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To take a note, of what I stand in need of,
To furnish me upon my longing journey.
All that is mine I leave at thy dilpose,
My goods, my lands, my reputation ;
Only, in lieu thereof, dispatch me hence:
Come, answer not; but do it presently:
I am impatient of my tarriance.




The Duke's Palace in Milan.

Enter Duke, Thurio, and Protheus,

IR Thurio, give us leave, I pray, a while;

Exit Thur. Now tell me, Protheus, what's your will with me?

Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would discover, The law of friendship bids me to conceal; But when I call to mind your gracious favours Done to me, undeserving as I am, My duty pricks me on to utter that, Which, else, no worldly good should draw from me. Know, worthy Prince, Sir Valentine my friend This night intends to steal away your daughter : Myself am one made privy to the plot. I know, you have determin'd to bestow her On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates: And should she thus be stoll'n away from you, It would be much vexation to your age. Thus, for my duty's fake, I rather chose To cross my friend in his intended drift; Than, by concealing it, heap on your head A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, If unprevented, to your timeless grave.


my court:

Duke. Protheus, I thank thee for thine honest care; Which to requite, command me while I live. This love of theirs myself have often seen. Haply, when they have judg'd me fast aileep; And oftentimes have purpos’d to forbid Sir Valentine her


But, fearing left my jealous aim might err,
And so unworthily disgrace the man,
(A rashness that I ever yet have shunn'd;)
I gave him gentle looks; thereby to find
That which thyself haft now disclos’d to me.
And that thou may'lt perceive my fear of this,
Knowing that tender youth is soon suggefted,
I nightly lodge her in an upper tower,
The key whereof myself have ever kept;
And thence she cannot be convey'd away:

Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a mean
How he her chamber-window will ascend,
And with a corded ladder fetch her down;
For which the youthful lover now is gone,
And this way connes he with it presently:
Where, if it please you, you may intercept him.
But, good my lord, do it so cunningly,
That my discov'ry be not aimed at;
For love of you, not hate unto my friend,
Hath made me publisher of this pretence.

Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know That I had any light from thee of this. Pro. Adieu, my lord: Sir Valentine is coming.

[Exit. Pro.


Enter Valentine.


Val. Please it your Grace, there is a mefsenger


That stays to bear.my letters to my friends,
And I am going to deliver them.

Duke. Be they of much import?

Val. The tenour of them doth but fignify My health, and happy being at your court.

Duke. Nay then, no matter; stay with me a while; I am to break with thee of some affairs, That touch me near; wherein thou must be secret. 'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought To match my friend Sir Thurio to my daughter. Val. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the

match Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleman Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter. Cannot your Grace win her to fancy him ? Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, fullen, fro

ward, Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty; Neither regarding that she is my child, Nor fearing me as if I were her father: And may I say to thee, this pride of hers, Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her; And, where I thought the remnant of mine age Should have been cherilh d by her child-like-duty, I now am full resolv'd to take a wife, And turn her out to who will take her in : Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower: For me, and my possessions, she ésteems not. Val. What would


Grace have me do in this? Duke. There is a lady, *Sir, in Milan here, Whom I affect; but she is nice and coy,

Sir, in Milan here,] It ought to be thus, instead of in Verona herc,---for the Scene apparently is in Milan, as is clear from several Passages in the first Ad, and in the beginning of the first Scene of the fourth Ad. A like Mistake has crepi into the eighth Scene of A& II. where Speed bids his fellow Servant Launce, welcome to Padua.


Mr. Pope.

And nought esteems my aged eloquence:
Now therefore would I have thee to my tutor;
(For long agone I have forgot to court;
Besides, the fashion of the time is chang’d,)
How, and which way, I may bestow myself,
To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.

Val. Win her with gifts, if the respects not words;
Dumb jewels often in their silent kind,
More than quick words, do move a woman's mind.

Duke. But she did scorn a present, that I sent her.
Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best contents

Send her another; never give her o'er ;
For scorn at first makes after-love the more.
If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
But rather to beget more love in you:
If she do chide, 'tis not to have

you gone;
For why, the fools are mad if left alone.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
For, get you gone, she doth not mean away.
Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ;
Tho' ne'er so black, fay, they have angels' faces.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman,

Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her friends
Unto a youthful gentleman of worth,
And kept severely from resort of men,
That no man hath access by day to her.

Val. Why then I would resort io her by night.

Du. Ay, but the doors be lockt, and keys kept fafe, That no man hath recourse to her by night.

Val. What lets, but one may enter at her Window?

Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground, And built so shelving, that one cannot climb it Without apparent hazard of his life.

Val. Why then a ladder quaintly made of cords, To cast up, with a pair of anchoring hooks, Would serve to scale another Hero's tower;


So bold Leander would adventure it.

Duke Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood,
Advise me where I may have such a ladder.
Val. When would

use it?

pray, Sir, tell me that. Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, That longs for ev'ry thing that he can come by.

Val. By seven a clock i'll get you such a ladder.

Duke. But hark thee: I will go to her alone; How shall I best convey the ladder thither?

Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it Under a cloak that is of any length.

Luke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn?
Val. Ay, my good lord.

Duke, Then let me see thy cloak;
I'll get me one of such another length.

Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord.

Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak ? I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak

upon What letter is this same? what's here, To Silvia? And here an engine fit for my proceeding ? I'll be so bold to break the feal for once. Dukereads. My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly,

And slaves they are to me, that send them flying : Oh, could their master come and go as lightly,

Himself would lodge, where senseless they are lying: My herald thoughts in thy pure boom rest them,

While I, their King, that thither them importune, Do curse the grace, that with such grace hath bleft them,

Because myself do want my servants' fortune ; I curse myself, for they are sent by me, That they should harbour, where their lord would be. What's here? Silvia, this night will I enfranchise thee: 'Tis so, and here's the ladder for the purpose. *Why, Phaëton, for thou art Merops' son, * Why, Phaeton, for thou art Merops' son,

Wilt thou affire to guide the heavenly car.] Merops' fon, i. e. a Baftard, base-born.


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