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Sil. And when it 's writ, for my sake read it over : And if it please you, so : if not, why so.
Val. If it please me, madam! what then ?
Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour. And so good morrow, servant.
Exit SILVIA. Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a
steeple! My master sues to her; and she hatb taught her
suitor, He being her pupil, to become her tutor. O excellent device! was there ever heard a better, That my master, being scribe, to himself should write
the letter? Val. How now, sir ? what are you reasoning with yourself?
Speed. Nay, I was rhyming ; 't is you that have the reason.
Val. To do what?
Speed. What needs she, when she hath made you write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest ?
Val. No, believe me.
Speed. No believing you, indeed, sir : But did you perceive her earnest ?
Val. She gave me none, except an angry word.
Val. I would it were no worse.
Speed. I 'll warrant you 't is as well. For often have you writ to her; and she, in modesty, Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply; Or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind discover, Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her lover.All this I speak in print,a for in print I found it.Why muse you, sir? 't is dinner-time.
Val. I have dined.
Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir; though the cameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat. O, be not like your mistress; be moved, be moved.b
[Exeunt. SCENE II.-Verona. A Room in Julia's House.
Enter PROTEUS and JULIA.
Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner :
[Giving a ring. Pro. Why, then we 'll make exchange; here, take
Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.
Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy;
[Exit Julia. Julia, farewell.—What! gone without a word ?
• In print-with exactness.
Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;
Pro. Go; I come, I come :Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.—The same. A Street.
Enter LAUNCE, leading a Dog. Laun. Nay, 't will be this hour ere I have done weeping; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault: I 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 sourestnatured 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 cruel-hearted cur shed one tear: he is a stone, a very pebble-stone, 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 shoea is my father; no, no, 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 't is : 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,-0, the dog is me, and I am myself; ay, so, .
Now come I to my father ; “ Father, your blessing;” now should not the shoe speak a word for
a This left shoe. A passage in · King John' also shows that each foot was formerly fitted with its shoe.
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 a woman ;-well, I kiss her;why, there't is; 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
Enter PANTHINO. Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard ; thy master is shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What 's the matter? why weep'st thou, man? Away, ass ; you 'll lose the tide if you tarry any longer.
Laun. It is no matter if the tied were lost; for it is the unkindest tied that ever man tied.
Pan. What 's the unkindest tide ?
Pan. Tut, man, I mean thou ’lt lose the flood; and, in losing the flood, 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 shouldst lose thy tongue.
Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the master, and the service, and the tied ! 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.
Pan. Come, come away, man; I was sent to call thee.
Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.
· Wood-mad, wild.
SCENE IV.-Milan. A Room in the Duke's Palace.
Enter VALENTINE, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed.
Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of cameleon.
Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, than live in your air.
Val. You have said, sir.
Quote-to mark. b Quote was pronounced cote, from the old French coter. Hence the quibble, I coat it in your jerkin-your short-coat, or jacket.