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In this play there is a strange mixture of knowledge and ignorance, of care and negligence. The versification is often tacellent, the allusions are learned and just ; but the author conveys his heroes by sea from one inland town to another in the same country: he places the emperor at Milan, and sends his young men to attend him, but never Bentions him more; he makes Proteus, after an interview with Silvia, say he has only seen her picture: and, if we may credit the old copies, he has, by mistaking places, left his scenery inextricable. The reason of all this confusion Berns to be, that he took his story from a novel, which he sometimes followed, and sometimes forsook; sometimes remem bered, and sometimes forgot.
That this play is rightly attributed to Shakspeare, I have little doubt. If it be taken from him, to whom shall it be given? This question may be asked of all the disputed plays, except Titus Andronicus; and it will be found more credible, that Shakspeare might sometimes sink below his highest flights, than that any other should rise up to his lowest.
DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia.
PANTHỊNO, Servant to Antonio.
Host, where Julia lodges in Milan,
JULIA, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.
SILVIA, the Duke's Daughter,
beloved by Valentine, SPEED, a cloronisk Servant to Valentine,
LUCETTA, Waiting-woman to Julia.
Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.
But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. I rather would entreat thy company,
Val. Sweet Protens, no; now let us take our leave To see the wonders of the world abroad,
At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters,
Of thy success in love, and what news else
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan ! Pro. Wilt thou be gone ? Sweet Valentine, adieu! Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell. Think on thy Proteas, when thou, haply, seest
[Exit Valentine Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel :
Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love. Wish me partaker in thy happiness,
He leaves his friends, to dignify them more;
Thon, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me;
War with good counsel, set the world at nought;
Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love,
Enter SPEED. How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.
Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: saw you my master? Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love; Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for For be was more than over shoes in love.
Milan. Pal. Tis true; for you are over boots in love, Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd already; And yet you never swam the Hellespont.
And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him.
An if the shepherd be awhile away.
To be then, and I a sheep?
[I wake or sleep. looks,
Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether With heart-sore sighs ; one fading moment's mirth, Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights : Speed. This proves me still a sheep. if baply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;
Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. However, but a folly bought with wit,
Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another Or else a wit by folly vanquished.
Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my Fal. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll master seeks not me : therefore, I am no sheep, prore.
Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, Pro Tis love yoa cavil at; I am not love. the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou for
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you: wages followest thy master, thy master for wages And be, that is so yoked by a fool,
follows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep. Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.
Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa. Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud Pro. Bat dost thou hear? gav'st thou my letter to The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Julia ? Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
Speed. Ay, sir; I, a lost mutton, gave your letter Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud to her, a laced mutton; and she, à laced mutton, Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,
gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour. Even so by love the young and tender wit
Pro. Here's too small a pastare for such a store
(best stick her. Jul.And woald'st thou hare me cast my love on him? Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mor'd me.
(for carrying your letter. Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me Jul. His little speaking shews his love bat small. Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold. Luc. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all. Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love. over,
[lover. Luc. O, ihey love least, that let men know their 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your Jul. I would, I knew his mind.
I love Pro. But what said she ? did she nod ?
Peruse this paper, madam. Speed. I. [Speed nods. Jul. To Julia, Say,
from whom? Pro. Nod, I; wby, that's noddy.
That the contents will sbew. Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee ? you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I.
Luc. Sir Valentine's page ; and sent, I think, from Pro. And that set together, is-noddy.
Proteus : Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, together, take it for your pains.
[letter. Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray. Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the Jul. Now, by my mcdesty, a goodly broker! Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines?
To whisper and conspire against my youth? Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me? Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth,
Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; hav And you an officer fit for the place. ing nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains. There, take the paper, see it be return'd; Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Or else return no more into my sight.
(hate. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. Luc. To plead for love, deserves more fee than
Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief: what Jul. Will you be gone ? said she ?
That you may raminate. [Erit. Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the Jul. And yet, I would, I had o'erlook'd the letter. matter, may be both at once delivered. (she? It were a shame to call her back again, Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains: what said And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. What fool is she, that knows I am a maid,
Pro. Why ? Could'st thou perceive so much from And would not force the letter to my view! her?
Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from which they would have the profferer construe, Ay her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your Fie, fie ! how wayward is this foolish love, letter: and being so hard to me that brought your That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard
to you in telling And presently, all humble, kiss the rod! her mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as How charlishly I chid Lucetta hence, hard as steel.
When willingly I would have had her here! Pro. What, said she nothing ?
How angrily I taught my brow to frown, Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile ! pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have My penance is, to call Lacetta back, testern'd me; in reqaital whereof, henceforth carry And ask remission for my folly past :your letters yourself : and so, sir, I'll commend you What ho! Lucetta! to my master.
[wreck; Pro. Go, go, be gyne, to save your ship from
Re-enter LUCETTA. Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
What would your ladyship Being destined to a drier death on shore :
Jul. Is it near dinner-time? I must go send some better messenger;
I would it were I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines,
That you might kill your stomach on your meat, Receiving them from such a worthless post. And not upon your maid.
What is't you took up
So gingerly ?
Why didst thoa stoop, then Jul. Bat say, Lucetta, now we are alone,
Luc. To take a paper up, that I let fall.
Nothing concerning me'. Jul. Or all the fair resort of gentlemen,
Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. That every day with parle encoanter me,
Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, In thy opinion, which is worthiest love?
Unless it have a false interpreter. Luic. Please you, repeat their names, I'll shew Jul. Some love
of yours hath writ to you in rhyme According to my shallow simple skill. (my mind Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune :
Jul. What think'st thou of the fair sir Eglamour? Give me a note : your ladyship can set.
Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible : But, were I you, he never should be mine.
Best sing it to the tune of Light o'love. Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ? Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune. Luc. Well of his wealth ; bat of himself, so, so. Jul. Heavy ? belike, it hath some burden then. Jul. What think'st thon of the gentle Proteus ? Luc. Ay; and melodions were it, would you Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us!
Jul. And why not you? Jul. How now! what means this passion at his
I cannot reach so high.
Jul. Let's see your song :- How now, minion? Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame, And yet, melhinks, I do not like this tune.
Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out.
Jul. You do not?
Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.
Luc. Nay, now you are too flat, Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; Avd mar the concord with too harsh a descant I think him so, because I think him so.
There wanteth but a mean to fill your song.
(sing it. Jul. The mean is drown'd with your aurely base. Ant. I know it well.
[ thither : Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus.
Pan. "Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Here is a coil with protestation !--(Tears the letter.) Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen; Go, get you gone ; and let the papers lie:
And be in eye of every exercise, You would be fingering them, to anger me.
Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. Luc. She makes it strange ; but she would be Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd best pleas'd
And, that thou may’st perceive how well I like it, To be so anger'd with another letter. (Exit. The execution of it shall make known;
Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! Even with the speediest execution
Are journeying to salute the emperor,
Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go : I throw thy name against the bruising stones, And, in good time,-now will we break with him. Trampling contemptnously on thy disdain.
Pro. Sweet love ! sweet lines, sweet life!
Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn: But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down?
0, that our fathers would applaud our loves, Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,
To seal our happiness with their consents ? Till I have found each letter in the letter,
O heavenly Julia !
(there? Except mine own name ; that some whirlwind bear
Ant. How now? what letter are you reading Into a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or And throw it thence into the raging sea!
Of commendation sent from Valentine, [two Lo bere in one line is his name twice writ,
Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. Puor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,
Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. To the sweet Julia ; that I'll tear away;
Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes And yet I will not, sith so prettily
How happily he lives, how well-belov'd, He couples it to his complaining names ;
And daily graced by the emperor; Tues will I fold them one upon another;
Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.
Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish ?
Pro. As one relying on your lordship’s will,
And not depending on his friendly wish.
Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish : Jul. Well, let us go
(stays. For what I will, I will, and there an end.
With Valentinus in the emperor's court;
What maintenance he from his friends receives, Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.
To-morrow be in readiness to go: Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them.
Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided; see things too, although you jodge I wink.
(thee : Jul. Come, come will’t please you go? | Exeunt: Please you, deliberate a day or two.
Ant. 'Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after ke IIL.–The same. A Room in Antonio's house. No more of stay ; to-morrow thou must go. Se
Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO.
To hasten on his expedition. (Exeunt Ant. and Pan. Aut. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that,
Pro. Thus have I sbunn'd the fire, for fear of berewith my brother held you in the cloister?
burning; Pan. 'Twas of his pephew Proteus, your son.
And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd: Ant. Why, what of him?
I feard to shew my father Jalia's letter,
Lest he should take exceptions to my love ·
Hath he excepted most against my love. but forth their sons, to seek preferment out:
O, how this spring of love resembleth bae, to the wars, to try their fortune there;
The uncertain glory of an April day; mane, to discover islands far away;
Which now shews all the beauty of the sun, ne, to the studiogs universities.
And by and by a cloud takes all away! aby, or for all these exercises,
Re-enter PANTHINO. E sad, that Proteus, your son, was meet; ad did request me, to importune you,
Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you; let him spend his time no more at home,
He is in haste; therefore, I pray you, go. Thich would be great impeachment to his age,
Pro. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereto; having known no travel in his youth.
And yet a thousand times it answers no. (Exeunt Ant. No need'st thou much importune me to that,
ACT II. hereon this month I have been hammering. are consider'd well his loss of time;
SCENE I.-Milan. An Apartment in the Duke's ad how he cannot be a perfect man,
Palace. it bring try'd and tutor'd in the world :
Enter VALENTINE and SPEED. ferience is by industry atchiev'd, id perfected by the swift course of time :
Speed. Sir, your glove.
Val. Not mine; my gloves are on. (but one ee, tell me, whither were I best to send him? Pan . I think, your lordship is not ignorant,
Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is
Val. Ha ! let me see : ay, give it me, it's mine :w his companion, youthful Valentine,
Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine ! leads the emperor in his royal court.
Ah Silvia ! Silvia !
Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia!
Speed. And have you ? Val. How now, sirrah?
Val. I have. Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.
Speed. Are they not lamely writ? Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her?
Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them ;Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook. Peace, here she comes. Val. Well, you'll still be too forward. (slow. Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too
Enter SILVIA. Val. Go to, sir ; tell me, do you know madam Speed. O excellent motion ! O exceeding puppet! Speed. She that your worship loves ?. (Silvia ? now will he interpret to her. (Aside.) (morrows. Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Val. Madam and mistress, a thonsand good
Speed. Marry, by these special marks :- First, Speed. 0, 'give you good even! here's a million you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreath your of manners.
(Aside. arms like a male-content; to relish a love-song, like Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thou a Robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like one that sand.
[it him. (Aside.) hath the pestilence;
to sigh, like a school-boy that Speed. He should give her interest, and she gives had lost his A, B, C; to weep, like a young wench Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter, that had buried her grandam; to fast, like one that Unto the secret nameless friend of yours; takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, to speak paling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You Bat for my duty to your ladyship.
(doc. were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; Sil. I thank you, gentle servant: 'tis very clerkly when you walked, to walk like one of the lions; Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; For, being ignorant to whom it goes, when you looked sadly, it was for want of money : I writ at random, very doubtfully. (pains? and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you Val. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write, my master.
Please you command, a thousand times as much: Val. Are all these things perceived in me? Speed. They are all perceived without you. Sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel: Val. Without me? they cannot.
And yet I will not name it :-and yet I care not;-| Speed. Without you; nay, that's certain, for, And yet take this again :-and yet I thank you; without you were so simple, 'none else would; but Meaning henceforth to trouble yon no more. you are so without these follies, that these follies are Speed. And yet you will; and yet another set within yon, and shine through you like the water in (Aside.).
[like it an urinal; that not an eye, that sees you, but is a Val. 'What means your ladyship? do you put physician to comment on your malady.
Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ: Val. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Sylvia ? But since unwillingly, take them again ; Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at Nay, take them. supper?
Val. Madam, they are for you. Val. Hast thou observed that? even she I mean. Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my request; Speed. Why, sir, I know her not.
But I will none of them; they are for you: Pal. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, I would have had them writ more movingly. aod yet k nowest her not?
Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another Speed. Is she not hard-favonred, sir?
Sil. And when it's writ, for my sake read it over Val. Not so fair, boy, as well favoured.
And if it please you, so; if not, why, so. Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.
Val. If it please me, madam! what then? Pal. What dost thou kpow? [favoured. Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well And so good-morrow, servant. [Éxit Silent
Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her Speed. O jest uuseen, inscrutable, invisible, favour infinite.
As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock ca Speed. That's because the one is painted, and
steeple! the other out of all count.
My master sues to her; and she hath taught be Val. How painted? and how out of count? He being her pupil, to become her tutor.
Speed. Marry, sir, so painted to make her fair, O excellent device was there ever heard a better that no man counts of her beauty. (beauty. That my master, being scribe, to himself shock Val. How esteemest thou me? I account of her
write the letter? Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed. Val. How now, sir? what, are you reasoning wit Val. How long hath she been deformed?
yourself? Speed. Ever since you loved her.
Speed. Nay, I was rhyming ; 'tis you that has Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her; and the reason. still I see her beautiful.
Val. To do what? Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her. Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia Val. Why?
Val. To whom?
( fgur Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had Speed. To yourself: why, she wooes you by mine eyes; or your own had the lights they were Val. What figure ? wont to have when you chid at sir Proteus for going Speed. By a letter, I should say. ungartered!
Val. Why, she hath not writ to me? Val. What should I see then?
Speed. What needs she, when she hath mades Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the je deformity: for he, being in love, could not see to Val. No, believe me garter his hose ; and you, being in love, cannot see Speed. No believing you indeed, sir; bat did y to put on your hose.
perceive her earnest? Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love ; for last Val. She gave me none, except an angry word morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.
Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter. Speed. True, sir, I was in love with my bed: I Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend. thank you, you swinged me for my love, which Speed. And that letter hath she deliverid, a: makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.
there an end. Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.
Val. I would, it were no worse. Speed. I would you were set; so your affection Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well : would cease.
[lines to one she loves. For often you have writ to her; and she, in model Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some or else for want of idle time, could not again reis
Or fearing else some messenger, that might her the matter? why weep'st thon, man?, Away, ass; mind discover,
you will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer. Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto Laun. It is no matter if the tý'd were lost; for it her lover.
is the unkindest ty'd that ever any man ty'd. All this I speak in print, for in print I found it.-- Pan. What's the unkindest tide ? Why mase you, sir? 'tis dinner time.
Laun. Why, he that's tyd here; Crab, my dog. Val. I have dined.
Pan. Tat, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood : and, Speed. Ay, bat hearken, sir; thongh the cameleon in losing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, in losing Love can feed on the air, I am one that am pourished thy voyage, lose thy master, and, in losing thy master, by my victuals, and would fain have meat; O, be not lose thy service; and, in losing thy service,-Why like your mistress; be moved, be moved. [ Exeunt. dost thou stop my mouth ?
Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue. SCENE II.- Verona. A Room in Julia's House.
Pan. Where should I lose my tongue ?
Laun. In thy tale.
Pan. In thy tail ? Jul . I must, where is no remedy:
Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the Pro. When possibly I can, I will return. master, and the service? The tide ! -Why, man, Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner: if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake. tears; is the wind were down, I could drive the boat (Giving a ring.) with my sighs.
[thee. Pro. Why then we'll make exchange ; here, take Pan. Come, come away, man; I was sent to call
Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest. Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.
Pan. Wilt thou go? Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy;
Laun. Well, I will go.
[Exeunt, And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day,
SCENE IV.-Milan. An Apartment in the Duke's Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,
Enter VALENTINE, SILVIA, THURIO, and SPEED. My father stays my coming; answer not;
Sil. ServantThe tide is now: nay, not the tide of tears;
Val. Mistress? That tide will stay me longer than I should
Speed. Master, sir Thurio frowns on yoa.
[Exit Julia. Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.
Val. Of my mistress then.
Sil. Servant, you are sad.
Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so. Pro. Go; I come, I come:
Thu, Seem you that you are not?
Val. Haply I do.
Val. So do you.
Thu. What seein I, that I am not?
Thu. And how quote you my folly?
[coloar? ar cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio? do you change prest perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of bed one tear, he is a stone, a very pebble-stone, cameleon. and has no more pity in him than a dog: a Jew would Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, de wept to have seen our parting; why, my grandam than live in your air. sing no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at
Val. You have said, sir. Artang. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it: This Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time. boe is my father ;-no, this left shoe is my father ;- Val. I know it well, sir; you always end ere you 0,00, this left shoe is my mother ;-nay, that cannot begin. so neither ;-yes, it is so, it is so; it hath the Sil
. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly forser sole: this shoe, with the hole in it, is my shot off. bother, and this my father; a vengeance on't! there Val. 'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver. 18: now, sir, this staff is my sister; for, look you, Sil. Who is that, servant ? he is as white as a lily, and as small as a wand: Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire lis bat is Nan, our maid; I am the dog :-10, the sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's
himself, and I am the dog,-0, the dog is me, looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly in your I am myself; ay, so, so.Now come I to my company. ther; Father, your blessing ; now should not the Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I be speak a word for weeping; vow should I kiss shall make your wit bankrupt. 9 father; well, he weeps on :-now come I to my
Val. I know it well, siri you have an exchequer seber
, (, that she could speak now!) like a good of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your manan ;-well, I kiss her ;-why, there 'tis; here's followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, that I mother's breath up and down' now come I to my they live by your bare words.
(father. ster; mark the moan she makes: now, the dog all Šil. No more, gentlemen, no more; here comes my is while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word; but te how I lay the dust with my tears.
Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset. Enter PANTHINO. Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard ; thy master is What say you to a letter from your friends tipped and thou art to post after with oars. What's Of much good news?