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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.
there an end.
mind discover, Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto
her lover.All this I speak in print; for in print I found it. Why muse you, sir? 'tis 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: 0, be not like your mistress; be moved, be moved.
Verona. A room in Julia's house
Enter Proteus and Julia.
Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.
Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner: Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake.
[Giving a ring. • There's the conclusion.
Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; here, take
Jul. Aod seal the bargain with a holy kiss.
Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy;
Pro. Go; I come, I come :-
Enter Launce, leading a dog. Laun. Nay, 'twill 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 sour. est-natured 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 inore 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 man. ner of it: This shoe is my father;-no, this left shoe is my father;- no, no, this left shoe is my mother; uay, that cannot be so neither ;-yes, it is so, it is 80; it hath the worser sole: this shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father: a vengeance on't! there 'tis : 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, aod I am the dog, O, the dog is me, and I am myself; ay, so, so. Now come I to my father; Father, your blessing ; now should not the shoe speak a word for 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* woman;-well, I kiss her ;-why there 'tis ; here's my mother's breath up and dowo: 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 my tears.
Enter Panthino. Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard ; thy master is shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's the matter? why weepest thou, man? Away, ass ; you will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer.
Laun. It is no matter if the ty'd were lost; for it is the unkindest ty'd that ever any man ty’d.
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 ?
• Crazy, distracted.
a dog: a de
parting; why , wept Berkel you the me
this left she is my mother 3, it is so, iti e, with the bal Er: a vengean
Siste , and as sua d; I am the on the dog
ay, so, $ our blessing
Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue.
Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the master, and the service? The tide !- 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. Copie, come away, man; I was sent to call thee.
Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.
te weeps OD: he could spei kiss her ;-) up
Milan. An apartment in the Duke's palace.
and dort Oan she male tear, DOT SICH
Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed.
with my tears
rd; thy na after with u, man! AF Ty any longe were lost, van tyd.
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Val. Your folly.
Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio? do you change colour?
Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of ca. meleon,
Thu. Tliat hath more mind to feed on your blood, than live in your air.
Val. You have said, sir.
Val. I know it well, sir; you always end ere you begin.
Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quick. ly shot off.
Val. 'Tis indeed, madam; we thauk the giver.
Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire: Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly in your company
Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.
Val. I know it well, sir: you have av exchequer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, that they live by your bare words.
Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more; here comes
Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset. Sir Valentine, your father's in good health: What say you to a letter from your friends of much good news?