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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.1
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: O, that that were out! Speed. And more wealth than faults. Laun. Why, that word makes the faults gracious :2 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
(1) Licentious in language.
letter: an unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself into secrets!-I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's [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 exile 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 shown 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 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 she persévers so. What might we do, to make the girl forget
The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio?
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;
Being entreated to it by your friend.
Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it,
Lest it should ravel, and be good to none,
Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind;
Because we know, on Valentine's report,
Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect:-
Duke. Ay, much the force of heaven-bred poesy
For Orpheus' lute was strung with poet's sinews;
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 prac
Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver,
To sort3 some gentlemen well skill'd in music :
Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper, And afterward determine our proceedings. Duke. Even now about it; I will pardon you.
(2) Mournful elegy.
SCENE I-A forest, near Mantua. Enter certain Out-laws.
1 Out. Fellows, stand fast: I see a passenger. 2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down with 'em.
Enter Valentine and Speed.
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 proper1 man.
Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose ; A man I am, cross'd with adversity :
My riches are these poor habilaments,
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 Out. For what offence?
Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse: