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you found it.
And deal in her command without her power: And worship this dull fool?
Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death.
To my poor cell; where you shall take your rett Alor. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? For this one night; which (part of it) I'll waste Seb. He's drunk now: Where had he wine? With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it
Alor. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where should Go quick away; the story of my life,
Since I caine to this ille: And in the morn,
Of these our dear beloved solemniz'd;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
[Pointing to Caliban. Pro. I'll deliver all;
And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass
Be free, and fare thou well ! Pleale you, draw near,
? That is, I am all over a cramp: Prospero had ordered Ariel to florten up their finews tvith aged tramps. Touch not alludes to the foreness occalioned by then, In the next ne, the speaker confirms this mcaning by a quibble on the word fore.
Duke of Milan, father to Silvia.,
SPEED, a clownish servant to Valentine, VALENTINE, } the two Gentlemen.
LAUNCE, she like to Protheus.
PANTHIXO, servant to Antbonio.
Julia, a lady of Verona, belseid of Prozbeus. ECZAMOUR, agent for Silvia in ber escape., Silvia, the duke of Milan's daugbier, beloved of Host, where Julia lodges in Milan.
Valentine. OU I LAWS.
LUCETTA, waiting-woman to Julia.
S C Ε Ν Ε Ι.
Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. An open place in Verona.
Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, Enter Valentine and Protheus.
How young Leander cross'u the Hellefpont. Fal. EASE to persuade, my loving Protheus; Pro. That's a deep Itory of a deeper love;
Home-keeping youth have ever homely For he was more than over' Thoes in love. Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days (wits : Val. 'Tis true ; for you are over boots in love, To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love, And yet you never swom the Hellefpont. I rather would entreat thy company,
Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Val. No, I will not; for it boots thee not. Than, living dully suggardizid at home,
Pro. What ? Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with But, fince thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein,
groans ; Even as I would, when I to love begin. Còy looks, with heart-fore sighs; one fading man Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Swect Valentine, adieu!
ment's mirth, Think on thy Protheus, when thou, haply, feest With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights : Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel : If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain ; With me partaker in thy happiness, [ger, If lost, why then a grievous labour won; When thou dost meet good hap; and; in thy dan. However, but a folly bought with wit, If ever danger do environ thee,
Or else a wit by folly vanquished. Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fooli For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine.
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll Val. And on a love-book pray success. Pro. 'Tis loveyou cavilat; I am not love. (prove.
Theobald pronounces this to be a proverbial expression, though now disused, lignifying, Don't make a laughinz-tock of me; don't play upon me. Mr. Steevens, however, is of opinion, that it might take its origin from a sport the country people in Warwickshire use at their harvelt-home, where one fits as judge to try misdemeanors committed in harveft, and the punishment for the men is to be laid on a bench, and Napp'd on the breech with a pair of boots. This they call giving them the boots, He also adds, that the boots were an ancient engine of torture. C4
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you ; * Pro. But doft thou hear? gav'it thou my letter And he that is yo yoked by a fool,
to Julia ? Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.
Speed. Ay, fir: I a lot mutton', gave your Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud letter to her, a lac'd mutton; and she, a lac'd mutThe eating canker dwells, so ejting love tona, gave me, aloft mutton, nothing for my labour. Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
Pr.. Here's too smalla paiture for such a 1tore of Val. And writers say, As the ntoft forward bud muttons Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,
Speed. If the ground be over-charg'd, you were Even 10 by love the young and tender wit
best stick ler. Is turud to folly ; blasting in the bud,
Pro. Nay, in that you are a stray ; 'twere best Lasing his verdure even in the prime,
pound you. And all the fair effects of future hopes.
Speedt. Nay, fir, less than a pound shall serve me But wherefore
waite I tihle to comet thee, for carrying your tetter. That art a votary to fond desire ?
Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, 2 pinfold. Once more adieu : my father at the road
Specit. From a pound to a pin? Fold it over and Expects my coming, there to see me ihipp'd.
over, Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. 'Tis thivefold too little for carrying a letter to your
Val. Sweet Protheus, no; now let us take our lover. At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, [leave. Pro. But what said the did the nod. [Speed nods. Of thy success in love, and what news elle
Speed. I: Betideth here in absence of thy friend;
1in. Nod, 1? why, that's noddy 3.' And I likewise will visit thee with mine.
Speed. You mistook, sir; I (aid The did nod: Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! and
me, if the did nod; and I said, I. Val. As much to you ai home! and so farewell! Pro, And that set together, is----10ddy.
[Exit. Spied. Now you have taken the pains to fer it toPro. He after honour hunts, I after love : gether, take it for your pains. He leaves his friends, to dignify them more ; Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter. I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos’d me; Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, Pro. Why, fir, how do you bear with me? War with good counsel, fet the world at nought ; Speed. Marry, fır, the letter very orderly; have Malle wic with mi.fing weak, heart fick with ing nothing but the word noddy for my pains. thought.
Pro. Bethrew me, but you have a quick wit. Enter Speed.
Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your Now purse. Speed. Sir Protheus, save you: Saw you my master? Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief : Pro. But now he parted hence to embark for Milan. What said the?
Speed. Twenty to onethen, he is thipp'd already ; Speed. Open your purle ; that the money, and And I have play'd the sheep in losing him. the matter, may be both at once deliver'd.
Pro. Indeed, a theep doth very often stray, Pro. Well, fir, here is for your pains : What And if the thepherd be awhile away.
faid the Speed. You concinde, that my matter is a thep Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. herd then, and I a theep?
Pro. Why? could'At thou perceive so much from Pro. I do.
her ? Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whe Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from ther I wake or fleep.,
her ; 110, not so much as a ducket for delivering Pro. A filly answer, and fitting well a Theep. your lctter : And being 10 hard to me that brought si Speed. This proves me still a theep.
your mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in Pro. True ; and thy master. Thepherd. telling lier mind. Give her no token but stones; - Speed, Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. for the's as hard as 1teel.
Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another. Pro. What, said the nothing?
Speed. The shepherd seeks the theep, and not Speed. No, not so much as--take rhis for the the incep the Mepherd ; but I leek my matter, and pains. Tu teitify your bounty, I thank you, you my malter seeks not me: therefore I am no fheep. have teftern'd 4 me; in requital whereof, hence
Pro. The sheep for fudder follows the Ihepherd, furth carry your letters yourself; and so, fir, 171 the shepherd for the food follows not the theep; commend you to my matter. thover for Wages followeft thy matter, thy inafter for Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your Mip from wages follows not thee : therefore thou art a theep. Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, [wreck;
Speed. Such another proot will make me cry bia. Being destin'd to a drier death on Thore :
1) Specd calls himself a loft mutton, because he had loft his maier, and because Protheus had been proving him a sheep. 2 Cuigrase, in his English-French Dictionary, cxplains lu' miilior by a girl of plesjure., a lac'd mution was fo ctablitacd a name for a courtezan, that a ttreet in Clerkenwell, which was much frequented by women of the town, was formerly callid Alution-lane. 3 Noddy #45 a game at cards. 4 That is, you hare gratificd me with a ir fiet, ieiein, or icter, that is, with a fixpence.
1 must go send some better messenger ;
Or else return no more into my sight. (hate. I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines,
Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than Receiving them from such a worthless post. Jul. Will ye be gone?
[Exeunt severally. Luc. That you may ruminate. S CE N E II.
Jul. And yet, I would I had o'eriook'd the letter.
It were a shame, to call her back again,
And pray her to a fault for which I chid her.
Lu. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheed- Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that
Jul. Of all the fair refort of gentlemen, [fully. Which they would have the profferer construe, fly, That esery day with parle encounter me,
Fie, 'fie ! how wayward is this foolith love, In thy opinion which is worthiest love?
That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, Lic. Please you, repeat their names, I'll shew And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod!
How churlithly I chid Lucetta hence, According to my shallow simple skill. When willingly I would have had her here'!'
Jul. What think it thou of the fair Sir Eglamour? How angerly I taught my brow to frown,
Lui. As of a knight well spoken, neat and fine ; When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile !
Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? And ask remiffion for my folly pait:
Luc. I would, it were ; Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame, That you might kill your 3 stomach on your meat, That I, unworthy body as I am,
And not upon your maid.
Jul. What is 't that you
Jul. Why didit thou stoop then ?
Jul. And is that paper nothing?
Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Luc. Madain, it will not lyc where it concerns, Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never movd me. Untefs it have a file interpreter. Lur. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in thime. Jul. His little speaking shews his love but small. Luc. That I might fing it, madam, to a tune : Lut. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all. Give me a note ; your ladyship can set. Jul. They do not love, that do not shew their love. Ful. As little by such toys as may be possible : Luc. Oh, they love leiut, that let men know Beit sing it to the tune of Ligbt o loves their love.
Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune. Jul. I would I knew his mind.
Jul. Heary? belike, it hath some burden then. Lun. Peruse this paper, madam.
Luc. Ay; and melodious wereit, would you fing Jul. T. Julia,Say from whom?
Jul. And why not you ? Lxt. That the contents will shew.
Luc. I cannot reach fo high. Jul. Say, say ; who gave it thee?
Jul. Let's see your long :
-How now, minion? Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out a from Protheus :
And yet, methinks, I do not like this cune.
Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker 2! Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.
Jul. The mean is drown'd with your uzruly base. There, take the paper, see it be return'd;
Lur. Indeed, I bid the base o for Protheus.
i To cenfure means, in this place, to pass sentence. 2 A broker was used for matchmaker, fometimes for procurels. 3 Stomach was used for paspon or ortinacy. 4 Descant is a term in music. 5 The mean is the tenor in music. 6 The speaker here turns the allusion (which her mistress cmployed, from the base in mufic to a country exercise, Bid the bose: in which tome purlue, and others are made prisoners.
Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Put forth their sons to seek preferment out?
He said, that Protheus, your son, was meet ;
Which would be great impeachment 3 to his age, Oh hateful hands, to tear such loving words ! In having known no travel in his youth.
[that Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey, Art. Nor need'it thou much importune me to And kill the bees that yield it, with your stings! Whereon this month I have been hanımering. I'll kiss each several paper for amends.
I have confider'd well his loss of time; Look, here is writ-kind Julia ;-unkind Julia ! And how he cannot be a perfect man, As in revenge of thy ingratitude,
Not being try'd, and tutorid in the world : I throw thy name against the bruising stones, Experience is by indultıy atchiev'd, Trampling contemptuously on thy dildain. And perfected by the swift course of time : Look, here is writ--love-wounded Protheus : Then, tell me, whither were I best to lend him? Poor wounded name ! my bosom, as a bed, heal’d; Part. I think, your lordship is not ignorant, Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly How his companion, youthful Valentine, And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. Attends the emperor in his royal court. But twice, or thrice, was Protheus written down : Art. I know it well.
(hin thither : Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away, Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent Till I have found each letter in the letter, (bear There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Except mine own name; that some whirlwind Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen; Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
And be in eye of every exercise, And throw it thence into the raging sca!
Worthy his youth, and nobleness of birth. Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ, Art. I like thy counsel ; well hatt thou advis'd : Poor forlorn Protheus, pasionate Protheus, And, that thou may'lt perceive how well I like it, To the sweet Julia ; --that I'll tear away ; The execution of it thall make known; And yet I will not, sith so prettily
Even with the speedicít expedition He couples it to his complaining names;
I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. [phonso, Thus will I fold them one upou another ;
Pirni. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Al-
Are journeying to falute the emperor,
[stays. fint. Gooi company; with them fhall Protheus Lui. What, Thall these papers lie like tell-tales And, in good time", -now will we break with him. here?
Enter Protbeuse Jul. If thou respect them, best to take them up. Pro. Sweet love! fwcet lines ! sweet life! Lic. Nay, I was taken up for laying them Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; down:
Here is her Vath for love, her honou's pawn : Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. Oh! that our fathers would applaud our loves,
Jul. I lọe, you have a month's mind to them". To seal our happiness with their consents !
Art. How now? what letter are you reading I see things too, although you judge I wink. Pro. May ’t please your lordship, 'tis a word or Jul. Come, come, will't please you go? (Exeunt. Of commendation fent from Valentine, [twe
Deliver'd by :: friend that came from him. [news. SCENE III.
Arif. Lend me the letter; let me see what Anthonio's house.
Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he Enter Artbonio and Parthino.
writes Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what fau 2 talk was How happily he lives, how well belov'd, that,
And daily grac'd by the emperor ; Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Withing me with bim, partner of his fortune.
Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Protheus, your son. Ant. And how stand you affected to his with ? Ant. Why, what of him?
Pro. As one relying on your lore!hip's will, · Part. He wonderd, that your lordihip And not depending on his friendly with. Would lutter him to spend his youth at home ; Ant. My will is fomething forted with his wishi : While other men, of Blender reputation,
Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed ;
1 A month's mind was an anniversary in times of popcry; or, as Mr. Ray calls it, a les solemnity directed by the will or the decealed. There was allo a year's mind, and a wiek's mind. See 110verbial Phrases. 2 Sud is the same as grave or serious. 3 Impeachment is hindrunis. 4 The old expresfion when something happened which luited the thing in hand, fimilar to the French a propos.