Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues ; that, indeed, know'not their fathers, and therefore have no names.

Speed. Here follow her vices.
Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues.

Speed. Item, She is not to be kiss'd fasting, in respect of her breath.

Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast: read op.

Speed. Item, She hath a stoeet mouth. Laun. That makes amends for ber 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. Iten, 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 vírtue : I pray thee; out with't; and place it for her chief virtue.

Speed. Item, she is proud.

Laun. Out with that 100; 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 bath uo 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*.

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.

Licentious in language.

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*: well, I'll have her: and if it be a match, as nothing is impossible,

Speed. What then?

Luun. Why, then I will tell thee,- that thy ma.. ster 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 turp.

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

[Erit. 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.

# Graceful.

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 siga 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 igporant 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, aud 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 she'll 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 slauder never can endamage him;
Therefore the office is indifferent,
Being entreated to it by your

friend. Pro. You have prevail'd, 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, Il follows not that she will love sir Thurio. Thu, Therefore, as you unwind her love from

him, Lest it should ravel, and be good to none, You must provide to bottom it on me: 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 have access, Where you with Silvia may confer at large ; For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy, And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you; Where you may temper her, by your persuasion, To hate young Valentive, 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 rhimes
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 poets' sinews ; Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones, Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. After your dirc-lamenting elegies, Visit by night your lady's chamber-window With some sweet concert: to their instruments Tune a deploring dumpt; 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 prac.

tice :
Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver,
Let us into the city presently
To sortt 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, And afterward determine our proceedings. Duke. Even now about it; I will pardon you.

[Ererint.

. Bird-lime.

Mournful elegy.

Choose out.