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The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Laun. Mariy, thus; wpen it stands well with Forgive me, that I do not dream on thre,
him, it stands well with her. Because thou seest me dote upon my love.
Speed. What an ass art thou? I understand thee My foolish rival, that her father likes, On y for his possessions are so huge,
Laun. What a block art tbou, tbat thou can'st Is gone with her along; and I must after, not ? My staff understands me. For love, thou know'st is full of jealousy.
Speed. What thou say'st? Pro. But she loves you ?
Laun. Ay, and what I do, too : look thee, l'il Val.
Ay, we are betroth’d: but lean, and my statf understands me. Nay, more, our marriage bour,
Speed. It stands under thee, indeed. With all the cunning manner of our flight,
Laun. Wby, stand under and understand is all Determind of: how I must climb her window; The ladder made of cords; and all the means Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match ? Plotted ; and 'greed on for my happiness.
Laun. Ask my dog : if he say, ay, it will; if he Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber, say, no, it will; if he shake bis tail, and say In these affairs 10 aid me with thy counsel. nothing, it will.
Pro. Go on before ; I shall enquire you forth : Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will. I must unto the road, to disembark
Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from Some D-cessaries that I needs must use;
me, but by a parable. Anttien I'll presently attend you.
Speed. 'Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, Pal. Will you make haste ?
how say'st thou, that my master is become a notable Pro. I will.
[Exit Val. lover ? iven as une beat another heat expels,
Laun. I never knew him otherwise. Dr as one nail by strength drives out another, Speed. Than how? 60 tbe remembrance of my former love
Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
to be. Is it mine eye, or Valentinus' praise,
Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest ller true perfection, or my false transgression, That makes me reasonless, to reason thus ? Laun. Why foul, I meant not thee, I meant thy She's fair; and so is Julia, tbat I love ;That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd;
Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover. Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,
Laun. Wby, I tell thee, I care not though he Bears no impression of the thing it was.
burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold;
the ale-house, so; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a And that I love him not, as I was wont:
Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian. 0! but I love his lady too, too much ;
Speed. Why? And that's the reason I love him so little.
Laun. Because thou hast not so much charity in dow shall I dote on her with more advice, thee, as to go to the ale with a Christian : Wilt hat thus without advice begin to love her?
thou go? Tis but her picture I have yet bebeld,
Speed. At thy service.
(Exeun.. And that hath dazzled my reason's light; Bat when I look on her perfections,
SCENE VI.— The same. An Apartment in the Palace. There is no reason but I shall be blind. If I can check my erring love, I will:
To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn;
To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn;
And even that power, which gave me first my oath, Enter SPEED and LAUNCE.
Provokes me to this threefold perjury.
Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear Speed. Launce! by mine bonesty, welcome to O sweet-suggesting love, if thou hast sinn d, Milan.
Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it. Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for I| At first I did adore a twinkling star, am not welcome. I reckon this always — that a But now I worship a celestial sun. man is never undone, till he be hanged; nor never Unbeedful vows may heedfully be broken; Welcome to a place, till some certain shot be paid, And he wants wit, that wants resolved will and the hostess say, welcome.
To learn bis wit to exchange the bad for better. Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the ale- Fye, fye, unreverend tongue! to call her bad, house with you presently; where, for one shot of Wbosé sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd five-pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. But, sirrah, bow did thy master part with madam I cannot leave to love, and yet I do; Julia?
But there I leave to love, where I should love. Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose : paried very fairly in jest.
If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; Speed. But shall she marry him?
If I lose them, thus find I by their loss, Laun. No.
For Valentine, myself: for Julia, Silvia. Speed. How then? shall he marry her ?
I to myself am dearer than a friend : Laun. No, Deither.
For love is still more precious in itself: Speed. What, are they broken?
And Silvia, witness beaven, that made her fair! Lann. No, ibry are both as whole as a fish. Shows Julia but a swarthy Etbiope.
Speed. Why then, how stands the matter wiib I will forget that Julia is alive, tiem?
Rememb'ring that my love to her is dead,
And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,
Jul. That fits as well, as—"tell soe, good my Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend.
lord, I cannot now prove constant to myself,
“ What compass will you wear your farthingale?” Without some treachery used to Valentine : Why, even that fashion thou best lik'st, Lucetta. This night, he meaneth with a corded ladder, lic. I'ou must needs bave them with a cod. To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window;
piece, madam. Myself in coun-el, his competitor :
Jul. Out, vut, Lucetta! that will be ill-favour'd, Now presently I'll give her father notice
Luc. A round hose, madam, now's not worth Of their disguising and pretended fight;
a pin, Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine;
Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on. For Thurio he intends shall wed his daughter, Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have But, Valentine being gone, l'll quickly cross, What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly : By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me, Love, lend me wilgs to make my purpose swift, For undertaking so unstaid a journey? As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! [Exit. I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd.
Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go 3CENE VII.- Verona, A Room in Julia's House. Enter Julia and LUCETTA.
Jul. Nay, that I will not.
Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go. Jul. Counsel, Lucetta ! gentle girl, assist me! If Proteus like your journey, when you come, And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee,- No matter who's displeas'd, when you are gone Who art the table wherein all my thoughts I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal. Are visibly character'd and engrav'd,
Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear : To lesson me ; and tell me some good mean, A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears, How, with my bonour, I may undertake
And instances as infinite of love, A journey to my loving Proteus.
Warrant me welcome to my Proteus. Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men. Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary
Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect! To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps; But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth : Much less sball sbe, that hath love's wings, to fly ; His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; And when the flight is made to one so dear, His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate ; Of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus. His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart;
Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. His beart as far from fraud, as heaven from eartlı. Jul. O, know'st thou not, his looks are my soul's Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you como food!
to him! Pity the dearth that I have pined in,
Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that By longing for that food so long a time.
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's bot fire; To take a note of what I stand in need of,
To furnish me upon my longing journey. Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. All that is mine I leave at thy dispose, Jul. The more thou dam'st it up, the more it My goods, my lands, my reputation;
Only, in lieu thereof, despatcb me bence : The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Come, answer not, but to it presently ; Thou know'st, being stopp’d, impatiently doth rage; I am impatient of my tarriance. (Exeunt. But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage; And so by many winding nooks he strays,
Enter Duke, Thurio, and Proteus.
Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile; A blessed soul doth in Elysium.
We bave some secrets to confer about.Luc. But in what babit will you go along?
[Erit Tourjo. Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will will me! The loose encounters of lascivious men:
Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would disGentle Liicetta, fit me with such weeds
cover, As may beseem some well-reputed page.
The law of friendship bids me to conceal : Luc. Why then your ladyship must cut your But, when I call to mind your gracious favours bair.
Done to me, undeserving as I om, Jul. No, girl ; I'll knit it up in silken strings, My duty pricks me on to utter that With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots : Which else no worldly good should draw from me To be fantastic, may become a youth
Know, worthy prince, sir Valentine, my friend, Of greater time chan I shall show to be.
This night intends to steal away your daughter, Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your Myself am one made privy to the plot. breecbes?
II know, you have determin'd to bestow
On Thurio, whom your-gentle daughter hates; Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, hero,
Wbom I affect : but she is nice, and coy,
And nought esteens my aged eloquence : Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose
Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutoz, To cross my friend in his intended drift,
(For long ayone I have forgot to court : ihan, by concealing it, heap on your head Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd ;) A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, How, and wbich way, I may bestow myself, Being unprevented, to your timeless grave. To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.
Duke. Proteus, I thank i bee for thine bonest care; Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words ; Which to requite, command me while I live. Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, This love of theirs myself have often seen, More than quick words, do move a woman's mind. Ilaply, when they have judged me fast asleep; Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent her. And oftentimes bave purpos'd to forbid
l'al. A woman sometimes scorns what best con. Sir Valentine her company, and my court :
tents her : But, fearing lest my jealous aim might err, Send her another; never give her o'er; And so, unworthily, disgrace the man,
For scorn at first makes after-love the more.
But rather to beget more love in you:
For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away:
Flatier, and praise, commend, extol their graces; And thence she cannot be convey'd away.
Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces. Pre. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a mean That man that hatb a tongue, I say, is no man, Hw be ber chamber-window will ascend, If with bis tongue be cannot win a woman. And with a corded ladder fetch her down;
Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her friends For which the youthful lover now is gone, Unto a youthful gentleman of worth ; And this way comes be with it presently ; And kept severely from resort of men, Wbere, if it please you, you may intercept him. That no man bath access by day to her. But, good my lord, do it so ounningly,
Val. Why then I would resort to her by night. That my discovery be not aimed at;
Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock’d, and keys kept For love of you, not hate unto my friend,
safe, Hath made me publisher of this pretence.
That no man bath recourse to her by night. Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know Val. What lets, but one may enter at her window? That I had any light from thee of this.
Duke. Her chamber is alott, far from the gruund. Pro. Adieu, my lord; sir Valentine is coming. And built so shelving, that one cannot climb ii
[Ësit. Without apparent hazard of his life. Enter VALENTINE.
Val. Why then, a ladder, quaiutly made of cords,
To cast up with a pair of anchoring books, Drike. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast ? Would serve to scale another Hero's tower, Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger
So bold Leander would adventure it. That stays to bear my letters to my friends, Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, And I am going to deliver them.
Advise me wbere I may have such a ladder. Duke. Be they of much import?
Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me Val. The tenor of them doth but signify
that. My health, and bappy being at your court.
Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with me a while; That longs for every thing that be can come by; to break with thee of some affairs,
Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. touch me pear, wherein thou must be secret. Duke. But, hark thee ; I will go to her alone; not unknown to thee, that I have sought How shall I best convey the ladder thither? match my friend, sir Tburio, to my daughter. Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it Val. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the match Under a cloak, that is of any length. Were rich and bonourable ; besides, the gentleman Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the Is full of sirtue, bounty, worth, and qualities Val. Ay, my good lord.
(turn. Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter : Duke. Then let me see thy cloak: Cannot your grace win her to fancy bim?
I'll get me one of such another length. [lord, Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my froward,
Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak?-l'roud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty; I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.Neither regarding that she is my child,
What letter is this same? What's here?- To Silvia Nor fearing me as if I were her father :
And here an engine fit for my proceeding ! And, may I say to tbee, this pride of bers,
I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. [Pleads. Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her ; My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly; And, wbere I thought the remnant of mine age And slaves they are to me, that send them flying. Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty, o, could their master come and go as lightly, I now am full resolved to take a wife,
Himself would lodge, where senseless they are lying. And turn her out to who will take her in :
My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them; Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower;
While I, their king, that thither them importune, For me and my possessions she esteems not. Do curse the grace that with such grace hath blessid Val. What would your grase bave me to do in
| Because myself do want my servants' fortune .
I curse myself, for they are sent by me,
Val. No Valentine, if Silvia bave forsworu me! .. That they should harbour where their lord should be. What is your news! What's bere?
Laun. Sir, there's a proclaination, that you are Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee :
vanish'd. 'Tis so ; and bere's the ladder for the purpose.
Prn. That thou art banished, 0, that's the news, Why, Phaëton, (for thou art Merops' son,) From bence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend. Wilt thou aspire to guide the heuvenly car,
Val. O, I have fed upon this woe already,
Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to tie doom,
Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd ; Thank me for this, more than for all the favours, With them, upon her knees, her humble self; W bich, all too much, I bave bestow'd on thee. Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became But if thou linger in my territories,
them. Longer than swiftest expedition
As if but now they waxed pale for woe Will give thee time to leave our royal court, But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, By beaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears, I ever bore my daughter, or thyself.
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire; Be gone, I will not bear thy vain excuse,
But Valentine, if he be ta’en, must die. But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from hence. Besides, her intercession chaf'd him so,
[Eait Duke. When she for thy repeal was suppliant, Val. And why not death, rather than living tor- That to close prison he commanded her, ment?
With many bitter threa's of 'biding there. To die, is to be banish'd from myself;
Val. No more ; unless the next word that thou And Silvia is myself: hanish'd from her,
speak'st, Is self from self : a deadly banishment!
Have some malignant power upon my life : What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear, What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by ?
As ending anthem of my endless dolour. Unless it be to think that she is by,
Pro. Cease to lament for that thou can'st not help, Aud feed upon the shadow of perfection.
And study belp for that which thou lament'st. Except I be by Silvia in the night,
Time is the nurse and breeder of all good. Ib-re is no musick in the nightingale ;
Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love; Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life. There is no day for me to look upon :
Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, She is my essence, and I leave to be,
And manage it against despairing thoughts. If I be not by her fair iofluence
Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence: Fosier’d, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive. Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd I Ay not death, to fly his deadly doom :
Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love. Tarry 1 here, I but attend on death;
The time now serves not to expostulate : But, fy 1 hence, I fly away from life.
Come, I'll convey thee through the city gate;
And, ere 1 part with thee, confer at large
Of all that may concern thy love-affairs :
Regard thy danger, and along with me. Pro. Wbat seest thou ?
Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy, Luun. Him we go to find : there's not a hair on's Bid him make baste, and meet me at the north-gate. head, but 'tis a Valentine.
Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Pro. Valentine ?
Val. O my dear Silvia, hapless Valentine ! Val. No.
[Exeunt VALENTINE and PROTEUS. Pro. Who then ? bis spirit !
Laun. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I bare Val. Neither.
the wit to think, my master is a kind of knave; but Pro. What then ?
that's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not Val. Nothing.
now, that knows me to be in love: yet I am in love; Laun. Can nothing speak ? master, shall I strike? but a ream of horse shall not pluck that from me; Prs. Whom would'st thou strike ?
nor who'tis I love, and yet tis a woman : but that Laun. Nothing.
woman, I will not tell myself; and yet ʼtis a milkPro. Villain, forbear.
maid; yet 'tis not a maid, for she hath had gossips : Laun. Why.sir, I'll strike nothing : I pray you — yet 'tis a maid, for she is her master's maid, and Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear : Friend Valentine, a serves for wages. She hath more qualities than a word.
water-spaniel,—which is much in a bare.christian. Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good Here is the cat-log (Pulling out a paper) of her
conditions. Imprimis, She can fetch and carry. So much of bad already hath possess'd thein. Why, a horse can do no more; nay, a borse cannot
Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, fetch, but only carry; therefore is she better than a for they are barsh, untuneable, and bad.
jade. Item, She can milk ; look you, a sweet virtue Val Is Silvia dead :
in a maid with clean hands. Pro. No, Valentine. Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia !
Enter SPEED. Hath sbe forsworn me?
Speed. How now, signior Launce? what news Pro, No, Valentine.
with your mastership?
iaun. With my master's ship’ why it is at sea. and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article
Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake the word: Rehearse that once more. What news then in your paper ?
Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit,i aun. Tbe blackest news that ever thou heard'st. Laun. More hair than wit, - it may be; 1*' Speed. Why, man, how black ?
prove it: The cover of the salt bides the salt, an Laun, Why as black as ink.
therefore it is more than the salt; the bair tha Speed. Let me read them,
covers the wit, is more than the wit; for the greater Laun. Fye on thee, jolt-head; thou canst not hides the less. What's next? read.
Speed.-- And more faults than hairs,Speed. Thou liest, I can.
Luun. That's monstrous : 0, that that were out. Laun. I will try thee : Tell me this : Who begot Speed.–And more wealth than faults. thee!
Loun. Wby, that word makes the faults gracious: Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather. Well, I'll have her: And if it be a match, as nothing
Laun. O illiterate loiterer ! it was the son of thy is impossible,grandmother : this proves, that thou canst not read Speed. Wbat then?
Speed. Come, fool, come : try me in thy paper. Laun. Why, then will I tell thee, - that thy
Speed. For me?
Laun. For thee? ay: who art thou ? he bath Speed. Item, She brews good ale.
staid for a better man than thee. Laun. And thereof comes the proverb, -Bless- Speed. And must I go to bim? ing of your heart, you brew good ale.
Laun. Thou must run to bim, for thou hast staid Speed. Item, She can sew.
so long, that going will scarce serve the turn. Lann. That's as much as to say, can she so? Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner ? 'pox of Speed. Item, She can knit.
your love letters!
(Erit. Laun. What need a man care for a stock with a Laun. Now will he be swinged for reading my Fereb, when she can knit him a stock ?
letter: An unmannerly slave, that will thrust him. Speed. Item, She can wash and scour.
self into secrets !-I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's Laun. A special virtue ; for then she need not correction.
[Exit. be washed and scoured. Speed. Iterr., She can spin.
SCENE II.-The same. A Room in the Duke's Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels,
Pulace. #hen she can spin for her living.
Enter Duke and Thurio; PROTEUS behind. Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues.
Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues ; Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love bat, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore
you, have no names.
Now Valentine is banish'd from ber sight. Speed. Here follow her vices.
Thu. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most, Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues.
Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me, Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, in re- That I am desperate of obtaining her. speet of her breath.
Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a Trenched in ice ; which with an hour's heat breakfast: Read on.
Dissolves to water, and dotb lose his form. Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth.
A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath. And worthless Valentine shall be forgot. Speed Item, She doth talk in her sleep.
How now, sir Proteus ? Io your countryman, Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in According to our proclamation, gone ? ber talk.
Pro. Gone, my good lord. Speed. Item, She is slow in words.
Duke. My daughter takes bis going grievously. Ltun. O villain, that set this down among ber Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. vices! To be slow in words, is a woman's only vir. Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so. tue : I pray thee, out with't; and place it for her Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee, ebief virtue.
(For thou hast shown some sign of good desert,) Speed. Item, She is proud.
Makes me the better to confer with thee. Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve s legacy, Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace and cannot be ta’en from her.
Let me not live to look upon your grace. Speed. Item, She hath no teeth.
Duke. Thou know'st, how willingly I would effect Laun. I care pot for that neither, because I love The match between sir Tburio and my daughter.
Pro. I do, my lord. Speed. Item, She is curst.
Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant Laun. Well; the best is, she hatb no teeth to bite. How she opposes her against my will. Speed. She will often praise her liquor.
Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall; if she Duke. Ay, and perversely she persévers so. will not, I will; for good tbings should be praised. What migbt we do, to make the girl forget Speed. Itera, She is toe liberal.
The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio ? Laur. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's writ Pro. The best way is, to slander Valentino down she is slow of: of her purse she shall not; With falshood, cowardice, and poor descent; for that I'll keep sbut: pow of anotber thing she Three things that women highly hold in bate. may; and tbat I cannot help. Well, proceed. Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoke in Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, and
hate. eure faults than hairs, and more wealth than fuults. Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it :
Lánn. Stop there; I'll bave he:: she was mine, Therefore t must, with circumstance, be spoken