Val.

My lord, I will be thankful To any happy messenger from thence. Duke. Kuow you Don Antonio, your country.

man? Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman To be of worth, and worthy estimation, And not without desert so well reputed.

Duke. Hath he not a son?

Val. Ay, my good lord; a son, that well deserves The honour and regard of such a father.

Duke. You know him well ?

Val. I knew him as myself; for from our infancy We have convers'd, and spent our hours together: And though myself have been an idle truant, Omitting the sweet benefit of time, To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection; Yet hath Sir Proteus, for that's his name, Made use and fair advantage of his days: His years but young, but his experience old; His head unmellow'd, but his judgement ripe; And, in a word (for far behind bis worth Come all the praises that I now bestow), He is complete in feature, and in mind, With all good grace to grace a gentleman.

Duke. Beshrew* me, sir, but, if he make this good, He is as worthy for an empress' love, As meet to be an emperor's counsellor. Well, sir; this gentleman is come to me, With commendation from great potentates; And here he means to spend his time a-while : I think, 'tis uo unwelcome news to you.

Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he.

Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth; Silvia, I speak to you; and you, Sir Thurio :For Valentine, I need not citet him to it: I'll send him hither to you presently.

[Exit Duke. Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship,

Had come along with me, but that his mistress
Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks.

Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them
Upon some other pawn for fealty.
Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prisoners

still. Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being

bliud, How could he see his way to seek out you?

Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all.

Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself; Upon a homely object love can wink.

Enter Proteus, Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the gen.

tleman. Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !--Mistress, I be

seech you,

Confirm his welcome with some special favour.

Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from.

Val. Mistress, it is: sweet lady, entertain him To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship.

Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant.

Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant To have a look of such a worthy mistress.

Val. Leave off discourse of disability: Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant

Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else.

Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed; Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress,

Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself.
Sil. That you are welcome?
Pro.

No; that you are worthless.

Enter Servant. Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak

with you.

Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure. [Erit Servant.

Come, Sir Thurio, Go with me: Once more, new servant, welcome : I'll leave you to confer of home-affairs; When you have done, we look to hear from you. Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship.

[Exeunt Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you

came? Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much

commended. Val. And how do yours? Pro.

I left them all in health. Vul. How does your lady? and how thrives your

love? Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you ; I know, you joy not in a love-discourse.

Val. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now: I have done penance for contemuing love; Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore siglis; For, in revenge of my contempt of love, Love hath chasd sleep from my enthralled eyes, And made them watchers of mine owo heart's sor.

row.

0, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord;
And hath so humbled me, as, I confess,
There is no woe to his correction,
Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth!
Now, no discourse, except it be of love;
Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep,
Upon the very naked name of love.

Pro. Enough ; I read your fortune in your eye: Was this the idol that you worship so?

Val. Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint?
Pro. No; but she is an earthly paragon.
Val, Call her divine.
Pro.

I will not fatter ber,
Val. O, Aatter me; for love delights in praises.
Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills;

And I must minister the like to you.

Vul. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine,
Yet let her be a principality,
Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth.

Pro. Except my mistress.
Val,

Sweet, except not any;
Except thou wilt except against my love.
Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own?

Val. And I will help thee to preser her loo: She shall be dignified with this high honour, To bear my lady's train : lest the base earth Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, And, of so great a favour growing pruud, Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower, And make rough winter everlasting.

Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this?

Val. Pardon me, Proteus : all I can, is nothing To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing ; She is alone.

Pro. Then let her alone.

Val. Notof the world: why, man, she is mineowa;
And I as rich in having such a jewel,
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,
Because thou seest me dote apon my love.
My foolish rival, that her father likes,
Only for his possessions are so huge,
Is gone with her along; and I must after,
For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.

Pro. But she loves you?
Val.

Ay, and we are betroth'd;
Nay, more, our marriage bour,
With all the cunning manner of our fight,
Determin'd of: how I must climb her window;
The ladder made of cords; and all the means
Plotted ; and 'greed on, for my happiness.
Good Proteus, go with me to my chabiber,
In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel.

Pro. Go on before; I shall enquire you forth: I must unto the road, to disembark

Some necessaries that I needs niust use.
And then I'll presently attend you.

Val. Will you make baste ?
Pro. I will.

[Exit Val.
Even as one beat another heat expels,
Or as one nail by strength drives out another,
So the remembrance of my former love
Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
Is it mine eye, or Valentinus' praise,
Her true perfection, or my false transgression,
That makes me, reasonless, to reason thas?
Shc's fair ; and so is Julia, that I love ;
That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd;
Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,
Bears no impression of the thing it was.
Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold;
And that I love him not, as I was wont:
O! but I love his lady too, too much;
And that's the reason I love him so little.
How shall I dote on her with more advice
That thus without advice begin to love her!
'['is but her picture I have yet beheld,
And that hath dazzled my reasou's light;
But when I look on her perfections,
There is no reason but I shall be blind.
If I can check my erring love, I will;
If not, to compass her l'll use my skill. (Exit.

SCENE V.

The same. A street.

Enter Speed and Launce. Speed. Launce! by mine bonesty, welcome to Milan.

Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for I

. On further knowledge.