Speed. Here follow her vices. Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues. Speed. Item, fhe is not to be kift fafting, in refpect of her breath. Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfaft: read on. Speed. Item, the hath a sweet mouth. Laun. That makes amends for her four breath. Laun. It's no matter for that, so she fleep not in her talk. Speed. Item, fhe is flow in words. Laun. O villain! that fet down among her vices ! to be flow in words is a woman's only virtue; I pray thee, out with't, and place it for her chief virtue Speed. Item, fhe is proud. Laun. Out with that too: it was Eve's legacy, and cannot be ta'en from her. Speed. Item, the hath no teeth. Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love crufts. Speed. Item, fhe is curft. Laun., Well; the beft is, fhe hath no teeth to bite. Laun. If her liquor be good, the fhall; if he will not, I will; for good things fhould be praised. Speed. Item, fhe is too liberal. Laun. Of her tongue he cannot; for that's writ down, fhe is flow of; of her purfe fhe fhall not, for that I'll keep shut; now of another thing the may, and that I cannot help. Well, proceed. Speed. Item, he hath more hairs than wit, and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults. Laun. Stop here; I'll have her; fhe was mine, and not mine, twice or thrice in that article. Rehearfe that once more. Speed. Item, fhe hath more hair than wit. Laun. More hair than wit, it may be; I'll prove it:. the cover of the falt hides the falt, and therefore, it is more than the falt; the hair, that covers the wit, is more more than the wit; for the greater hides the lefs. What's next? Speed. And more faults than hairs. Laun. That's monstrous: oh, that that were out! Laun. Why, that word makes the faults gracious: well, I'll have her; and if it be a match, as nothing is impoffible Speed. What then? Laun. Why then will I tell thee, that thy master ftays for thee at the north-gate. Speed. For me? Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou? he hath staid for a better man than thee. Speed. And muft I go to him? Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou haft ftaid fo long, that going will scarce ferve the turn. Speed. Why did'ft not tell me fooner; pox on your love-letters! Laun. Now will he be fwing'd for reading my letter: an unmannerly flave, that will thruft himself into fecrets.-I'll after to rejoice in the boy's correction. Enter Duke and Thurio. [Exeunt Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love you, Now Valentine is banish'd from her fight. Thu. Since his exile fhe hath despis'd me moft, Duke. This weak imprefs of love is as a figure How now, Sir Protheus? Is your countryman, Duke. My daughter takes his going heavily. Pro. Pro. A little time, my-Lord will kill that grief. Pro Longer than I prove loyal to your Grace. Let me not live to look upon your Grace, Duke. Thou know'ft, how willingly I would effect The match between Sir Thurio and my daughter. Pro. I do, my Lord. Duke. And alfo, I do think, thou art not ignorant How the opposes her against my will. Pro. She did, my Lord, when Valentine was here. Therefore it muft, with circumftance, be spoken Duke. Then you must undertake to flander him. Efpecially, against his very friend. Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage him, Your flander never can endamage him ; Therefore the office is indifferent, Being intreated to it by your friend. Pro. You have prevail'd, my Lord: if I can do it, By aught that I can speak in his difpraise, She fhall not long continue love to him. But fay, this weed her love from Valentine, (13) It follows not, that she will love Sir Thurio. (13) But fay, this weed her love-] This caft of reafoning very near refembles that of Davus in the Andria of Terence, A&t 2. Sc. 2. Ridiculum Caput! VOL. I. Thu. Thu. Therefore as you unwind her love from him, Left it should ravel, and be good to none, You must provide to bottom it on mne : Which must be done, by praifing me as much mind. Duke. And, Protheus, we dare truft you in this kind, For Orpheus' lute was ftrung with poets finews; Vifit by night your Lady's chamber-window Duke. This difcipline fhews, thou haft been in love. Το To fort fome Gentlemen well fkill'd in mufic; Pro. We'll wait upon your Grace, 'till after fupper } ACT IV. SCENE, a Foreft, leading towards Mantua. 3 Enter certain Out-laws. OUT-LAW. Ellows, ftand faft: I fee a paffenger. 2 Out. If there be ten, fhrink not, but down with 'em. Enter Valentine and Speed. Out. Stand, Sir, and throw us what you have about you; if not, we'll make you, Sir, and rifle you. Speed. Sir, we are undone; these are the villains, that all the travellers do fear fo much. Val. My friends, Out. That's not fo, Sir; we are your enemies. 2 Out. Peace, we'll hear him. 3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we; for he is a proper man. Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose; A man I am, crofs'd with adverfity; My riches are thefe poor habiliments, Of which if you should here disfurnish me, You take the fum and fubftance that I have, 2 Out. Whither travel you? Val. To Verona. 1 Out. Whence came you? 3 Out. Have you long fojourn'd there? Val. Some fixteen months; and longer might have staid, If crocked-fortune had not thwarted me. K 2 1 Out! |