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Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
I must be here confin'd by you,
Or sent to Naples : Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardon the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell;
Bat release me from my bands,
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yonrs my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,

Which was to please: Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer;
Which pierces so, that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.

As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.

Two Gentlemen of Aerona.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. Duke of Milan, Father to Silvia.

Panthino, Servant to Antonio. Valentine, Gentlemen of Verona.

Host, where Julia lodges in Milan. Proteus,

Outlaws. Antonio, Father to Proteus.

Julia, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus. Thurio, a foolish Rival to Valentine.

Silvia, the Dicke's Daughter, beloved by Valentine. Eglamour, Agent for Silvia in her Escape. Speed, a clownish Servant to Valentine.

Lacetta, Waiting-woman to Julia.
Launce, Servant to Proteus.

Servants, Musicians.
SCENE, sometimes in Verona ; sometimes in Milan; and on the Frontiers of Mantua.


Once more adien: my father at the road

Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.
An open place in Verona.

Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.

Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave. Enter Valentine and Protens.

At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, Val. CEASE to persuade, my loving Proteus ; Of thy success in love, and what news else Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits :

Betideth here in absence of thy friend ; Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days

And I likewise will visit thee with mine. To the sweet glances of thy bonour'd love,

Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! I rather would entreat thy company:

Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell! To see the wonders of the world abroad,

[Erit. Than living dully sluggardiz'd at home,

Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love: Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

He leaves his friends, to diguify them more ; But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. Even as I would, when I to love begin.

T'hou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me ; Pro. Wilt thou be gone! Sweet Valentine, adieu! Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest

War with good counsel, set the world at nought; Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel :

Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought, Wish me partaker in thy happiness,

Enter Speed.
When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy danger,
If ever danger do environ thee,

Speed. Sir Proteus, save you : saw you my master? Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,

Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine.

Milan. Val. And on a love-book pray for my success.

Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd already, Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. And I have play'd the sheep in losing him. Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love,

Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.

An if the shepherd be awhile away. Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love,

Speed. You conclude that my master is a shepherd For he was more than over shoes in love.

then, and I a sheep! Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, Pro. I do. And yet you never swam the Hellespont.

Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether I Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the boots.

wake or sleep. Val. No, Pll not, for it boots thee not.

Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep: Pro.

What? Speed. This proves me still a sheep. Val.

To be Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, Pro. It shall go hard, but l'il prove it by another. With twenty watchful, weary tedious nights:

Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain ;

sheep the shepherd; but I seek my muster, and my If lost, why then a grievous labour won ;

master seeks not me therefore, I am no sheep. However, but a folly bought with wit,

Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thon for Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. wages followest thy master, thy master for wages folVal. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove. lows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep. Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love. Speed. Such another proof will make ine cry baa.

Val. Love is your master, for he masters you : Pro. But dost thou hear! gav'st thou my letter to And he that is so yoked by a fool,

Julia ! Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.

Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud her, a laced matton; and she, a laced mutton, gave The eating canker dwells, so eating love

ine, a lost matton, nothing for my labour. Inhabits in the tinest wits of all.

Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store of Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud muttons. Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,

Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best Even so by love the young and tender wit

stick her Is tarn'a to folly; blasting in the bud,

Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best pound Losing his verdure even in the prime,

you. And all the fair effects of fature hopes.

Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee, for carrying your letter. That art a votary to fond desire!

Pro. 'You mistake; I mean the pound, a pin-fold.


Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, There, take the paper, see it be return'd; "Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your or else return no more into my sight. lover.

Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate. Pro. But what said she I did she nod? (Speed nods. Jul. Will you be gone! Speed. I.

That you may rominate. Pro. Nod 1? why, that's noddy.

[Erit. Speed. You mistouk, sir; I say, she did nod: and Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter. you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I.

It were a shame to call her back again, Pro. And that set together, is--noddy.

And pray her to a fault for which I chid her, Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it toge- What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, ther, take it for your pains.

And would not force the letter to my view ? Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter. Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that

Speed. Well, 1 perceive, I must be fain to bear with which they would have the profferer construe, Ay. you.

Fie, tie! how wayward is this foolish love, Pro. Why, sir, how do you hear with me! That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse,

Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod! nothing but the word, noddy, for my pins.

How churlishly I chill Lucetta hence,
Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. When willingly I would bave had her bere!
Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. Now angrily I taught my brow to frown,

Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief : what When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile! said she !

My penance is, to call Lucetta back, Speed. Open your parse, that the money, and the And ask remission for my folly past:matter, may be both at once delivered.

What ho! Lucetta!
Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains : whatsaid she!

Re-enter Lucetta.
Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her.
Pro. Why? Couldst thou perceive so much from her?


What would your ladyship? Speed, Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from lier; Jul. Is it near dinner-time! no, not so much as dacat for delivering your letter:


I would it were ; and being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear, That you might kill your stomach on your meat, she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind. Give And not upon your maid. her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel. Jul.

What is't you took up Pro. What, said she nothing!

So gingerly?
Speed. No, not so much as--take this for thy pains. Luc. Nothing.
To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'd Jul.

Why did'st thou stoop then! me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall. yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master. Jul. And is tbat paper nothing! Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck; Luc.

Nothing concerning me. Which cannot perish having thee aboard,

Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Being destin'd to a drier death on shore :

Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, I must go send some better messenger;

Unless it have a false interpreter. I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines,

Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme Receiving them from such a worthless post. (Exeunt. Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune:

Give me a note: your ladyship can set.
SCENE H. The same. Garden of Julia's House, Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible :

Best sing it to the tune of Light o'love.
Enter Julia and Lucetta.

Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tane.
Jul. Bat say, Lucetta, now we are alone,

Jul. Heavy! belike it hath some burden then. Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love?

Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it. Luc. Ay, madam; so you stamble not unheedfully. Jul. And why not you! Jul, of all the fair resort of gentlemen,


I cannot reach so high. That every day with parle encounter me,

Jul. Let's see your song :- How now, minion! In thy opinion, which is worthiest love?

Luc. Keep tone there still, so you will sing it out: Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show my And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. According to my shallow, simple skill. [mind Jul. You do not?

Jul. What think'st thou of the fair sir Eglamour? Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp.

Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; Jul. Yon, minion, are too saucy. But, were I you, he never should be mine.

Luc. Nay, now you are too flat. Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? And mar the concord with too harsh a descant : Luc. Well of his wealth ; but of himself, so, so. There wanteth but a mean to fill your song, Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ?. Jul. The mean is drown'd with your enraly base. Luc. Lord, lord ! to see what fol y reigns in us! Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus. Jul. How now ! what means this passion at his name? Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame, Here is a coil with protestation !-- [Tears the Letter. That I, unworthy body as I am,

Go, get you gone, and let the papers lie: Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.

You would be tingering them to anger me. [pleas'd Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ?

Luc. She makes it strange ; but she would be best Luc. Then thus,----of many good I think him best. To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exit. Jul! Your reason!

Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! I think him so, because I think hims),

Injurious wasps! to feed on such sweet honey, Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on hiin? And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings! Luc, Ay, if you thought your love not cast away, I'll kiss each several paper for amends. Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me. And here is writ-kind Julia; unkind Julia ! Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think best loves ye. As in revenge of thy ingratitude, Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small. I throw thy name against the bruising stones, Luc. lire, that is closest kept, burns most of all. Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain. Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love. Look, here is writ-love-crounded Proteus :Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their love. Poor wounded name! my bosoin, as a bed, Jul. I would I knew his mind.

Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be thoroughly heal'd; Luc.

Peruse this paper, madam, Aud thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. Jul. To Julia,--Say, from whom?

But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down! Luc.

That the contents will show. Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,
Jul. Say, say: who gave it thee? [Proteus. Till I have found each letter in the letter,
Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear
He would bave given it you, but I, being in the way, Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray. And throw it thence into the raging sea!

Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,--
Dare yon presume to harbour wanton lines !

Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,
To whisper and conspire against my youth?

To the street Julia ;-that I'll tear away; Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth,

And yet I will not, sith so prettily And you an officer fit for the place.

He couples it to his complaining wames:


Thus will I fold them one upon another;

T'o-morrow be in readiness to go:
Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.

Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided :
Re-enter Lucetta.
Please you, deliberate a day or two.

[thee. Lue. Madam, dinner's ready and your father stays. Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after Jul. Well, let us go.

No more of stay ; to-morrow thou must go. Luc. What, shall these papers lielike tell-tales here? Come on, Panthino ; you shall be employ'd Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. To hasten on his expedition [Exeunt Ant. and Pan.

Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: Pro. Thus have I shunnid the tire, for fear of burning, Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd:

Jul. I see, you have a month's mind to them. I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter,

Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see ; Lest he should take exceptions to my love; I see things too, although you judge I wink

And with the vantage of mine own excuse Jul. Come, come, will't please you go? [Exeunt. Hath he excepted most against my love.

o, how this spring of love resembleth

The uncertain glory of an April day;
The same.
A Room in Antonio's House.

Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,

And by and by a cloud takes all away!
Enter Antonio and Panthino.

Re-enter Panthino.
Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that,
Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister!

Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you ;
Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.

He is in haste, therefore, I pray you, go. Ant. Why, what of him?

Pro. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereto; Pan.

He wonderd, that your lordship And yet a thousand times it answers, no. [Exeunt.
Would suffer him to spend his yonth at home;
While other men, of slender reputation,
Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:

Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there;
Some, to discover island's far away;

Some, to the studious universities.

Milan. An Apartment in the Duke's Palace. For any, or for all these exercises, He said, that Proteus, your son was meet:

Enter Valentine and Speed. And did request me, to importune yon,

Speed. Sir, your glove. To let him spend his time no more at home,

Val. Not mine ; my gloves are on. Which would be great impeachment to his age,

Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is but In having known no trouble in his youth.

Ant. Nor need 'st thon much importune me to that Val. Ha ! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine :Whereon this month I have been hammering.

Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine ! I have consider'd well his loss of time;

Ab Silvia! Silvia! And how he cannot be a perfect man,

Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia! Not being try'd and tutor'd in the world.

Val. How now, sirrah ! Experience is by industry achiev'd,

Speed. She is not within hearing, sir. And perfected by the swift course of time :

Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her! Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him! Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook. Pan. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,

Val. Well, you'll still be too forward. How his companion, youthfal Valentine,

Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow. Attends the einperor in his royal court.

Val, Goto, sir; tell me, do you know madam Silvia! Ant. I know it well.

[thither: Speed. She that your worship loves! Pan. "Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him Val. Why, how know you that I am in love! There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,

Speed, Marry, by these special marks: First, you Hear sweet discourse, con verse with noblemen;

have learned, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms And be in eye of every exercise,

like a male-content; to relish a love-song, like a Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.

robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like one that had Ant. I like thy counsel ; well bast thou advis'd :

the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it,

lost his A. B. C; to weep, like a voung wench that The execution of it shall make known;

had buried her grandam ; to fast, like one that takes Even with the speediest execution

diet: to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak I will despatch hin to the emperor's court,

puling, like a beggar at Haliow mas. You were wont, Pan. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso, when you laugh'd, to crow like a cock; when you With other gentlemen of good esteem,

walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you Are journeying to salute the emperor,

fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked And to commend their service to his will.

sadly, it was for want of money: and now you are Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go : metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on And, in good time,-now will we break with him.

ou, I can hardly think you my master.

Val. Are al these things perceived in me!
Enter Proteus.

Speed. They are all perceived without you.
Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines ! sweet life!

Kal. Without me! they cannot. Here is her hand, the agent of her heart :

Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain, for, withHere is her oath for love, ber honour's pawn : out you were so simple, none else would: but you 0, that our fathers would applaud our loves,

are so without these follies, that these follies are To seal our happiness with their consents!

within you, and shine through you like the water in 0 heavenly Julia !

an urinal; that not an eye, that sees you, but is * Ant. How now! what letter are you reading there! physician to comment on your malady.

Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two i al. But, tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia ! Of commendation sent from Valentine,

Spred, She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.

supper! Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news.

Mal. Hast thou obsery'd that! even she I mean. Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes Speed. Why, sir, I know her not. How happily he lives, how well belov'd,

Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and And daily graced by the emperor;

yet knowest her not! Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.

Speed. Is she not hard-favoured, sir? Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish? Val. Not so fair, boy, as well-favoured.

Pro. As one re'ying on your lordship's will, Speed. Sir, I know that well enough. And not depending on his friendly wish.

Val. What dost thou know ! Ant. My will is something orted with his wish: Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well Vuse not that I thus suddenly proceed;

favoured. For what I will, I will, and there an end.

l'al. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time favour infinite. With Valentines in the emperor's court;

Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the

other out of all count. What maintenance he from his friends receives, Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.

Val. How painted! and how out of count !

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Speed. Marry, sir, so painted, to make her fair, that Val. To whom ! no man counts of her beauty.

Speed. To yourself: why, she wooes you by a figure. Val, How esteemest thou me! I account of her Val. What tigure! beauty.

Speed. By a letter, I should say. Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed, Val. Why, she hath not writ to me. Val. How long bath she been deformed ?

Speed. What need she, when she hath made you Speed, Ever since you loved her.

write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest? Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her, and Val. No, believe me. still I see her beautiful.

Speed. No believing you, indeed, sir : But did you Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.

perceive her earnest! al. Why?

Tal. She gave me none, except an angry word. Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had Speed. Why, she hath gives you a letter. mine eyes; or your own had the lights they were val. That's the letter I writ to her friend. wont to have, when you ehid at sir Proteus for going Speed. And that letter bath she delivered, and ungartered!

there an end. Val. What should I see then?

Val. I would, it were no worse, Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing de

Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well: forinity: for he, being in love, cou! not see to garter his hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put or else for rant of ille time, could not again reply,

For often you have arrit to her, and she, in modesty, on your hose. Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last

Or jearing else some messenger, that might her mind discoter,

[lover.morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.

Speed. "True, sir; I was in love with my bed : 1 Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes All this I speak in print ; for in print I found it.me the bolder to chide you for yours.

Why muse you, sir! 'tis dinner-time. Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.

Val. I have dined. Speed. I would you were set; so, your affection

Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir: though the cameleon would cease.

Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some like your mistress; be moved, be moved.

hy my victuals, and would fain have meat: 0, be not lines to one she loves.

[Exeunt. Speed. And have you?

SCENE II. Verona. A Room in Julia's House. Val. I have. Speed. Are they not lamely writ?

Enter Proteus and Julia. Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them :-

Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.
Peace, here she comes.

Jul. I must, where is no remedy.
Enter Silvia.

Pro. When possibly I can, I will retorn.

Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner. Speed. O excellent motion ! O exceeding puppet! Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake. now will he interpret to her. Val. Madam and mistiess, a thousand good morrows.

[Giving a Ring

Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; kere, take Speed. 0, 'give you good even! here's a inition of

[ Aside.

Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss. Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.

Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy; Speed. He should give her interest; and she gives And when thai hoor o'erslips me in the day, it him.

Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake, * al. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter, Unto the secret nameless friend of yours;

The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,

Torment me for iny love forgetfulness !

My father stays my coming; answer not; But for my duty to your ladyship.

[done. The tide is now : nay, not the tide of tears ; Sil. I thank yon, gentle servant : 'tis very clerk ly That tide will stay me longer than I should ; Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off;

[Exit Julia. For, being ignorant to whom it goes,

Julia, farewell.-- What! gone without a word ?
I writ at random, very dubtfully.
Sil. Perehance you think too much of so much pains ? Por truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it.

Ay, so true love shou d do: it cannot speak;
Val. No, madam ; so it stead you, I will write,
Please you command, a thousand times as much :

Enter Panthino.
And yet,

Pan. Sir Proteus, y u are staid for.
Sil. A pretty period ! Well, I guess the sequel ; Pro. Go; I come, I come :---
And yet I will not name it :--and yet I care not;- Alas ! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. [Lxeunt.
And yet take this again ;-and yet I thank you ;

SCENE III. The same. A Street.
Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more
Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet.

Enter Launce, leading a Dog.

[ Aside. Laun. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done Val. What means your ladyship? do you not like it? weeping: all the kind of the Launces have this very

Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ: fault: I have received my proportion, like the proBut since unwillingly, take them again;

digious son, and am going with sir Proteus to the Nay, take them.

Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the sourestVal. Madam, they are for you.

natured dog that lives : my mother weeping, my faSil. Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my request; ther wailing, my sister crying, our maid bowling, But I will pone of them ; they are for you:

our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a I would have had them writ more movingly. great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur

Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another. shed one tear; he is a store, a very pobble-stone,

Sil. And, when it's writ, for my sake read it over : and has no more pity in him than a dog : a Jew And, if it please you, so; if not, why, so.

would have wept to have seen our parting; why, my Val. If it please me, madam! what then?

grandam having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour; at any parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it: And so good morrow, servant.

(Exit. This shoe is my father ;--, this left shoe is my faSpeed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, ther ;-no, no, this left shoe is my mother ; pay, that As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a cannot be so neither ;-yes, it is so, it is so; it bath steeple!

the worser sole : this shoe, with the hole in it, is my My master sues to her, and she hath taught her suitor, mother, and this my father: a vengeance on't ! there He being her pupil, to become her tutor.

'tis: now, sir, this stal is my sister; for, look you, O excellent device was there ever heard a better? she is as white as a lily, and as small as a wand : That my master, being scribe, to himself should write this hat is Nan, our maid ; I am the dog :--no, the the letter?

dog is himself, and I am the dog.-0, the dog is me, Val. How now, sir? what are you reasoning with and I am myself; ay, so, so.--Now come i to my yourself!

father; Father, your blessing ; now should not the Speed, Nay, I was rhyming; 'tis you that have the shoe speak a word for weeping; now should I kiss reason.

my father; well, he weeps on now come I to my Val. To do what?

mother, (0, that she could speak now!) like a wood Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia.

woman ;-well, I kiss her --why, there 'tis; here's

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my mother's breath up and down, now come I to my Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
sister; mark the moan she makes: now the dog all To be of worth, and worthy estimation,
this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word; but And not without desert so well reputed.
see how I lay the dust with my tears.

Duke. Hath he not a son ?
Enter Panthino.

Val. Ay, my goud lord ; a son that well deserves Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard ; thy master is 'The honour and regard of such a father.

Dule. You know him well! shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's

Tal. I knew him as myself'; for froin our infancy the matter? why weepest thou, •man ! Away, ass;

We have convers'd, and spent our hours together : you will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer.

Laun. It is no matter if the tyd were lost; for itAnd though myself have been an idle truant, is the unkindest ty'd that ever any man ty'd.

Omitting the sweet benefit of time,

To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection ; Pan. What's the unkindest tide ?

Yet hath sir Proteus, for that's his name,
Laun. Why, he that's tyd here ; Crab, my dog.
Pan. Tot, man, I mean ihou’lt lose the flood; and, His years but young, but his experience old ;

Madt use and fair advantage of his days;
in losing the tood, lose thy voyage; and, in losing His head unnellow'd, but his judgment ripe';
thy voyage, lose thy master and, in losing thy And, in a word (ior far behind his worth

; master, lose thy service ; and, in losing thy service, Come all the praises that I now bestow), -Why dost thou stop my mouth!

lie is complete in feature, and in mind, Laun. For fear thou shouldst lose thy tongue.

With all good grace to grace a gentleman. Pan. Where should I lose my tongue ?

Duke. Beshiew me, sir, bat, it he make this good, Laun. In thy tale.

He is as worthy for an empress' love,
Pan. In thy tail ?
Laun. Lose the tide, and the vovage, and the mas-

As meet to be an emperor's counsellor. ter, and the service! The tide ! -Why, man, if the Well, sir ; this gentleman is come to me,

With commendation from great potentates; river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if And here he means to spend his time awhile: 1 the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my

I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you. sighs.

Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been lie. Pan. Come, come away, man; I was sent to call

Duke. Welcome him then accordiog to his worth; thee. Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.

Silvia, I speak to you; and you, sir Thurio .

For Valentine, I need not cite hiin to it: Pan. Wilt thou go?

I'll send him hither to you presently. [Exit. Laun. Well, I will go.


Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship SCENE IV.

Had come along with me, but that his mistress Milan. An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.

Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks. Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed.

Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them Upon some other pawn for fealty.

(stiil. Sil. Servant

Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prisoners I al. Mistress!

Sil. Nav, then he should be blind; and, being blind, Speed. Master, sir Thurio frowns on you.

How could he see his way to seek out you? Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.

Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. Speed. Not of you.

Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at a!. Val. Of my mistress then,

Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself; Speed. "Twere good, you knocked bim.

Upon a homely object love can wink.
Sil. Servant, you are sad.

Enter Proteus.
Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so.
Thu. Seem you that you are not?

Sil. Have done, have done ; here comes the gentleVal. Haply, I do.

Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !-Mistress, I beseech Thu. So do counterfeits. Val. So do you.

you, Thu, What seem I, that I am not !

Confirm his welcome with some special favour.

Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, Val. Wise.

If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from. Thu. What instance of the contrary? Val. Your folly.

Val. Mistress, it is : sweet lady, entertain him Thu. And how quote you my folly ?

To be my fe!low-servant to your ladyship. Val. I quote it in your jerkin.

Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant.

Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant Thu. My jerkin is a doublet.

To have a look of such a worthy mistress.
Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly.

Val. Leave off discourse of disability :
Thu. How ?
Sil, What, angry, sir Thurio? do you change colour! Sweet lady, entertain him for your ser ant.

Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else.
Val. Give him leave, madam ; he is a kind of

Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed; carceleon.

Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, Sersant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress. then live in your air.

Pro. l'll die on him that says so, but yourself. Val. You have said, sir.

Sil. That you are welcome!

Pro. Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time.

No; that you are worthless. Val. I know it well, sir ; you always end ere you

Enter Servant. begin.

Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot ofi'.

Sil, I'll wait upon his pleasure. [Exit Servant. Val. 'Tis indeed, madam ; we thank the giver.

Come, sir Thurio, Sil. Who is that, servant !

Go with me :-Once more, new servant, welcome : Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire : I'll leave you to confer of home-affairs; sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks, When you have done, we look hear from you. and spends what he borrows, kindly in your company, Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship. Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I

[ Exeunt Silvia, Thurio, and Speed, shall make your wit bankrupt.

Val. Now, tell mo, how do all from whence you Val. I know it well, sir : you have an exchequer

[commended. of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, that Val. And how do yours! they live by your bare words.


I left them all in health. sil. No more, gentlemen, no more ; here comes Val. How does your lady! and bow thrives your

love! Enter Duke.

Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you; Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset. I know, you joy not in a love-discourse. Sir Valentine, your father's in good health :

Val. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now : What say you to a letter from your friends

I have done penance for contemning love ; of much good news!

Whose high imperious thoughts have panish'd me Val.

My lord, I will be thankfal With bitter fasts, with penitential groans; To any happy messenger from thence.

With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs ; Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your countryman! For, in revenge of my contempt of love,


with you.


my father.

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