For, in revenge of my contempt of love, Love hath chac'd fleep from my enthralled eyes, And made them watchers of mine own heart's forrow. O gentle Protheus, love's a mighty lord; And hath fo humbled me, as, I confefs, 8 There is no woe to his correction, s Nor to his fervice, no fuch joy on earth. Pro. Enough: I read your fortune in your eye. Val. Even fhe; and is fhe not a heav'nly faint? Val. Call her divine. Pro. I will not flatter her. Val. O flatter me: for love delights in praife. Pro. When I was fick, you gave me bitter pills: And I must minifter the like to you. Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine, Yet let her be a principality, Sov'reign to all the creatures on the earth. Val. Sweet, except not any; Except thou wilt except against my love. 8 No woe to his correction.] No mifery that can be compared to the punishment inflicted by love. Herbert called for the prayers of the Liturgy a little before his death, faying, None to them, none to them. 9 A principality.] The firft or principal of women. So the old writers ufe ftate. She is a lady, a great state. LATYMER. This look is called in ftates warlie, in others otherwife. Sir T. MORE. Dildain Difdain to root the fummer fwelling flower; Pro. Why, Valentine, what bragadism is this? Val. Pardon me, Protheus; all I can, is nothing To her, whofe worth makes other worthies nothing; She is alone. * Pro. Then let her alone: Val. Not for the world; why, man, the is mine own; And I as rich in having fuch a jewel, Is gone with her along, and I must after; Val. Ay, and we are betroth'd; nay more, our mar- With all the cunning manner of our flight, Determin'd of; how I must climb her window, Fro. Go on before; I fhall enquire you forth. •Some neceffaries that I needs muft ufe; And then I'll prefently attend you. Val. Will you make hafte? Pro. I will. [Exit Val. Ev'n as one heat another heat expels, Or as one nail by ftrength drives out another; *She is alone.] the ftands by herself. There is none to be compared to her. VOL. I. P So So the remembrance of my former love It is mine THEN, or Valentino's Praife.] Here Protheus queftions with himself, whether it is his own praife, or Valentine's, that makes him fall in love with Valentine's miftrefs. But not to infift on the abfurdity of falling in love through his own praifes, he had not indeed praised her any farther than giving his opinion of her in three words, when his friend afked it of him. In all the old editions we find the line printed thus, Is it mine, or Valentino's praise? A word is wanting. The line was originally thus, It is mine EYE, or Valentino's praife? my skill. [Exit. J + Speed. L SCEN E VIII. Changes to a Street. Enter Speed and Launce. AUNCE, by mine honefty, welcome to * Milan. Laun. Forfwear not thyfelf, fweet youth; for I am not welcome: I reckon this always, that a man is never undone, till he be hang'd; nor never welcome to a place, 'till fome certain fhot be paid, and the hostess fay, welcome. Speed. Come on, you mad-cap; I'll to the alehouse with you prefently, where, for one shot of fivepencé thou fhalt have five thousand welcomes. But, Sirrah, how did thy mafter part with madam Julia? Laun. Marry, after they clofed in earnest, they parted very fairly in jeft. Speed. But fhall the marry him? Laun. No. Speed. How then? fhall he marry her? Laun. No, neither. Speed. What, are they broken? Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish. Speed. What an afs art thou? I understand thee not. Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst not? My staff understands me. " 5 РОРЕ. 5 This equivocation, miserable as it is, has been admitted by Speed. What thou say'st? Laun. Ay, and what I do too; look thçe, I'll but lean, and my staff understands me. Speed. It ftands under thee indeed. Laun. Why, ftand-under, and understand, is all cne. Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match? Laun. Afk my dog: if he fay, ay: it will; if he fay, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and fay nothing, it will. Speed. The conclufion is then, that it will. Laun. Thou shalt never get fuch a fecret from me, but by a parable. Speed. 'Tis well, that I get it fo. But Launce, how, fay'st thou, that my master is become a notable lover? Laun. I never knew him otherwise. Speed. Than how? Laun. A notable Lubber, as thou reporteft him to be. Speed. Why, thou whorfon afs, thou mistakest me. Laun. Why, fool, I mean not thee: I meant thy master. Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover. Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not tho' he burn himself in love: If thou wilt go with me to the alehoufe, fo; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian. Speed. Why? Laun. Because thou haft not fo much charity in thee, as to go to the alehouse with a Chriftian: wilt thou go? Speed. At thy fervice. And ftagger'd many; who receives them right Had need from head to feot well understand, [Exeunt. Not understood, this gift they barve befides To fhew us when our foes ftand not upright. SCENE |