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A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, How, and which way, I may bestow myself,
Being unprevented, to your a timeless grave. To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.

Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care, Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words.
Which to requite, command me while I live. Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,
This love of theirs myself have often seen, More than quick words do move a woman's mind.
Haply, when they have judg'd me fast asleep, Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent her.
And oftentimes have purpos'd to forbid

Val. A woman sometime scorns what best contents Sir Valentine her company, and my court;

Send her another; never give her o'er, [her. But, fearing lest my jealous baim might err, For scorn at first makes after-love the more. And so unworthily disgrace the man,

If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you, (A rashness that I ever yet have shunn'd)

But rather to beget more love in you: I gave him gentle looks; thereby to find

If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone, That which thyself hast now disclos'd to me. For why, the fools are mad, if left alone. And, that thou may'st perceive my fear of this, Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested, For “get you gone," she doth not mean, "away." I nightly lodge her in an upper tower,

Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces; The key whereof myself have ever kept ;

Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces. And thence she cannot be convey'd away.

That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a mean If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. How he her chamber-window will ascend,

Duke. But she I mean is promis'd by her friends And with a corded ladder fetch her down; Unto a youthful gentleman of worth, For which the youthful lover now is gone,

And kept severely from resort of men, And this way comes he with it presently,

That no man hath access by day to her. Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. Val. Why, then I would resort to her by night. But, good my lord, do it so cunningly,

Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock'd, and keys kept That my discovery be not aimed at;

That no man hath recourse to her by night. [safe, For love of you, not hate unto my friend,

Val. What klets, but one may enterat her window? Hath made me publisher of this epretence.

Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground, Duke. Upon mine honor, he shall never know And built so shelving, that one cannot climb it That I had any flight from thee of this.

Without apparent hazard of his life. Pro. Adieu, my lord: sir Valentine is coming. Val. Why then, a ladder 'quaintly made of cords,

[Èxit. To cast up, with a pair of anchoring hooks, Enter VALENTINE, 1 in his cloak.

Would serve to scale another Hero's tower, Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast ?

So bold Leander would adventure it. Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger

Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, That stays to bear my letters to my friends, Advise me where I may have such a ladder. And I am going to deliver them.

Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me that. Duke. Be they of much import?

Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, Val. The tenor of them doth but signify That longs for everything that he can come by: My health, and happy being at your court.

Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. Duke. Nay, then no matter : stay with me awhile.

Duke. But hark thee; I will go to her alone. I am to break with thee of some affairs

How shall I best convey the ladder thither ? That touch me near, wherein thou must be secreta

Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it 'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought

Under a cloak that is of any length. To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter.

Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn? Val. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the match

Val. Ay, my good lord. Were rich and honorable: besides, the gentleman


Then, let me see thy cloak: Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities

I'll get me one of such another length. Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter.

Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord. Cannot your grace win her to fancy him?

Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak ? Duke. No, trust me: she is peevish, sullen, froward, I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.-(via ?” Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty;

What letter is this same? What's here ! To SilNeither regarding that she is my child,

And here an mengine fit for my proceeding! Nor fearing me as if I were her father:

[Ladder and letter fall out. And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers

I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. [Reads. Upon advice hath drawn my love from her; “My thoughts do harbor with my Silvia nightly; And, "where I thought the remnant of mine age

And slaves they are to me, that send them flying: Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty,

O! could their master come and go as lightly, I now am full resolv'd to take a wife,

Himself would lodge, where senseless they are lying. And turn her out to who will take her in:

My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them; Then, let her beauty be her wedding-dower;

While 1, their king, that thither them importune, For me and my possessions she esteems not.

Do curse the grace that with such grace hath bless'd Val. What would your grace have me to do in this ?

Because myself dowant my servants' fortune. [them, Duke. There is a lady in Milano here,

I curse myself, for they are sent by me, Whom I ' affect; but she is nice, and coy,

That they should harbor where their lord should be." And nought esteems my aged eloquence:

What's here? Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor,

Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee:" (For long agone I have forgot to court;

'Tis so; and here's the ladder for the purpose. Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd)

Why, Phašton, (for thou art · Merops' son)

k Hinders.-Ingeniously. Instrument.-“Thou art Me * Untimely.- Conjecture ; guess. Tempted. Guessed. rops' son," i. e., " Thou art Phaëton in thy rashness, but with- Design; scheme. Knowledge. Reflection; deliber- out his pretensions ; thou art a low-born wretch, the issue ate consideration. Whereas. Love.

of Merope, and not the son of a divinity."

Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car,

And now excess of it will make me surfcit. And with thy daring folly burn the world?

Doth Silvia know that I am banish'd ? Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thce ? Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom, Go, base intruder; over-weening slave :

(Which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual force) Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates, À sea of melting pearl, which some call tears: And think my patience, more than thy desert, Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd, Is privilege for thy departure hence.

With them, upon her knees, her humble self; Thank me for this, more than for all the favors Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee: As if but now they waxed pale for woe: [them, But if thou linger in my territories

But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Longer than swiftest expedition

Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears, Will give thee time to leave our royal court, Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire, By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die. I ever bore my daughter, or thyself.

Besides, her intercession chaf'd him so, Begone: I will not hear thy vain excuse ;

When she for thy repeal was suppliant, But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from hence. That to close prison he commanded her,

[Exit DUKE. With many bitter threats of 'biding there. Val. And why not death, rather than living tor Val. No more; unless the next word that thou To die is to be banish'd from myself,

[ment ? speak'st And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her,

Have some malignant power upon my life: Is self from self; a deadly banishment.

If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear, What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?

As ending anthem of my endless a dolor. What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by ?

Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, Unless it be, to think that she is by,

And study help for that which thou lamentest. And feed upon the shadow of perfection.

Time is the nurse and breeder of all good. Except I be by Silvia in the night,

Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love; There is no music in the nightingale ;

Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life. Unless I look on Silvia in the day,

Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, There is no day for me to look upon.

And manage it against despairing thoughts. She is my essence; and I a leave to be,

Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence; If I be not by her fair influence

Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive.

Even in the milk-white e bosom of thy love. I fly not death, to bfly his deadly doom:

The time now serves not to expostulate : Tarry I here, I but attend on death ;

Come, I'll convey thee through the city-gate,
But, fly I hence, I fly away from life.

And, ere I part with thee, confer at large

Of all that may concern thy love affairs.

As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself, Pro. Run, boy; run, run, and seek him out.

Regard thy danger, and along with me. Launce. So-ho! so-ho!

Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy, Pro. What seest thou ?

Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north-gate. Launce. Him we go to find: there's not a hair on's

Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. head, but 'tis a Valentine.

Val. O my dear Silvia ! hapless Valentine ! Pro. Valentine ?

[Exeunt VALENTINE and PROTEUS. Val. No.

*Launce. I am but a fool, look you, and yet I have Pro. Who then ? his spirit?

the wit to think, my master is a kind of a knave; Val. Neither.

but that's all one, if he be but one 'knave. He lives Pro. What then?

not now, that knows me to be in love: yet I am in Val. Nothing.

love; but a team of horse shall not pluck that from Launce. Can nothing speak ? master, shall I strike? me, nor who 'tis I love; and yet 'tis a woman: but Pro. Whom wouldst thou strike?

what woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a Launce. Nothing.

milk-maid ; yet 'tis not a maid, for she hath had Pro. Villain, forbear.

& gossips : yet 'tis a maid, for she is her master's Launce. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray you,- maid, and serves for wages. She hath more quali

Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear.-Friend Valentine, a ties than a water-spaniel, which is much in a bare word.

[news, Christian. Here is the cat-log (pulling out a Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good paper] of her conditions. Imprimis, "She can So much of bad already hath possess'd them. fetch and carry." Why, a horse can do no more:

Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, nay, a horse cannot fetch, but only carry; therefore, For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad.

is she better than a jade. Item, " She can milk ;" Val. Is Silvia dead ?

look you, a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands. Pro. No, Valentine. Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia !

Enter SPEED. Hath she forsworn me?

Specd. How now, signior Launce? what news with Pro. No, Valentine.

your mastership? Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forswor me! Launce. With my master's ship? why, it is at sea. What is your news?

Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake the word. Launce. Sir, there is a proclamation that you are What news, then, in your paper ? vanish'd.

Launce. The blackest news that ever thou heard'st. Pro. That thou art banish'd: 0! that is the news, From hence, from Silvia, and from me, thy friend. • Recall. Grief.-— Women anciently had a pocket in Val. O! Í have fed upon this woe already, the fore part of their stays, in which they carried not only

love letters and love-tokens, but even their money." But

one knave," i. e., not a double knave.--"Gossips," tattling * Cease -b"To fly," i. e., by flying--a Gallicism. women who attend accouchements.

Speed. Why, man, how black ?

therefore it is more than the salt: the hair, that Launce. Why, as black as ink.

covers the wit, is more than the wit, for the greater Speed. Let me read them.

[read: hides the less. What's next? Launce. Fie on thee, jolt-head! thou canst not Speed. —"And more faults than hairs," Speed. Thou liest, I can.

[thee? Launce. That's monstrous: 0, that that were out! Launce. I will try thee. Tell me this: who begot Speed. "And more wealth than faults." Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather.

Launce. Why, that word makes the faults graLaunce. O, illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy cious. Well, I'll have her; and if it be a match, as grandmother. This proves that thou canst not read. nothing is impossible, Speed. Come, fool, come: try me in thy paper. Speed. What then? Launce. There, and saint a Nicholas be thy speed! Launce. Why, then will I tell thee,--that thy masSpeed. Imprimis, “ She can milk."

ter stays for thee at the north-gate. Launce. Ay, that she can.

Speed. For me? Speed. Item, "She brews good ale."

Launce. For thee? ay; who art thou? he hath Launce. And thereof comes the proverb, -Bless- stay'd for a better man than thee. ing of your heart, you brew good ale.

Speed. And must I go to him? Speed. Item, “ She can sew."

Launce. Thou must run to him, for thou hast stay'd Launce. That's as much as to say, Can she so ? so long, that going will scarce serve the turn. Speed. Item, “She can knit."

Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner

? pox of your Launce. What need a man care for a stock with love-letters.

[Exit,a running. a wench, when she can knit him a stock?

Launce. Now will he be dswing'd for reading my Speed. Item, "She can wash and scour." letter. An unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself

Launce. A special virtue; for then she need not into secrets.—I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correcbe wash'd and scour'd.


[Exit. Speed. Item, “She can spin.”

Launce. Then may I set the world on wheels, SCENE II.-The Same. An Apartment in the when she can spin for her living. Speed. Item, “She hath many nameless virtues.”

Duke's Palace. Launce. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues;

Enter Duke and Thurio.3 that, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not but that she will love have no names.

Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. [you, Speed. Here follow her vices.

Thu. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most; Launce. Close at the heels of her virtues,

Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me, Speed. Item,“ She is not to be kissed fasting, in That I am desperate of obtaining her. respect of her breath."

Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure Launce. Well, that fault may be mended with a Trench'd in ice, which with an hour's heat breakfast. Read on.

Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form.
Speed. Item, “She hath a sweet mouth."

A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,
Launce. That makes amends for her sour breath. And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.
Speed. Item, "She doth talk in her sleep."
Launce. It's no matter for that, so she i slip not

4 Enter PROTEUS. in ber talk.

How now, sir Proteus! Is your countryman, Speed. Item, “She is slow in words."

According to our proclamation, gone? Launce. O villain! that set this down among her Pro. Gone, my good lord. rices? To be slow in words is a woman's only vir Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously. tue: I pray thee, out with't, and place it for her Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. chief virtue.

Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so. Speed. Item, “She is proud."

Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee, Launce. Out with that too : it was Eve's legacy, (For thou hast shown 5 sure sign of good desert) and cannot be ta'en from her.

Makes me the better to confer with thee. Speed. Item, "She hath no teeth."

Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, Launce. I care not for that neither, because I Let me not live to look upon your grace. love crust.

Duke. Thou know'st how willingly I would effect Speed. Item, “She is curst."

[bite. The match between sir Thurio and my daughter. Launce. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to Pro. I do, my lord. Speed. Item,“ She will often praise her liquor." Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant

Launce. If her liquor be good, she shall : if she How she opposes her against my will. will not, I will; for good things should be praised. Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. Speed. Item, “She is too liberal."

Duke. Ay, and perversely she persevers so. Launce. Of her tongue she cannot, for that's writ What might we do to make the girl forget down she is slow of: of her purse she shall not, for | The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio ? that I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she may, Pro. The best way is, to slander Valentine and that cannot I help. Well, proceed.

With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent; Speed. Item,“ She hath more hair than wit, and Three things that women highly hold in hate. more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults." Duke. Ay, but she'll think that it is spoke in hate.

Launce. Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine, Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it: and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article. Therefore, it must

, with circumstance, be spoken Rehearse that once more.

By one whom she esteemeth as his friend. Speed. Item, "She hath more hair than wit," Duke. Then, you must undertake to slander him.

Launce. More hair than wit,-it may be; I'll Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do: prove it: the cover of the salt hides the salt, and

• Graceful. - & Whipped. - Carved, -(* With circuns* St. Nicholas presided over scholars - Stocking. stance," i. c., with incidental particulars.


"Tis an ill office for a gentleman,

Enter VALENTINE and SPEED. Especially, against his a very friend. [him, 3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about

Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you, [you; Your slander never can endamage him:

Speed. Sir, we are undone. These are the villains Therefore, the office is indifferent,

That all the travellers do fear so much. Being entreated to it by your friend.

Val. My friends, Pro. You have prevaild, my lord. If I can do it, 1 Out. That's not so, sir: we are your enemies. By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,

2 Out. Peace! we'll hear him. She shall not long continue love to him.

3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we; for he is a proper But say, this I wean her love from Valentine, It follows not that she will love sir Thurio.

Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose. Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from him, A man I am cross'd with adversity: Lest it should ravel, and be good to none,

My riches are these poor mhabiliments, You must provide to b bottom it on me;

of which if you should here disfurnish me, Which must be done, by praising me as much You take the sum and substance that I have. As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine. [ kind, 2 Out. Whither travel you !

Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this Val. To Verona. Because we know, on Valentine's report,

1 Out. Whence came you? You are already love's firm votary,

Val. From Milan. And cannot soon revolt, and change your mind. 3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there? [stay'd, Upon this warrant shall you have access

Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might have
Where you with Silvia may confer at large; If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.
For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy,

2 Out. What! were you banish'd thence ?
And for your friend's sake will be glad of you, Val. I was.
When you may temper her, by your persuasion, 2 Out. For what offence ?
To hate young Valentine, and love my friend.

Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse. Pro. As much as I can do I will effect.

I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent; But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough;

But yet I slew him manfully, in fight, You must lay d lime to tangle her desires

Without false vantage, or base treachery. By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes

1 Out. Why, ne'er repent it, if it were done so. Should be full ® fraught with serviceable vows. But were you banish'd for so small a fault? Duke. Ay, much is the force of heaven-bred poesy. Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom.

Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty 1 Out. Have you the a tongues? You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart. Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy, Write, till your ink be dry, and with your tears Or else I had been often miserable. Moist it again; and frame some feeling line, 3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar, That may discover 3 strict integrity :

This fellow were a king for our wild faction. For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews, 1 Out. We'll have him. Sirs, a word. Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,

4[ They talk apart. Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans

Speed. Master, be one of them: Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. It is an honorable kind of thievery. After your dire-lamenting elegies,

Val. Peace, villain! Visit by night your lady's chamber window

2 Out. Tell us this: have you any thing to take to? With some sweet fconsort: to their instruments Val. Nothing, but my fortune. Tune a deploring &dump; the night's dead silence 3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen, Will well become such sweet complaining grievance. Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth This, or else nothing, will kinherit her.

Thrust from the company of Pawful men: Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in love. Myself was from Verona banish'd,

Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in practice. For practising to steal away a lady, Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver, An heir, and near allied unto the duke. Let us into the city presently,

2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, To i sort some gentlemen well skill'd in music. Who, in my mood, I stabb'd unto the heart. I have a sonnet that will serve the turn

1 Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as these, To give the onset to thy good advice.

But to the purpose; for we cite our faults, Duke. About it, gentlemen.

That they may hold excus'd'our lawless lives : Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper, And, partly, seeing you are beautify'd And afterward determine our proceedings.

With goodly shape; and by your own report Duke. Even now about it: I will k pardon you. A linguist, and a man of such perfection,

[Exeunt. As we do in our " quality much want

2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man,

Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you.

Are you content to be our general ?

To make a virtue of necessity, SCENE I.-A Forest, between Milan ånd Verona. And live, as we do, in this wilderness ? [sort?

3 Out. What say'st thou? wilt thou be of our conEnter certain Outlaws.

Say, ay, and be the captain of us all. 1 Out. Fellows, stand fast: I see a passenger.

We'll do thee homage, and be rul'd by thee, 2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down with 'em. Love thee as our commander, and our king.

1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest • True.-"Bottom" is a housewife's term for the central substance upon which a ball of thread is wound.Manner; Comely; well-proportioned.- Garments. "Have you way.- Birdlime. Filled.-- Band of musicians.-- Mourn the tongues ?" i. e., Do you speak various languages ?" Fat ful elegy Win. Choose out. —{"I will pardon you," friar," i. e., Friar Tuck.

Reverend ; worshipful.- Anger; Le., I will excuse your attendance.

rage.- Profession; occupation,

2 Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have

Upon the dull earth dwelling: offer'd.

To her let us garlands bring. Val. I take your offer, and will live with you ;

Host. How now! are you sadder than you were Provided that you do no outrages

before? How do you, man? the music likes you not. On silly women, or poor passengers.,

Jul. You mistake: the musician likes me not. 3 Out. No; we detest such vile, base practices.

Host. Why, my pretty youth? Come, go with us: we'll bring thee to our 'cave,

Jul. He plays false, father. And show thee all the treasure we have got,

Host. How? out of tune on the strings? Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy * dispose.

Jul. Not so; but yet so fulse, that he grieves my [Exeunt.

very heart-strings.

Host. You have a quick ear. SCENE II.-Milan. The Court of the Palace.

Jul. Ay; I would I were deaf! it makes me have Enter PROTEUS.

a slow heart, Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine,

Host. I perceive, you delight not in music.

Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so. *[ Music plays again. And now I must be as unjust to Thurio.

Host. Hark! what fine change is in the music, Under the color of commending him,

Jul. Ay, that change is the spite. I have access my own love to prefer;

Host. You would not have them always play but But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,

one thing? To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.

Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. When I protest true loyalty to her,

But, Host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on, She twits me with my falsehood to my friend;

Often resort unto this gentlewoman ? When to her beauty I commend my vows,

Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, he She bids me think how I have been forsworn,

lov'd her out of all nick. In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov'd:

Jul. Where is Launce? And, notwithstanding all her sudden •quips,

Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, The least whereof would quell a lover's hope,

by his master's command, he must carry for a present Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love,

to his lady. The more it grows, and fawneth on her still.

Jul. Peace! stand aside: the company parts. But here comes Thurio. Now must we to her window,

Pro. Sir Thurio, fear you not: I will so plead, And give some evening music to her ear.

That you shall say my cunning drift excels.
Enter Thurio, and Musicians.

Thu. Where meet we?
Tku. How now, sir Proteus! are you crept before us ? Pro. At saint Gregory's well.

Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for, you know, that love Thu. Fareweli. [Exeunt Thurio and Musicians. Will creep in service where it cannot go.

Enter SILVIA above, at her window.
Thu. Ay; but I hope, sir, that you love not here.

Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship.
Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence.
Thu. Whom? Silvia ?

Sil. I thank you for your music, gentlemen.

Who is that, that spake ? Pro. Ay, Silvia,-for your sake. Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, You would quickly learn to know him by his voice.

Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, Let's tune, and to it lustily awhile.

Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it. Enter Host and Julia (in boy's clothes), behind. Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant.

Host. Now, my young guest; methinks you're ally Sil. What is your will ? cholly: I pray you, why is it?


That I may compass yours. Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. Sil. You have your wish: my will is even this, Host. Come, we'll have you merry. I'll bring you That presently you hie you home to bed. where you shall hear music, and see the gentleman Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man! that you ask'd for.

Think'st thou, I am so shallow, so conceitless, Jul. But shall I hear him speak ?

To be seduced by thy flattery, Host. Ay, that you shall.

That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows ? Jul. That will be music.

[Music plays. Return, return, and make thy love amends. Host. Hark! Hark!

For me, by this palo queen of night I swear, Jul. Is he among these ?

I am so far from granting thy request, Host. Ay; but peace! let's hear 'em.

That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit,

And by and by intend to chide myself,
Who is Silvia ? what is she,

Even for this time I spend in talking to thec.

Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady;
That all our swains commend her ?

But she is dead.
Holy, fair, and wiseas free;

Jul. [ Aside.] 'Twere false, if I should speak it ;
The heaven such grace did lend her,

For, I am sure, she is not buried.
That she might admired be.

Sil. Say, that she be ; yet Valentine, thy friend,
Is she kind, as she is fair,

Survives, to whom thyself art witness
For beauty lives with kindness ?

I am betroth'd; and art thou not asham'd
Love doth to her eyes repair,

To wrong him with thy importunacy?
To help him of his blindness ;

Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead.
And, being help'd, inhabils there.

Sil. And so, suppose, am I; for in his grave,

Assure thyself, my love is buried.
Then to Silvia let us sing,

Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.
That Silvia is excelling;

Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence ; She excels each mortal thing,

O"Out of all nick," i, e., beyond all reckoning, or count •Disposal.--"Sudden quips," i e., hasty, passionate re Reckonings were kept by hosts upon nicked or notched proaches.

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