, I beseech you, Confirm his welcome with some special favour.
Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from.
Val. Mistress, it is : sweet lady, entertain him To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship.
Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant.
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.
Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed;
Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself.
have done, we look to hear from you. Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship.
[Exeunt Sil. Thu. and SPEED. Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you came ? Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much com
mended. Val. And how do yours ? Pro. I left them all in health. Val. How does your lady ? and how thrives your love ?
Pro. My tales of lore were wont to weary you;
Val. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now: