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Except I be by Silvia in the night,
But Valentine, if he be ta’en, must die. There is no musick in the nightingale;
Besides, her intercession chat’d him so, Unless í look on Silvia in the day,
When she for thy repeal was suppliant, There is no diay for me to look upon;
That to close prison he commanded lier, She is my essence; ard I leave to be,
5 With many bitter threats ot'biding there. (speak’st, If I be not by her fair iniluence
Val. No more; unless the next word that thou Foster'd, illumin’d, cherish'd, kept alive. Have some malignant power upon my life: I tly not death, to fly his deally doom':
If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear, Tarry I here, I but attend on death;
As ending anthem of my endless dolour. But fiy I hence, I tly away from lite.
101 Pro.Ceaseto lament torthat thou can'st not help, Ent r Protheus and Launce.
And study help for that which thou lament'st. Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. Time is the nurse and breeder of all good. Laun. So-ho! so-ho!
Here if thou stay, thou can’st not see thy love; Pro. What seest thou?
Besides, thy staying will abridge thy lite. Laun. Him we go to tind: there's not an hair 15 Hope is a lover's stait'; walk hence with that, on's head, but 'tis a Valentine.
And manage it against despairing thoughts. Pro. Valentine?
Thy letters may be here, though thou art herce; Val. No.
which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd Pro. Who then? his spirit ?
Even in the milk-white bosom • of thy love. Val. Neither.
20 The time now serves not to expostulate : Pro. What then?
Come, I'll convey thee through the city-gate; Val. Nothing
And, ere I part with thee, confer at large Laun. Can nothing speak?Master,shall I strike: Of all that may concern thy love ajfairs: Pro. Whom would'st thou strike?
As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself, Laun. Nothing.
25 Regard thy danger, and along with me. Pro. Villain, torbear.
[you, Val.I pray thee, Launce,an if thou seest myboy, Laun. Whv, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray Bid him make haste,and meet meat the north-gate. Pro.Sirrah, İsay, forbear. Friend Valentineaword. Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Val. Myearsarestopp’d,and cannot heargoodnews, Val. O iny dear Silvia ! hapless Valentine ! So much of bad already hath possess d them. 301
[Exeunt Valentine and Protheus. Pro. Then in duinb silence will I bury inine, Laun. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad. the wit to think, my master is a kind of a knave: l'al. Is Silvia dead ?
but that's all one, if he be but one knave'. Ile Pro. No, Valentine.
lives not now, that knows me to be in love: yet I Vul. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia !— 35 am in love: but a team of horse shall not pluck Hath she forsworn ine?
that from me: nor who 'tis I love, and yet 'tis a Pro. No, Valentine.
woman: but what woman, I will not tell myself, Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me!- and yet 'tis a milk-maid: yet ’tis not a maid, for What is your news?
[vanisl’d. she hath had gossips : yei 'tis a maid, for she is Luun. Sir, there's a proclamation that you are 40 her master's maid, and serves for wages.She
Pro. That thou art banish'd, oh, that is the new , hath more qualities than a water-spaniel-which From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend. is much in a bare christian.' Here is the cat-log
Val. Oh, I liave fed upon this woe already, [puiling out a paper] of her conditions.- ImpriAnd now excess of it will'inake me surfeit. mis, she cun fetch and carry. Why, a horse Doth Silvia know that I am banished?
45 can do no more; nay, a horse cannot fetch, but Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom, only carry; therefore, is she better than a jade.(Which unrevers'd, stands in effectual force) Itein, She can milh, look you; ü sweet virtue in A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears; a maid with clean hands. Those at her father's churlish feet she tenderd;
Enter Speed. With them, upon her knees, her humble self; 50 Speed. How now, signior Launce? what news Wringing her hands, whoje whiteness so became with your mastership? As if but now they waxed pale tor woe: [them, Laun. With my master's ship? why, it is at sea. But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake the Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears, word : What news then in your paper ? Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire; 155) Laun. The blackest news that ever thou heard'st.
* The phrase of, to fly his door used here for by Nying, or in fiying, is a gallicism. The sense is, By avoiding the execution of his sentence I shall not escape death. Before the meaning of this address of letters to the bosom of a mistress can be understood, it should be known that women antiently had a pocket in the fore part of their stays, in which they not only carried love-letters and love-wkens, but even their money and materials for needle-work. In many parts of England the country girls still observe the same practice. 3 One knate may signify a knate on one occusion, a single knute. We sull use a double villain for a villain beyond the common rate of guilt. * Gossips, not only signisy those who are sponsors for a child in baptism, but the tättling women who attend lyings-in. bare has two senses; mere and naked. Lrunce uses it in both, and opposes the naked female to th 2 waterspaniel cocer'd rith hairs of remarkable thickness. D 2
Specd. Wliv, man, how black?
Sperd. Item, She will often praise her liquor. Laun. Why, as black as ink.
Lain. It her liquor be good, she shall: if she Speeil. Let me read them.
[rradi. will not, I will; for good things should be praised, Lam. Fie on thee, jolt-head; thou can'st not Speed. Ilem, she is too liberal'. Speed. Thou lyest, I can.
(thee? 5 Laun. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's writ Laun. I will try thee: Tell me this: Whobegot down, she is slow of: of her purse she shall not ; Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather. that I'll keep shut: now of another thing she
Laun. () illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy may; and that I cannot help. Well, proceed. grandmoiher': this proves, that thou can't not Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, and read.
10 moret ultsthanhuirs,rındmore wealththanfaults. Speed. Come, fool, come; try me in thy paper. Laun. Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine, Laun. There; and St. Nicholas ’ be thy speed! and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article: Speed. Imprimis, She can milk.
Rehearse that once more, Laun. Ay, that she can.
Speed. Item, She huth more hair than wit, Speed. Tiem, She brews good ale.
15 Laun. More hair than wit,-it may be; I'll Luun. And therefore coines the proverb,- prove it: The cover of the salt hides the salt, and Blessing of your heart, you brew good ale. therefore it is more than the salt: the hair, that Specit. Iten, She can ser.
kovers the wit, is more than the wit; for the Luun. That's as much as to say, Can she so? greater hides the less. What's next? Speed. Item,. She can knit.
20 Speed.- dnd more faults thun hairs, Laun. W'bat need a man care for a stock with, Laun. That's monstrous: Oh, that that were a wench, when she can knit him a stock??
lout! Speeil. Item, She cun wash und scour.
Specd.- And more wealth than faults. Laun. A special virtue; for then she need not Laun. Why, that word makes the faults grato be washi'd and scour'd.
25 cious“: Well, I'll have her: And if it be a match, Speed. Item, She can spin.
as nothing is impossible, Lun. Then may I set the world on wheels, Speed. What then? when she can spin for her living.
Laun. Why, then will I tell thee,--that thy Speed. Item, She hath many numeless viriues. master stays for thee at the north-gate.
Laun, That's as much as to say, bastard vir- 30 Speed. For me? tues; that, indeed, know not their fathers, and Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou? he hath therefore have no names.
staid fur a better man than thee. Speed. Flere follow her rices.
Speed. And must I go to him? Laun. Close at the heels of ber virtues,
Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast Speed. Item, She is not to be kiss'd fisting, 35 staid so long, that going will scarce serve thy turn. in respect of her breath.
Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner ? pox on Luun. Well, that fault may be mended with a
your love-letiers ! breakfast; Read on.
Laun. Now will he be swing'd for reading my Specd. Item, She hath a strect mouth'. letter; an unmannerly slave, that will thrust Luun. That makes amends for her sour breath. 40 himself into secrets !- I'll after, to rejoice in the Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep. boy's correction.
[Ereunt. Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not
SCENE II. in lier taik. Speed. Item, She is slow in words.
Enter Duke and Thurio, and Protheus behind. Laun. O villain! that set down among her 45 Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will vices? To be slow in words, is a woman's only virtue: I pray thee, out with't; and place it for Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight, her chief virtue.
Thu. Since his exile she hath despised me most, Speed. Item, she is proud.
Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me, Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, 50 That I am desperate of obtaining her. and cannot be taken from her.
Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure Spied. Item, She hath no teetha
Trenched in ice; which with an hour's heat Laun. I care not for that neither, because I Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. love crusts.
A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, Speed. Item, She is curst.
155 And worthless Valentine shall be forgot. Laun. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to Ilow now, sir Protheus? Is your countryman, bite.
According to our proclamation, gone? It is undoubtedly true that the mother only knows the legitimacy of the child. Launce probably infers, that if he could read, he must have read this well-known observation. 2 St. Nicholas presided over scholars, who were therefore call'd St. Nicholus's clerks. That is, a stocking. * Dr. Johnson is of opinion that sucet mouth implies the same with what is now vulgarly called a sweet tooth, a luxurious desire of dainties and sweetmeats; while Mr. Steevens believes, that by a sweet mouth is meant that she sings sweetly. Liberal, is licentious and gross in language. • Gracious, in old language, means graceful.". That is, cut, carv'd in ice.
Pro. Gone, my good lord.
Duke. And, Protheus, we dare trust you in this Duke. My daughter takes his going heavily. Because we know, on Valentine's report, [hind; Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. You are already love's tirm votary,
Duke. So I believe, but Thurio thinks not so.-- And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. Protheus, the good conceit I hold of thee, 5 l'pon this warrant shall you have access, (For thou hast shewn some sign of good desert) Where you with Silvia may confer at large, Makes me the better to conter with thee,
For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy, Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you; Let me not live to look upon your grace. (effect Where you may lemper her, by your persuasion,
Duke. Thou know'st, how willingly I would 10 To hate young Valentine, and love my friend. The match between sir Thurio and my daughter. Pro. As much as I can do, I will ciiect:Pro. I do, my lord.
But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough; Duke. And also, I do think, thou art not ignorant You must lay lime', to tangle ber desires, Flow she opposes her against my will.
By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhimes Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. 15 should be full fraught with serviceable vows.
Duke. Ay, and perversely she perseveres so. Duke. Ay, muchistheforceof heaven-bred poesy. What might we do to make the girl forget
Pro. Sav, that upon the altar of her beauty The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio? You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart:
Pro. The best way is, to slander Valentine Write, till your ink be dry; and with your tears With falshood, cowardice, and poor descent; 20 Moist it again; and frame some feeling line, Three things that women highly hold in hate. That may discover such integrity:
Duke. Ay, but she'll think that it is spokeinhate. For Orpheus' lute was strung wiih poets' sinews; Pro. Av, if his eneiny deliver it:
Whose golden touch could soiten steel and stones, Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend. 25 Forsake unsounded derps to dance on sands. Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him. After your dire-lamenting elegies,
Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do: Visit by night your lady's chamber-window 'Tis an ill office for a gentleman;
With some sweet concert: to their instruments Especially, against his very friend. [him, Tune a deploring dump*; the night's dead silence
Duke. Where your good word cannot adyantage 30 Willwell becomesuch sweetcomplaininggrievance. Your slander never can endamage him ; This, or el-e nothing, will inherit hers. slove. Therefore the office is indifferent,
Duke. This discipline shews thou hast been in Being intreated to it by your friend.
Thu. And thyadvicethis night I'll put in practice: Pro. You have prevail'd, niy lord: if I can do it, Therefore, sweet Protheus, my direction-giver, By aught that I can speak in his dispraise, 33 Let us into the city presently She shall not long continue love to him.
To sort" some gentlemen weil skill'd in musick: But say, this weed her love from Valentine, I have a sonnet, that will serve the turn, 'It follows not that she will love sir Thurio. [him, To give the onset to thy good advice. Thu. Therefore as you unwind her love from Duke. About it gentlemen.
[per, Lest it should ravel, and be good to none, 40 Pro. We'll wait upon your gracetill after supYou must provide to bottom it on me?:
And afterwards determine our proceedings. Which must be done, by praising me as much
Duke. Even now about it; I will pardon' you. As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine,
If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you,
Spred. 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. If there be ten, shrink not, but 55 2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him. down with 'em.
3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we; Enter Valentine and Speed.
For he's a proper man. 3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us what you have Val. Thenknow, that I have little wealth to lose;'
A man I am, cross'd with adversity: 'Very is immediate. · The meaning of this allusion is, As you wind off her love from him, make me the bottom on which you wind it. The women's term for a ball of thread wound upon a central body, is a bottom of thread. That is, birdlime. * A dump was the ancient term for a mournful elegy. • To inherit, is here used for to obtain possession of, without any idea of acquiring by inheritance. • That is, to chuse out, ? That is, I will excuse you froin waiting,
My go with
My riches are these poor habiliments.
(Provided, that you do no outrages Of which if you should here disfurnish me, On silly women, or poor passengers. You take the sum and substance that I have. 3 Out. No, we detest such vile: base practices, 2 Out. Whither travel you?
lis, we'll bring thee to our crews, Val. To Verona.
5 And shew thee all the treasure we have got ; 1 Out. Whence came you?
Which, with ourselves, ail rest at thy dispose. Val. From Mian).
[Excunt, 3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there?
SCENE II. Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might have staid,
JO Under Silvia's apartment in Milan, If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.
Enter Procheus. 1 Out. What, were you banish'd thence? Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, Val. I was.
And now I must be as mjust to Thurio. 2 Out. For what offence?
[hearse. Under the colour of commending him, val. For that which now torments me to re-151 have access my own love to prefer; I hill'd a man, whose death I much repent; But Silvia is too fair, too true, too boly, Put yet I slew him mantully in tight,
To be corrupted with my worthless gitts. Without false vantage, or base treachery. When I protest true loyalty to her,
1 Out. Wiy ne'er repent it, if it were done so: She twits me with my faishood to my friend; But were you banish'd for so small a fault? 20 \ben to her beauty I commend my vows,
Fal. I was, and held me glad of such a doom. She bids me trinh, how I have been forsworn i Out. Have you the tongues?
In breaking faith with Julia whom I lord. Val. Myyouthful travel therein made me happy: And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips, Or else loften had been miserable. [triar, The least whereof would quella lover's hope,
3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fal 25 Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, This fellow were a king for our wild faction.
The more it grows, and fawneth on her still. 1 Out. We'll have him: sirs, a word.
But here comes Thurio: now must we to her Speed. Master, be one of them;
window, It is a kind of honourable thievery.
And give some evening music to her ear. Pal. Peace, villain !
Enter Thurio and Miusicians. 2 Out. Tell us this; have you any thing to take Thu. How now, sir Protheus: are you crept Val. Nothing but my foriune.
[love 3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen, Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for, you know, that Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth
Will creep in service where it cannot go. Thrust from the company of awful' men: 35 Thu. Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here, Myself was from Verona banished,
Pro, Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence. For practising to steal away a lady,
Thu. Whom? Silvia ? An heir, and niece ally'd unto the duke.
Pro. Ay, Silvia,-for your sake. 2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, Whom, in my mood, I stabb’d unto the heart. 40 Let's tune, and to it lustily a while.
1 Out. And I, for suchlike petty crimes as these. Enter Hostal adistance; and Juliainboy'scloaths. But to the purpose, -(for we cite our faults,
Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives) allycholly ; I pray yoi!, why is it? Aud, parily, seeing you are beautify'd
Tul. Narry, mine host, because I cannot be With goodly shape; and by your own report
45 merry. A linguist; and a man of such perfection
Höst. Come, we'll bave you merry: I'll bring As we do in our quality ? much want,
you where you shall hear music, and see the 2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man, gentleman that you ask'd for. Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you: Jul. But shall I hear bim speaki? Are you content to be our general ?
501 Host. Ay, that sball. To niake a virtue of necessity,
Jul. That will be music. And live, as we do, in the wilderness?
Hosi. Hark! bark!
Host. Ay: but peace, let's hear'em.
Who is Silvia? what is she 1 Out.But if thou scorn our courtesy, thoudy’st,
That all our sains commend her ? 2 Out. Thou shalt nog liye to brag what we have Holy, fair, and wise is she ; offer'd.
60) The heavens such grace did lend ler, Fal. I take your offer, and will live with you;l That she might admred be.
! Reverend, worshipful, suci as magistrates. ? Quality is nature relatively considered. That is, hasty passionate reproaches and scoils.
Is she kind, as she is fair ?
(For me,- by this pale queen of night I swear, For beauty lives with kindness:
I am so far from granting thy request,
That I despise thee for thy wrongtul suit;
And by and by intend to chide myself,
Pro. Igrant, sweet love, that I did love a lady:
But she is dead.
Jul. [Aside.] 'Twere false, if I should speak it;
For, I am sure, she is not buried.
10 Sil. Suy, that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, To her lit us gurlunds bring.
Survives; to whom, thyself art witness, Host. How now? are you sadder than you were I am betroth’d; and art thou not asham'd before?
To wrong him with thy importunacy? How do you, man? the music likes you not. Pro. I likewise hear, that Vak-ntine is dead.
Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not. 15 Sil. And so, suppose, am I; for in his grave, Host. Why, my pretty youth?
Assure thyself, my love is buried. Jul. He plays talse, failer.
Pro. Sweet ladv, let me rake it from the earth. Host. How, out of tune on the strings ?
Sil.Go tothy lady's grave, and call her’s thence, Jul. Not so; but yet so false, that he grieves Or, at the last, in her s sepulchre thine. my very heart-strings.
20 Jul. [ Asuite.] Ile heard not that. Host. You have a quick ear.
Pro. Madam, if that your heart be so obdurate, Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me Vouchsafe ine yet your picture for iny love, have a slow heart.
The picture that is hanging in your chamber; Host. ! perceive, you delight not in music. To that I'll speak, to that P'II sigh and weep; Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so.
25 For, since the substance of your perfect self Host. Hark, what fine change is in the music! Is else devoted, I am but a shadow: Jul. Av; that change is the spite. [thing. And to your shadow will I make true love. Host. You would have them alwaysplay butone Jul. [.Aside.] It’twere a substance, you would, Jul. I would always have one play but one
sure, deceive it, thing.
30 And make it but a shadow, as I am. But, host, doth this sir Protheus, that we talk on, Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir; Often resort into this gentlewoman?
But, since your falshood shall become you well Hosi. I tell you what Launce, his man, toldme, To worship shadows, and adore fale shapes. he lov'd her out of all nick'.
Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it: Jul. Where is Launce?
35.ind so, good rest. Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-mor- Pro. As wretches have o'er-night, row, by his master's command, he must carry for That wait tor execution in the niorn. a present to his lady.
[E.reunt Protheus and Silvia. Jud. Peace! stand aside, the company parts. Jul. Host, will you go?
Pro. Si: Thurio, fear not you; I will so plead, 40 Hirost. By my hallidom, I was fast asleep. *That you shall say, iny cuning driit excels. Jul. Pray vou, where lies sir Protheus? Thu. Where meet we?
Host. Marry, at my house: Trust me, I think Pro. At Saint Gregory's well.
l'lis alınost dav. Thu. Farewell
. [Encunt Tourio and musick. Jul. Not so; but it hath beer the longest night Silvia appears abore, ut krzindore'. 45 That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest. Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship.
[Ercunt. Sil. I thank you for your musich, gentlemen:
SCENE III. Who is that, that spake?
[truth, Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's
Entreated me to call, and know her mind;
Silvili, above at hor window.
Egl. Your servant, and your friend;
Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself. That hast deceived so many with thy vows? 50 According to your ladyship's impose?, Return, return, and make thy love amends, I am thus early come io know what service
Beyond all reckoning or count. Reckonings are kept upon nicked or notched sticks or tallies. Impose is injunction, command,