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Val. Without me? they cannot.

Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, Speed. Without you; nay, that's certain ; for, with. But for my duty to your ladyship. ? [Giving a paper. out you were so simple, none else would be: but Sil. I thank you, gentle servant. 'Tis very clerk. you are so without these follies, that these follies are ly done. within you, and shine through you like the water in Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off; an urinal, that not an eye that sees you, but is a phy- For, being ignorant to whom it goes, sician to comment on your malady.

I writ at random, very doubtfully.

[pains? Val. But, tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia ? Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at sup Val. No, madam: so it d stead you, I will write, per ?

Please you command, a thousand times as much.
Val. Hast thou observed that? even she I mean. And yet,-
Speed, Why, sir, I know her not.

Sil. A pretty period. Well, I guess the sequel: Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, And yet I will not name it;—and yet I care not ;and yet know'st her not.

And yet take this again ;-and yet I thank you, Speed. Is she not hard-favor’d, sir?

Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more. Val. Not so fair, boy, as well favor'd.

Speed. And yet you will; and yet, another yet. Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.

[ Aside. Val. What dost thou know?

Val. What means your ladyship? do you not like it? Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well Sil. Yes, yes: the lines are very quaintly writ, favor'd.

But since unwillingly, take them again. Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her Nay, take them.

3[ Giving it back. favor infinite.

Val. Madam, they are for you. Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my request, other out of all count.

But I will none of them : they are for you. Val. How painted ? and how out of count? I would have had them writ more movingly.

Speed. Marry, sir, so painted to make her fair, Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another. that no man 'counts of her beauty.

Sil. And, when it's writ, for my sake read it over;
Val. How esteem'st thou me? I account of her And, if it please you, so; if not, why, so.
beauty.

Val. If it please me, madam; what then ?
Speed. You never saw her since she was deform'd. Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labor :
Val. How long hath she been deform’d ?

And so good-morrow, servant.

[Exit. Speed. Ever since you loved her.

Speed. O jest! unseen, inscrutable, invisible, Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her, and As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a still I see her beautiful.

steeple. Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her. My master sues to her, and she hath taught her suitor, Val. Why?

He being her pupil, to become her tutor. Speed. Because love is blind. 0! that you had excellent device! was there ever heard a better, mine eyes; or your own eyes had the lights they That my master, being scribe, to himself should write were wont to have, when you chid at sir Proteus for

the letter? going ungartered!

Val. How now, sir! what, are you reasoning witb Val. What should I see then ?

yourself? Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing Spced. Nay, I was rhyming : 'tis you that have the deformity; for he, being in love, could not see to garter his hose ; and you, being in love, cannot see Val. To do what? to put on your hose.

Specd. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia. Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last Val. To whom? morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.

Speed. To yourself. Why, she woos you by a figure. Speed. True, sir; I was in love with my bed. I Val. What figure ? thank you, you a swinged me for my love, which Speed. By a letter, I should say. makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.

Val. Why, she hath not writ to me? Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.

Speed. What need she, when she hath made you Speed. I would you were set, so your affection write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest? would cease.

Val. No, believe me. Val. Last night she enjoin'd me to write some Speed. No believing you, indeed, sir: but did you lines to one she loves.

perceive her earnest ? Speed. And have you?

Val. She gave me none, except an angry word. Val. I have.

Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter.
Speed. And are they not lamely writ?

Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend.
Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them. Speed. And that letter hath she deliver'd, and thero
Peace! here she comes.

an e end.
Enter Silvia.

Val. I would it were no worse!
Speed. O excellent motion ! O exceeding puppet! For often have you writ to her, and she, in modesty,

Speed.

I'll warrant you, 'tis as well: Now will he interpret to her.

[rows. Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good mor

Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply; Speed. O! 'give ye good even : here's a million of Or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind

[Aside.

discover, Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand. Her self hath taught her love himself to write unto Speed. He should give her interest, and she gives all this I speak in 'print, for in print I found it.

her lover.it him. Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter

Why muse you, sir ?' 'tis dinner time. Unto the secret nameless friend of yours ;

• Scholarly. - Serve; profit. - - "There an end," i. e, Whipped. Puppet-show.

there's the conclusion. --* * In print," i. e., with exactness,

reason.

manners.

you this.

Val. I have dined.

Enter PANTHINO. Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir: though the cameleon

Pant. Launce, away, away, aboard : thy master is love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourish'd shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's by my victuals, and would fain have meat. O! be the matter? why weep'st thou, man? Away, ass ; not like your mistress: be moved, be moved. [Exeunt. you'll lose the tide, if you tarry any longer.

Launce. It is no matter if the tied were lost; for SCENE II.--Verona. A Room in JULIA's House. it is the unkindest tied that ever any man tied. Enter PROTEUS and JULIA.

Pant. What's the unkindest lide ?

Launce. Why, he that's tied here; Crab, my dog. Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.

Pant. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood; Jul. I must, where is no remedy. Pro. When possibly I can, I will return.

and, in losing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, in

losing thy voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner.

thy master, lose thy service; and, in losing thy serKeep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake. 1 Pro. Why then, we'll make exchange : here, take vice,—Why dost thou stop my mouth ?

Launce. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue. [Exchange rings.

Pant. Where should I lose my tongue? Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.

Launce. In thy tale. Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy;

Pant. In thy tail ? And when that hour o'erslips me in the day,

Launce. Lose the btied, and the voyage, and the Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,

master, and the service, and the ride. Why, man, The next ensuing hour some foul mischance

if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my Torment me for my love's forgetfulness.

tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the My father stays my coming; answer not.

boat with my sighs. The tide is now: nay, not thy tide of tears;

Pant. Come; come, away, man: I was sent to That tide will stay me longer than I should.

call thee. [Exit JuLIA.

Launce. Sir, call me what thou dar'st. Julia, farewell.-What! gone without a word ?

Pant. Wilt thou go? Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;

Launce. Well, I will go.

[Exeunt. For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it. Enter PANTHINO.

SCENE IV.-Milan. A Room in the Duke's Pant. Sir Proteus, you are stay'd for.

Palace.
Pro.
Go; I come, I come.-

Enter VALENTINE, SILVIA, THırio, and SPECD. Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. [Exeunt.

Sil. Servant.

Val. Mistress.
SCENE III.-The Same. A Street.

Speed. Master, sir Thurio frowns on you.
Enter Launce, leading his Dog.

Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.

Speed. Not of you. Launce. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done

Val. Of my mistress, then. woeping: all the a kind of the Launces have this very fault. I have received my proportion, like the prodi

Speed. 'Twere good you knock'd him.

Si. Servant, you are sad. gious son, and am going with sir Proteus to the im

Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so. perial's court. I think Crab, my dog, be the sourest

Thu. Seem you that you are not ? natured dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father

Val. d Haply, I do. wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat Thu. So do counterfeits. wringing her hands, and all our house in a great per Val. So do you. plexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one

Thu. What seem I that I am not? tear. He is a stone, a very pebble-stone, and has

Val. Wise. no more pity in him than a dog; a Jew would have

Thu. What instance of the contrary? wept to have seen our parting: why, my grandam Val. Your folly. having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my

Thu. And how quote you my folly ? parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it.

Val. I quote it in your jerkin. This shoe is my father ;-no, this left shoe is my father:-no, no, this left shoe is my mother ;-nay,

Thu. My jerkin is a doublet. that cannot be so, neither:-yes, it is so, it is so; it

Val. Well

, then, * 'twill double your folly.

Thu. How? hath the worser sole. This shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father. A vengeance

Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio ? do you change color? on't! there 'tis : now, sir, this staff is my sister ;

Val. Give him leave, madam : he is a kind of

cameleon. for, look you, she is as white as a lily, and as small as a wand: this hat is Nan, our maid: I am the than live in your air.

Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, dog ;- no, the dog is himself, and I am the dog.

Val. You have said, sir. 0! the dog is me, and I am myself: ay, so, so. Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time. [begin. Now come I to my father; “Father, your blessing :"

Val. I know it well, sir : you always end ere you now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping: now should I kiss my father; well, he weeps on. shot off.

Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly Now come I to my mother, (O, that she could speak Val. 'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver. now!) like a 4 wild woman :-well, I kiss her; why Sil. Who is that, servant ? there 'tis ; here's my mother's breath, up and down. Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire. Now come I to my sister ; mark the moan she Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship’s makes: now, the dog all this while sheds not a looks, and spends what he borrows kindly in your lear, nor speaks a word, but see how I lay the dust

company. with my tears.

b. The tied,” i. e., the dog. - Serious. — Perhaps. a Kindred.

• Observe; note.

my father.

with you.

Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with

me,

I Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant. shall make your wit bankrupt.

Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant Val. I know it well, sir: you have an exchequer To have a look of such a worthy mistress. of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give Val. Leave off discourse of disability. your followers ; for it appears by their bare liveries, Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant. that they live by your bare words.

Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else. Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more.

Here comes

Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed.

Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress. Enter the Duke.

Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself.

Sil. That you are welcome? Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.

Pro.

That you are worthless. Sir Valentine, your father's in good health : What say you to a letter from your friends

3 Re-enter THURIO. Of much good news?

Thu. Madam, my lord, your father, would speak Val.

My lord, I will be thankful To any happy messenger from thence.

Sil. I wait upon his pleasure : come, sir Thurio, Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your countryman? | Go with me.-Önce more, new servant, welcome:

Val. Ay, my good lord; I know the gentleman I'll leave you to confer of home-affairs; To be of 1 wealth, and worthy estimation,

When you have done, we look to hear from you. And not without desert so well reputed.

Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship. Duke. Hath he not a son?

[Exeunt Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. Val. Ay, my good lord; a son, that well deserves Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you The honor and regard of such a father.

came? Duke. You know him well ?

Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much Val. I knew him, as myself; for from our in funcy

commended. We have convers'd, and spent our hours together:

Val. And how do yours ? And though myself have been an idle truant,

Pro.

I left them all in health, Omitting the sweet benefit of time

Val. How does your lady, and how thrives your love? To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection

Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you: Yet hath sir Proteus, for that's his name,

I know, you joy not in a love-discourse. Made use and fair advantage of his days:

Val. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now: His years but young, but his experience old; I have done penance for contemning love; His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe; Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me And, in a word, (for far behind his worth

With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, Come all the praises that I now bestow)

With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs; He is complete in a feature, and in mind,

For, in revenge of my contempt of love, With all good grace to grace a gentleman.

Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but, if he make this good, And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow. He is as worthy for an empress' love,

O, gentle Proteus ! love's a mighty lord, As meet to be an emperor's counsellor.

And hath so humbled me, as, I confess, Well, sir, this gentleman is come to me

There is no dwoe to his correction,
With commendation from great potentates;.

Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth!
And here he means to spend his time a-while. Now, no discourse, except it be of love;
I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.

Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep,
Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he. Upon the very naked name of love.

Duke. Welcome him, then, according to his worth. Pro. Enough; I read your fortune in your eye. Silvia, I speak to you; and you, sir Thurio : Was this the idol that you worship so ? For Valentine, I need not c'cite him to it.

Val. Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint ? I'll send him hither to you presently. [Exit DUKE.

Pro. No, but she is an earthly paragon. Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship,

Val. Call her divine, Had come along with me, but that his mistress

Pro.

I will not flatter her. Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks.

Val. O! flatter me, for love delights in praises. Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them, Pro. When I was sick you gave me bitter pills, Upon some other pawn for fealty.

[still. And I must minister the like to you. Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prisoners Val. Then speak the truth by her: if not divine,

Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind, Yet let her be a (principality,
How could he see his way to seek 2 you out ? Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth.

Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. Pro. Except my mistress.
Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all.

Val.

Sweet, except not any,
Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself: Except thou wilt except against my love.
Upon a homely object love can wink.

Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own?
Enter PROTEUS.

Val. And I will help thee to prefer her, too:

She shall be dignified with this high honor,Sil. Have done, have done. Here comes the To bear my lady's train, lest the base earth gentleman.

[Exit Thurio. Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !—Mistress, I be. And, of so great a favor growing proud,

Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, Confirm his welcome with some special favor.

Disdain to root the 4 summer-smelling flower, Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither,

And make rough winter everlastingly. If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from.

Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this?

Val. Pardon me, Proteus: all I can, is nothing Val. Mistress, it is. Sweet lady, entertain him To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship.

"No woe to," j. e., no misery that can be compared with.

LO" To his service," i. e., compared with his service. • Person.-betide. Incite.

{ "Principality," i. e., an angel of the first order.

seech you,

To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing. Speed. What, are they broken?
She is alone.

Launce. No, they are both as whole as a fish. Pro. Then, let her alone.

Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with them? Val. Not for the world. Why, man, she is mine own; Launce. Marry, thus: when it stands well with him And I as rich in having such a jewel,

it stands well with her. As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,

Speed. What an ass art thou? I understand thee not. The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

Launce. What a block art thou, that thou canst not. Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,

My staff understands me. Because thou seest me dote upon my love.

Speed. What thou say'st ? My foolish rival, that her father likes

Launce. Ay, and what I do too: look thee; I'll Only for his possessions are so huge,

but lean, and my staff understands me. Is gone with her along, and I must after,

Speed. It stands under thee, indeed. [one. For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.

Launce. Why, stand-under and under-stand is all Pro. But she loves you ? [marriage hour, Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match ?

Val. Ay, and we are betroth'd; nay, more, our Launce. Ask my dog: if he say, ay, it will; if he With all the cunning manner of our flight

say, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say nothing, Determin'd of: how I must climb her window, it will. The ladder made of cords, and all the means

Speed. The conclusion is, then, that it will. Plotted, and 'greed on for my happiness.

Launce. Thou shalt never get such a secret from Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber,

me, but by a parable. In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel.

Speed. 'Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, how Pro. Go on before; I shall enquire you forth. say'st thou, that my master is become a notable lover? I must unto the road, to disembark

Launce. I never knew him otherwise. Some necessaries that I needs must use,

Speed. Than how?

[to be. And then I'll presently attend on you.

Launce. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him Val. Will you make haste ?

Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistak'st me. Pro. I will.

[Exit VALENTINE. Launce. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant Even as one heat another heat expels,

thy master. Or as one nail by strength drives out another, Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover. So the remembrance of my former love

Launce. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he Is by a newer object quite forgotten.

burn himself in love, if thou wilt go with me to the Is it mine lown, or Valentino's praise,

alehouse: if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and Her true perfection, or my false transgression, not worth the name of a Christian, That makes me, reasonless, to reason thus ?

Speed. Why? She's fair, and so is Julia that I love;

Launce. Because thou hast not so much charity in That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd, thee, as to go to the sale with a Christian. Wilt Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,

thou go? Bears no impression of the thing it was.

Speed. At thy service.

[Exeunt. Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold, And that I love him not, as I was wont :

SCENE VI.-The Same. An Apartment in O! but I love his lady too, too much ;

the Palace. And that's the reason I love him so little. How shall I dote on her with more badvice,

Enter PROTEUS. That thus without advice begin to love her i

Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; 'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,

To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn; And that hath dazzled * so my reason's light;

To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; But when I look on her perfections,

And even that power, which gave me first my oath, There is no reason but I shall be blind.

Provokes me to this threefold perjury: If I can check my erring love, I will;

Love bad me swear, and love bids me forswear. If not, to compass her I'll use my skill. [Exit.

06sweet-suggesting love! if I have sinn'd,
Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it.

At first I did adore a twinkling star,
SCENE V.-The Same. A Street.

But now I worship a celestial sun.
Enter SPEED and LAUNCE.

Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken;
Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Milan. And he wants wit, that wants resolved will

Launce. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth, for I To learn his wit t exchange the bad for better. am not welcome. I reckon this always--that a man Fie, fie, unreverend tongue! to call her bad, is never undone, till he be hang'd; nor never welcome Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd to a place, till some certain shot be paid, and the With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. hostess say, welcome.

I cannot be leave to love, and yet I do; Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the alehouse But there I leave to love, where I should love. with you presently; where for one shot of five pence Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose: thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; how did thy master part with madam Julia ? If I lose them, thus find I, by their loss,

Launce. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia. parted very fairly in jest.

I to myself am dearer than a friend, Speed. But shall she marry him?

For love is still most precious 4 to itself; Launce. No.

And Silvia, (witness heaven that made her fair!) Speed. How then? Shall he marry her?

Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope. Launce. No, neither.

I will forget that Julia is alive,

«Haren,b" With more advice," i. e., on further knowl. *" How say'st thou," i. e., what say'st thou to this circumcdge.

-"Her picture," i. c., her exterior form.-- * Her stance – Ales" were merry-meetings in country placos. perfections," i. e, the perfections of her mind.

- Tempting. Cease.

Remembering that my love to her is dead;

What compass will you wear your 'farthingale ?" And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,

Why, even what fashion thou best lik'st, Lucetta. Aiming at Silvia, as a sweeter friend.

Luc. You must needs have them with a codpiece, I cannot now prove constant to myself

madam. Without some treachery used to Valentine.

Jul. Out, out, Lucetta! that will be ill-favor'd. This night, he meaneth with a corded ladder

Luc. A round hose, madam, now's not worth a pin, To climb celestial Silvia's chamber window; Unless you have a codpiece to stick pins on. Myself in counsel, his a competitor.

Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have Now, presently I'll give her father notice

What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly. Of their disguising, and pretended flight; But, tell me, wench, how will the world repute me Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine,

For undertaking so unstaid a journey ? For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter: I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd. But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go not. By some sly trick blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. Jul. Nay, that I will not. Love, lend mo wings to make my purpose swift, Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go. As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! [Exit. If Proteus like your journey, when you come,

No matter who's displeas'd, when you are gone. SCENE VII.-Verona. A Room in Julia's House. I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal.

Jul. That is the least, Lucetla, of my fear.
Enter JULIA and LUCETTA.

A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears,
Jul. Counsel, Lucetta; gentle girl, assist me: And instances as infinite of love,
And, e'en in kind love, I do conjure thee,

Warrant me welcome to my Proteus.
Who art the table wherein all my thoughts

Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men. Are visibly character'd and engravid,

Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect; To Clesson me; and tell me some good mean, But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth : How, with my honor, I may undertake

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; A journey to my loving Proteus.

His love sincere, his thoughts immaculato; Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart;

Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps,

Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you come to Much less shall she, that hath love's wings to fly;

him! And when the flight is made to one so dear,

Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that wrong, Of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus.

To bear a hard opinion of his truth:
Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. Only deserve my love by loving him,
Jul. 0! know'st thou not, his looks are my soul's And presently go with me to my chamber,
Pity the dearth that I have pined in, [food ? To take a note of what I stand in need of,
By longing for that food so long a time.

To furnish me upon my " loving journey.
Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,

All that is mine I leave at thy dispose,
Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow, My goods, my lands, my reputation;
As seek to quench the fire of love with words. Only, in lieu thereof, dispatch me hence.

Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, come; answer not, but to it presently:
But qualify the fire's extreme rage,

I am impatient of my 6tarriance. [Escurt. Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason,

Jul. The more thou damm'st it up, the more it burns.
The current, that with gentle murmur glides,
Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage;

AOT III.
But, when his fair course is not hindered,
He makes sweet music with the enameld stones,

SCENE I.-Milan. An Ante-chamber in the Duke's Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge

Palace.
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage;
And so by many winding nooks he strays

Enter Duke, Tuurio, and PROTEUS.
With willing sport to the wide ocean.

Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile; Then, let me go, and hinder not my course.

We have some secrets to confer about.I'll be as patient as a gentle stream,

[Exit THURIO. And make a pastime of each weary step,

Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? Till the last step have brought me to my love;

Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would discover, And there I'll rest, as, after much d turmoil, A blessed soul doth in Elysium.

The law of friendship bids me to conceal; Luc. But in what habit will you go along?

But, when I call to mind your gracious favors

Done to me, undeserving as I am, Jul. Not like a woman, for I would prevent

My duty pricks me on to utter that, The loose encounters of lascivious men.

Which else no worldly good should draw from me. Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds

Know, worthy prince, sir Valentine, my friend, As may beseem some well-reputed page. Luc. Why, then your ladyship must cut your hair. Myself am one made privy to the plot.

This night intends to steal away your daughter: Jul. No, girl; I'll knit it up in silken strings,

I know you have determin'd to bestow her With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots:

On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates; To be fantastic, may become a youth

And should she thus be stol'n away from you, Of greatere time than I shall show to be.

It would be much vexation to your age. Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose

breeches ? Jul. That fits as well, as tell me, good my lord, Than, by concealing it, heap on your head

To cross my friend in his intended drift, * Confederate. Intended. Teach ; instruct.- Trouble. " of greater time," i. e., of more pretension

Hoop petticoat.— Delay.

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