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Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth.?
Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath.
Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep.

Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in her talk.

Speed. Item, She is slow in words.

Laun. O villain, that set this down among her vices ! To be slow in words, is a woman's only virtue : I pray thee, out with't ; and place it for her chief virtue.)

Speed. Item, She is proud.

Laun. Out with that too ; it was Eve's legacy, and cannot be ta'en from her.

Speed. Item, She hath no teeth.
Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love crusts,
Speed. Item, She is curst.
Laun. Well ; the best is, she hath no teeth to bite.
Speed. Item, She will often praise her liquor.'

Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall : if she will not,
I will; for good things should be praised.

Speed. Item, She is too liberal.9

Laun. Of her tongue she cannot ; for that's writ down she is slow of: of her purse she shall not ; for that I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she may ; and that I cannot help. Well, proceed.

Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit,' and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults.

Laun. Stop there ; I'll have her : she was mine, and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article : Rehearse that once more.

Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit,

Laun. More hair than wit,-it may be ; I'll prove it: The cover of the salt hides the salt, and therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that covers the wit, is more than the wit; for the greater hides the less. What's next?

Speed. —And more faults than hairs, Laun. That's monstrous : 0, that that were out! Speed. - And more wealth than faults. Luun. Why, that word makes the faults gracious : [7] This I take to be the same with what is now vulgarly called a sweet tooth, a [8] That is, shew how well she likes it by drinking often. JOHNSON, 19] Liberal, is licentious and gross in language. An old English proverb. See Ray's Collection :

“ Bush natural, more hair thun wit." STEEV.

luxurious desire of dainties and sweet meats.



Well, I'll have her: And if it be a match, as nothing is impossible,

Speed. What then?

Laun Why, then I will tell thee,—that thy master stays for thee at the north gate.

Speed. For me?

Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou ? he hath staid for a better man than thee.

Speed. And must I go to him?

Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast staid so long, that going will scarce serve the turn.

Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner? 'pox of your love-letters !

[Exit. Laun. Now will he be swinged for reading my letter : An unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself into secrets! -I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction. [Exit.

SCENE II. The same.

A room in the Duke's palace. Enter Duke and

THURIO ; Proteus behind.
Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love you,
Now Valentine'is banish’d from her sight.

Thu. Since his exíle she hath despis’d me most,
Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me,
That I am desperate of obtaining her.

Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure
Trenched in ice ;' which with an hour's heat
Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form.
A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,
And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.-
How now, sir Proteus ? Is your countryman,
According to our proclamation, gone ?

Pro. Gone, my good lord.
Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously.
Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief.

Duke. So I believe ; but Thurio thinks not so.
Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee,
(For thou hast shewn some sign of good desert,)
Makes me the better to confer with thee.

Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace,
Let me not live to look upon your grace.

Duke. Thou know'st, how willingly I would effect
[2] Trenched, cw, carved in ice. Trancher, to cut, French.



The match between sir Thurio and my daughter.

Pro. I do, my lord.

Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant How she opposes her against my will.

Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here.

Duke. Ay, and perversely slie persévers so. What might we do, to make the girl forget The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio ?

Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent; Three things that women highly hold in hate.

Duke. Ay, but sheʼll think, that it is spoke in hate.

Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it :
Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken
By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend.
Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him.

Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do:
'Tis an ill office for a gentleman ;
Especially, against his very friend.

Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage him,
Your slander never can endamage him;
Therefore the office is indifferent,
Being entreated to it by your friend.

Pro. You have prevailid, my lord : if I can do it,
By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,
She shall not long continue love to him.
But say, this weed her love from Valentine,
It follows not that she will love sir Thurio.

Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from him,
Lest it should ravel, and be goud to none,
You must provide to bottom it on me :3
Which must be done, by praising me as much
As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine.

Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind ; Because we know, on Valentine's report, You are already love's firm votary, And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. Upon this warrant shall

you Where


with Silvia may confer at large ; For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy, And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you ;

[3] As you wind off her love from him, make me the bottom on which you wind it. The housewife's term for a ball of thread wound upon a central body, is a bottom of thread. JOHNSON.

have access,

Where you may temper her, by your persuasion,
To hate young Valentine, and love my friend.

Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect :-
But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough ;
You must lay lime,“ to tangle her desires,
By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes
Should be full fraught with serviceable vows.

Duke. Ay, much the force of heaven-bred poesy.

Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty
You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart:
Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears
Moist it again ; and frame some feeling line,
That may discover such integrity :-
For Orpheus' lute was strung with poet's sinews ;'
Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,
Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans
Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.
After your dire lamenting elegies,
Visit by night your lady's chamber-window,
With some sweet concert: to their instruments
Tune a deploring dump ;' the night's dead silence
Will well become such sweet complaining grievance.
This, or else nothing, will inherit her.

Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in love.

Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in practice :
Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver,
Let us into the city presently
To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in music :
I have a sonnet, that will serve the turn,
To give the onset to thy good advice.

Duke. About it, gentlemen.
Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper :

[4] That is, birdlime. JOHNSON.

This shews Shakespeare's knowledge of antiquity. He here assigns Orpheus bis true character of legislator. For under that of a poet only, or lover, the quality given to his lute is unintelligible. But, considered as a lawgiver, the thought is noble, and the imagery exquisitely beautiful. For by his lute is to be understood his system of laws; and by the poet's sinepus, the power of numbers, which Orpheus actually employed in those laws to make them received by a fierce and barbarous people. WARBURTON.

Proteus is describing to Thurio the powers of poetry, and gives no quality to the lute of Orpheus, but those usually and vulgarly ascribed to it. It would be strange indeed it, in order to prevail ópon the ignorant and stupid Thurio to write a sonnet to bis mistress, he should enlarge upon the legislative powers of Orpheus, which were nothing to the purpose. Warburton's observations frequently tend to prove Shakespeare more profound and learned than the occasion required, and to make the Poet of Nature the most unnatural that ever wrote. M. MASON.

[6] A dump was the ancient term for a mournful elegy. STEEVENS.'

And afterward determine our proceedings.

Duke. Even now about it ; I will pardon you.



SCENE 1-A Forest near Mantua. Enter certain Out



1 Outlaw.
Fellows, stand fast ; I see a passenger.
.2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down with 'em.

3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about

you ;
If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you.

Speed. Sir, we are undone ! these are the villains
That all the travellers do fear so much.

Val. My friends,
1 Out. That's not so, sir; we are your enemies.
2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him.

3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we; For he's a proper man.

Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose ;
A man I am, cross’d with adversity :
My riches are these poor habiliments,
Of which if you should here disfurnish me,
You take the sum and substance that I have.

2 Out. Whither travel you ?
Val. To Verona.
1 Out, Whence came you?
Val. From Milan.
3 Out. Have you long sojourn’d there?

Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might have staid,
If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.

1 Out. What, were you banish'd thence ?
Val. I was.
2 Oat. For what offence ?

Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse :
I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent;;
But yet I slew him manfully in fight,
Without false vantage, or base treachery.

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