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Myself am one made privy to the plot.
Duke. Protbeus, I thank thee for thine honest care ;
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 comes 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 aim'd at; For love of you, not hate unto my friend, Hath made me publisher of this pretence.
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claim made to your daughter.
Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know
Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so faft?
Val. Please it your Grace, there is a messenger
Duke. Be they of much import?
Val. The tenour of them doth but signify
Duke. Nay then, no matter ; stay with me awhile;
Val. I know it well, my lord ; and sure, the match
For me, and my poffeffions, she esteems not.
Val. Win her with gifts, it le respects not words;
Duke. But she did scorn a present, that I sent her. Val. A woman sometimes fcorns what belt contents
her; Send her another; never give her o'er ; For fcorn 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 repulfe, whatever the doth say ; For, get you gone, the doth not mean away : Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their gracesi. Tho' ne'er fo black, say, 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
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for the scene ap- welcome to Padua. PUPE. parently is in Milan, as is clear 9 The fashion of the time.) The from several pasages in the firft modes of courtihip, the a&ts by Act, and in the beginning of the which men recommended them first Scene of the fourth A&t. A felves to ladies. like mistake has creptintothe eighth
Unto a youthful gentleman of worth,
Val. Why then I would resort 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,
Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood,
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.
Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn ?
Duke. Then let me see thy cloak;
Val. Why, any clock 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 me. What letter is this fame? what's here? To Silvia ? And here an engine fit for my proceeding? l'll be so bold to break the real for once. [Duke reads.
My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly,
And saves 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 berald thoughts in tły pure bosom rest them,
While I, ibeir King, that thither them importune, Do curse the grace, that with such grace hath bleft them,
Because myself do want my servant's 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' a son, Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car, And with thy daring folly burn the world? Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee? Go, base intruder! over-weening slave! Beltow thy fawning smiles on equal mates ; And think, my patience, more than thy desert, Is privilege for thy departure hence ; Thank me for this, more than for all the favours, Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee. But if thou linger in my territories, Longer than swiftest expedition Will give thee time to leave our royal court, By heav'n, my wrath shall far exceed the love, I ever bore my daughter or thyself: Be gone, I will not hear thy vain excuse, Bụt as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from hence.
- for they are sent by me.] the son of a Divinity, but a For is the same as for that, since. terræ filius, a lowborn wretch ;
Merops' fon.] Thou art Merops is thy true father, with Pha ton in thy rashness, but with whom Phaëton was falsly reout his pretensions; thou art not proached.