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Advise me where I may hare such a ladder.
Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me that.
Duke. This very night ; for love is like a child,
Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder,
Duke. But, hark thee ; I will go to her alone ;
Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it
Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn ?
Duke. Then let me see thy cloak;
Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord.
And slaves they are to me, that send them flying :
While I, their king, that thither them importune,
Because myself do want my servants' fortune :
That they should harbour where their lord should be.
13] Thou art Phaeton in thy rashness, but without his pretensions : thou art not The son of a divinity, but a terra filius, a low-born wretch ; Merops is thy true far ther, with whom Phaeton was falsely reproached
Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee.
Enter PROTEUS and LAUNCE.
Laun. Him we go to find : there's not a hair on's bead, but 'tis a Valentine.
Pro. Valentine ?
Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing : I pray you,
Val. My ears are stopp’d, and cannot hear good news, So much of bad already hath possess'd them.
Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine,
Val. Is Silvia dead ?
Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia !
Pro. No, Valentine.
Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me!
you are vanish'd Pro. That thou art banish'd, 0, that's the news ; From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend.
Val. O, I have fed upon this woe already, And now excess of it will make me surfeit. Doth Silvia know that I am banish'd ?
Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom, (Which, unrevers’d, stands in effectual force,) A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears : Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd ; With them, upon her knees, her humble self; Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became them, As if but now they waxed pale for woe : But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears, Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire; But Valentine, if he be ta’en, must die. Besides, her intercession chaf'd him so, When she for thy repeal was suppliant, That to close prison he commanded her, With many bitter threats of 'biding there.
Val. No more ; unless the next word that thou speak’st Have some malignant power upon my life : If so, I pray thee, breathe .it in mine ear, As ending anthem of my endless dolour.
Pro. Čease to lament for that thou canst not help,
Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love ;
Hope is a lorer's staff; walk hence with that,
Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy,
Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out.—Come, Valentine.
[Exeunt Val, and Pro. Laun. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have the wit to think, my master is a kind of knave : but that's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not now, that knows me to be in love : yet I am in love ; but a team of horse shall not pluck that from me ; nor who 'tis I love, and yet 'tis a woman : but that woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a milk-maid : yet ’tis not a maid, for she hath had gossips : yet 'tis a maid, for she is her master's maid, and serves for wages. She hath more qualities than a water-spaniel,—which is much in a bare Christian. Here is the cat-log [Pulling out a paper) of her conditions. Imprimis, She can fetch and carry. Why, a horse can do no more ; nay, a horse cannot fetch, but only carry ; therefore, is she better than a jade. Item, She can milk ; look you, a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands.
Enter SPEED. Speed. How now, signior Launce ? what news with your mastership?
Laun. With my master's ship ? why, it is at sea.  Trilling as the remark may appear, before the meaning of this address of letters to the bosom of a mistress can be understood, it should be known that women anciently had a pocket in the fore part of their stays, in which they tot only carried love-letters and love-tokens, but even their money and materials for needle work. In many parts of England the rustic damsels still observe the same practice; and a very old lady informs me that she remembers, when it was the fashion to wear prominent stays, it was no less the custom for stratagem and gallantry to drop its literary favours within the front of them. STEEVENS.
(5] I see how Valentine suffers for telling bis love-secrets, therefore I will keep mine close.
Speed. Well, your old vice still ; mistake the word :
Laun. The blackest news that ever thou heard'st.
Laun. O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy grandmother: this proves, that thou canst not read.
Speed. Come, fool, come: try me in thy paper.
Laun. And thereof comes the proverb,—Blessing of your heart, you brew good ale.
Speed. Item, She can sew.
Laun. What need a man care for a stock with a wench) when she can knit him a stock ?
Speed. Item, She can wash and scour.
Laun. A special virtue ; for then she need not be wasb. ed and scoured.
Speed. Item, She can spin.
Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels, when she can spin for her living.
Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues.
Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues ; that, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore have no
Speed. Here follow her vices.
Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, in respect of her breath.
Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast: Read on.
 St. Nicholas presided over scholars, who were therefore called St. Nicholas's clerks. Hence, by a quibble between Nicholas and Old Nick, highwaymen, in the First Part of Henry the Fourth, are called Nicholas's Clerks.