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As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercnck on a my father wailing, my sister crying. our maid howl. steeple!

ing, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house My master sues to her; and she hath taught her in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted suitor,

cur shed one tear; he is a stone, a very pebbleHe being her pupil, to become her tutor.

stone, and has no more pily in him than a dog O excellent device! was there ever heard a better? Jew would have wept to have seen our parung; That my master, being scribe, to himself should why, my grandam having no eyes, look you, wepi write the letter?

herself blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you Pal. How now, sir ? what are you reasoning the manner of it: This shoe is my father; - no with yourself!

this left shoe is my father ; - no, no, this left shoe Sperid. Nay, I was rhyming ; 'tis you that have is my mother ;- nay, that cannot be so neither ;-the reason.

yes, it is so, it is so; it hath the worser sole; This Tai To do what ?

shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia. father ; A vengeance on't! there 'tis : now, sir, this Val. To whom?

statl' is my sister; for, look you, she is as white as a Speel. To yourself: why, she woos you by a lily, and as small as a wand; this hat is Nan, our figure?

maid ; I am the dog : - no, the dog is himself, and Val. What figure ?

I am the dog ;--0, the dog is me, and I am myself; Speedd. By a letter, I should say.

ay, so, so. Now come I to iny father; Father, your Val. Why, she hath not writ to me.

blessing ; now should not the shoe speak a word Speed. What need she, when she hath made you for weeping: now should I kiss my father; well, he write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest? weeps on : now come I to my mother, (0, that she Val. No, believe me.

could speak now !) like a wood« woman ;-- well, I Speet. No believing you, indeed, sir: But did | kiss her;-why there 'tis; here's my mother's breath you perceive her earnest?

up and down; now come I to my sister; mark the Val. She gave me none, except an angry word. moan she makes; now the dog all this while sheds Speel. Why, she hath given you a letter. not a tear, nor speaks a word; but see how I lay Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend.

the dust with my tears.
Speed. And that letter hath she delivered, and

Enter PANTHINO.
there an end.
l'al. I would it were no worse.

Punt. Launce, away, away, aboard ; thy master
Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well.

is shipped, and thou art to post alter with oars.

What's the matter? why weepest thou, man? Away, For often you have writ to her ; and she, in mo

ass; you will lose the tide, it you tarry any longer. desty,

Laun. It is no matter if the ty'd were lost: for
Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply; it is the unkindest ty'd that ever man ty d.
Or fearing else some messenger, that night her

Pant. What's the unkindest tide?
mint discorer,

Laun. Why, he that's tyd here; Crab, my dog. Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto

Pant. Tut, man, I mean thou’lt lose the flood : her lorer.

and, in losing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, in All this I speak in print ; for in print I found it, – losing thy voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing Why muse you sir! 'tis dinner-time.

thy master, lose thy service; and in losing thy serVal. I have dined.

vice, - Why dost thou stop my mouth.
Spel. Ay, but hearken, sir: though the chame. Laun. För fear thou should'st lose thy tongue.
leon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am

Pant. Where should I lose my tongue ?
nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat: Laun. In thy tale.
O, be not like your mistress; be moved, be moved. Pant. In thy tail?

(Exeunt.

Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the

master, and the service? The tide !- Why, man, if SCENE II. – Verona. A room in Julia's House. the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; Enter PROTECs and Julia.

if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with

my sighs. Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.

Pant. Come, come away, man; I was sent to Jul. I must, where is no remedy.

call thee.
Pro. When possibly I can, I will return.

Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.
J'!. If you iurn not, you will return the sooner:

Pant. Wilt thou go?
Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake.

Laun. Well, I will go.

(Excunt.
[Giving a ring.
Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; here take SCENE IV.- Milan. An Apartment in the Duke's
you this.

Palace.
Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.
Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy ;

Enter VALENTINE, SUVIA, THURIO, and SPEED.
And when that hour o'erslips me in the day,

Sil. Servant --
Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,

Val. Mistress?
The next ensuing hour some foul mischance

Speed. Master, sir Thurio frowns on you.
Torment me for iny love's forgetfulness!

Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.
My father stays my coming; answer not;

Speet. Not of you.
The tide is now: nay, not the tide of tears;

Val. Of my mistress then.
That tide will stay me longer than I should : Speed. 'Twere good, you knock'd him.

(Erit Julia.

Sil. Servant, you are sad.?
Julia, farewell. - What! gone without a word ! Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so.
Ay, so true love should do; it cannot speak;

Thu. Seem you that you are not ?
For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it.

Val. Haply, I do.

Thu. So do counterfeits.
Enter PANTANO.

Val. So do you.
Pant. Sir Proteus, you are staid for.

Thu. What seem I that I am not ?
Pr. Go; I come, I come ; -,

Val. Wise.
Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. Thu, What instance of the contrary ?

(Exeunt.

Val. Your folly.

Thu. And how quotes you my folly ?
SCENE III.- The same. A street.

Val. I quote it in your jerkin.
Enter LAUSCE, leading a dog.

Thu. My jerkin is a doublet.

Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly. Lam. Nay, it will be this hour ere I have done Thu. How ? Weeping: all the kind of the Launces have this Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio? do you change sery fault: I have received my proportion, like the color? prodigious son, and am going with sir Proteus to Val. Give him leave, madam ; he is a kind of the Imperials court. I think, Crab my dog be the chameleon. Rourest-ratured dog that lives: my mother weepi

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Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, To be my fellow.servant to your ladyship. than live in your air.

Sul. Too low a mistress for so higba servant. a. You have said, sir.

Pro. Not so, sweet lady: but too mean a serran
Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time.

To have a look of such a worthy mistress,
Val. I know it well, sir; you always end ere you sweat iady, entertain him for your servant.

Val. Leave off discourse of disability :-
begin.
Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and

Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else.

Sil. And duty never yet did want hir merd; quickly shot off. Val.' 'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver.

Servant, you are welcome to a wortbless nristress

Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself,
Sil. Who is that, servant ?

Sul. That you are welcome?
Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire :

Pro. sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's

No; that you are worth looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly in your

Enter Servant. company.

Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak I shall make your wit bankrupt.

you.
Val. I know it well, sir; you have an exchequer Sü. I'll wait upon his pleasure.

(Exit Sera of words, and I think no other treasure to give

Come, sir Thurio, your followers: for it appears by their bare liveries, Go with me:-Once more. new servant, welcome: that they live by your bare words.

I'll leave you to confer of horne-affairs;
Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more; here comes | When you have done, we look to hear from you.
my father.

Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship.
Enter DUKE.

(Exeunt SILVIA, THURIO, and SFE

Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence s Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.

came? Sir Valentine, your father's in good health:

Pro. Your friends are well, and have them mu What say you to a letter from your friends

commended. Of_much good news!

Val. And how do yours?
Val.
My lord, I will be thankful

From

I left them all in health To any happy messenger from thence. Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your country

Val. How does your lady? and how thrives you man?

love? Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman

Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you; To be of worth, and worthy estimation,

I know you joy not in a love-discourse. And nut without desert so well reputed.

Val. Ay, Proteus, but that life is altered now:
Duke, Hath he not a son !

I have done penancu for contemning love;
Val. Ay, my good Jord; a son that well deserves Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me
The honor and regard of such a father.

With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,
Duke. You know him well ?

With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs; Val. i knew him as myself; for from our infancy Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralld eyes,

For. in revenge of my contempt of love, We have conversed and spent our hours together; And made them watchers of mine own heart's con And though myself have been an idle truant, Omitting the sweet benefit of time,

O, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord; To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection ; And hath so humbled me, as I confess, Yet hath sir Proteus, for that's his name,

There is no woe to his correction,
Made use and fair advantage of his days;

Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth!
His years but young, but his experience old; Now, no discourse, except it be of love;
His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe; Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep,
And, in a word, (for far behind his worth

Upon the very naked name of love.
Come all the praises that I now bestow,)

Pro. Enough ; I read your fortune in your eya He is complete in feature, and in mind,

Was this the idol that you worship so? With all good grace to grace a gentleman.

Val. Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint! Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this good, Pro. No; but she is an earthly paragon. He is as worthy for an empress' love,

Val. Call her divine. As meet to be an emperor's counsellor.

Pro.

I will not flatter her. Well, sir; this gentleman is come to me,

Val. O, flatter me ; for love delights in praises. With commendation from great potentates;

Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills; And here he means to spend his time awhile; And I must minister the like to you. I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.

Val. Then speak the truth by her , if not divine, Vul. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he. Yet let her be a principality, Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth: Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth. Silvia, I speak to you; and you, sir Thurio:- Pro. Except my mistress. For Valentine, I need not 'cites him to it:

Vol.

Sweet, except not any, I'll send him hither to you presently. (Exit Dukk. Except thou wilt except against my lo

Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship, Pro. Have I not reason to prefer miae own? Had come along with me, but that his mistress Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too: Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks. She shall be dignified with this high honor,

Sil. Belike that now she hath enfranchis'd them to bear my lady's train; Jest the base earth Upon some other pawn for fealty.

Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, Val. Nay, sure, I think she holds them prisoners And, of so great a favor growing proud, still.

Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower, Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and being And make rough winter everlastingly. blind,

Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this! How could he see his way to seek out you? Val. Pardon me, Proteus; all I can. is nothing

Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing; Thu. They say that love hath not an eye at all. She is alone.

Vah. To see such lovers, Thurio. as yourself; Pro. Then let her alone.
Upon a homely object love can wink.

Val. Not for the world: why, man, she is laila
Enter PROTEUS.

own;

And I as rich'in having such a jewel, Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, gentleman

The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold, Val. Welcome, dear Proteus ! -- Mistress, I be- Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee.

Because thou seest me dote upon my love,
Confirm his welcome with some special favor.

My foolish rival, hat her father likes,
Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, Only for his possessions are so huge,
If this be be you oft have wish'd to hear from. Is gone with her along; and I must after,
Vah. Mistress, it is : sweet lady, entertain him For love, thou knuw st, is full of jealoury
• Incite.

Pro. But she loves yon ?

seech you,

me.

Ay, and we are betroth'd; Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakes Ezpore, our marriage hour,

Dell the cunning manner of our flight,
An nind of: how I must climb her window;

Laun. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant

thy master. = .- adder made of cords; and all the means 3 d, and 'greed on, for my happiness.

Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover =ket Proteus, go with me to my chamber,

Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he

burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to - * *** Ise affairs to aid me with thy counsel. the alehouse, so; if not, thou art atlebrew, a Jew,

Go on before ; I shall inquire you forth: bust unto the road, to disembark

and not worth the name of a Christian.

Speed. Why? necessaries that I needs must use; 5* then I'll presenuy attend you.

Laun. Because thou hast not so much charity

in thee, as to go to the alehouse with a Christian 4. Will you make haste!

Wilt thou go? 8. I will.

[Erit VAL.
Speed. At thy service.

(Exeun.. ad as one heat another heat expels, Sone nail

by strength drives out another, SCENE VI. — The same. An Apartment in the Zabe remembrance of my former love

Palace, a newer object quite forgotten.

Enter Proteus. sok mine eye, or Valentinus praise,

Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; ftrae perfection, or my false transgression,

To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn; frecat mikes me, reasonless, to reason thus ? fair; and so is Julia, that I love:

To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn;

And even that power, which gave me first my oath, I did love, for now my love is thaw'd;

Provokes me to this threefold perjury. lich, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, ins no impression of the thing it was.

Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear: hinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold;

O sweet-suggestinga love, if thou hast sinn'd, Te te that I love him not, as I was wont :

Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it.

At first I did adore a twinkling star, but I love his lady too, too much; that's the reason I love him so little.

But now I worship a celestial sun. 'inte shall I dote on her with more advice,

Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken; pertant thus without advice begin to love her ?

And he wants wit, that wants resolved will but her picture I have yet beheld,

To learn bis wit to exchange the bad for better. read that hath dazzled my reason's light;

fie, fie, unreverend tongue! to call her bad, at when I look on her perfections,

Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferrd Es here is no reason but I shall be blind.

With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. I an check my erring love, I will;.

I cannot leave to love, and yet I do;

But there I leave to love, where I should love. tif not, to compass her I'll use my skill. [Exit. Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose :

SCENE V.- The same. A street. If I keep them, I needs must lose myself;
Enter SPEED and LAUNCE.

If I lose them, thus find I by their loss, - Speer. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome tn I to myself am dearer than a friend;

For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia. Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for And Silvia, witness heaven, that made her fair!

For love is still more precious in itself. am not welcome. I reckon this always -- that a Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope. man is never undone, till he be hanged; nor never I will forget that Julia is alive,

welcome to a place, till some certain shot be paid, Remembring that my love to her is dead; and the hostess say welcome.

And Valentine I'll hold an enemy, its House with you presently, where, for one shot of A cannot now prove constant to myself, five-pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. Without some treachery used to Valentine: But sirrah, how did thy master part with madam This night he meaneth with a corded ladder Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they Myself in counsel, his competitor ::

To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window; parted very fairly in jest. Speel. But shall she marry him ?

Now presently I'll give her father notice Laun. No.

of their disguising, and pretended• flight: Speel. How then ? shall he marry her ?

Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine; Laun, No, neither.

For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter: Speed. What, are they broken?

But Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross, Izun, No, they are both as whole as a fish.

By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding Sped. Why then, how stands the matter with As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! (Exit.

Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, Laun. Marry, thus; when it stands well with SCENE VII. — Verona. A room in Julia's House. tim, it stand well with her. Sped. Weat an ass art thou! I understand thee

Enter Julia and LOCETTA.

Jul. Counsel, Lucetta; gentle girl, assist me! Luun. What a block art thou, that thou canst And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee, x! My staff understands me.

Who art the table wherein all my thoughts Speel. What thou say'st ?

Are visibly character'd and engraved, laun. Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I'll To lesson me; and tell me some good mean, bat lean, and my statt understands me.

How, with my honor, I may undertake Speel. It stands under thee, indeed.

A journey to my loving Proteus. laun. Why stand under and understand is all Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long.

Jul. A true devoted pilgrim is not weary Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match ? To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps: Laun. Ask my dog: if he say, ay, it will; if he Much less shall she, that hath love's wings to fly: 85,00, it will; if he shake his tail, and say nothing, And when the fight is made to one so dear,

of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus. Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will. Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from Jul. O, know'st thou not, his looks are my soul's. De, but by a parable.

food? Spel. 'Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, Pity the dearth that I have pined in, www.say'st thou, that my master has become a By longing for that food so long a time, portable lover!

Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Lam. I never knew him otherwise.

Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow, Speel. Than how!

As seek to quench the fire of love with words. Lam. A notable lubber as thou reportest him Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire

But qualify the fire's extreme rage,
On further knowledge.

* Tempting.

* Confederate. • Intended.

one.

Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on.

Jul. 'The more thou dam'st it up, the more it burns; Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have The current, that with gentle murmur gli es, What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly: Thou know st, being stopp d, impatiently doth rage; But tell me, wench, how will the world repute 16 But, when his fair course is not hindered,

For undertaking so unstaid a journey! He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd. Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge

Luc. If you think so, then stay at home and go not He overtaketh in his pilgrimage;

Jul. Nay, that I will not. And so by inany winding nooks he strays,

Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go. With willing sport to the wild ocean.

If Proteus like your journey, when you come, Then let me go, and hinder not my course : No matter who's displeas'd, when you are gone: I'll be as patient as a gentle stream,

I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal. And make a pastime of each weary step,

Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear: Till the last step have brought me to my love; A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears, And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil,

And instances as infinite of love, 1 blessed soul doth in Elysium.

Warrant me welcome to my Proteus. Luc. But in what habit will you go along ? Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men. Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent Jul. Base men that use them to so base effect! The loose encounters of lascivious men:

But truer stars did govern Proteus birth: Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; As may beseem some well-reputed page.

His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; Luc. Why, then your ladyship must cut your hair. His tears pure messengers sent from his heart;

Jul. No, girl; I'll knit it up in silken strings, His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots:

Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you come To be fantastic may become a youth

to him ! Of greater time than I shall show to be.

Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your

wrong, breeches ?

To bear a hard opinion of his truth: Jul. That fits as well, as—“tell me, good my Only deserve my love, by loving him; lord,

And presently go with me to my chamber What compass will you wear your farthingale ? " To take a note of what I stand in need of, Why, even that fashion thou best lik’st, Lucetta. To furnish me upon my longings journey. Luc. You must needs have them with a coda All that is mine I leave at thy dispose, piece, madam.

My goods, my lands, my reputation; Jul. Out, out, Lucetta! that will be ill-favor d. Only in lieu thereof, dispatch me hence: Luc. A round hose, madam, now's not worth a Come, answer not, but to it presently; pin,

I am impatient of my tarriance. (Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE 1.- Milan. An Inte-room in the Duke's And thence she cannot be convey'd away.
Palace.

Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis d a mean
Enter DUKE, THURIO, and PROTEUS.

How he her chamber window will ascend,

And with a corded ladder fetch her down; Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile; For which the youthful lover now is gone, We have some secrets to confer about:

And this way comes he with it presently;

[Erit Tuurip. Where, if it please you, you may intercept hin. Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me?

But, good my lord, do it so cunningly, Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would dis- That my discovery be not aimed at cover,

For love of you, not hate unto my friend, The law of friendship bids me to conceal :

Hath made me publisher of this pretence.'
But, when I call to mind your gracious favors Duke. Upon mine honor, he shall never know
Done to me, undeserving as I am,

That I had any light from thee of this.
My duty pricks me on to utter that
Which else no worldly good should draw from me.

Pro. Adieu, my lord ; sir Valentine is coming.

[Erit. Know, worthy prince, sir Valentine, my friend, This night intends to steal away your daughter;

Enter VALENTINE. Myself am one made privy to the plot.

Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast? I know, you have determin'd to bestow her

Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates ; That stays to bear my letters to my friends, And should she thus be stolen away from you, And I am going to deliver them. It would be much vexation to your age.

Duke. Be they of much import? Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather choose

Val. The tenor of them doth but signify To cross my friend in his intended drift,

My health, and happy being at your court. Thun, by concealing it, heap on your head

Duke. Nay, ther, no matter; stay with me awhile; A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, I am to break with thee of some affairs, Being unprevented, to your timeless grave. That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret

Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care; / 'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought Which to requite, command me while I live. To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter. This love of theirs myself have often seen,

Vul. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the matcy Haply, when they have judged me fast asleep; Were rich and honorable; besides, the gentleman And oftentimes have purpos'd to forbid

Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities Sir Valentine her company, and my court: Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter: But, fearing lest my jealous aim: might err, Cannot your grace win her to fancy him? And so, unworthily, disgrace the man,

Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, for (A rashness that I ever yet have shunn'd,)

ward, I gave him gentle looks; thereby to find

Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty; That which thyself hast now disclos'd to me. Neither regarding that she is my child, And, that thou mayst perceive my fear of this, Nor fearing me as if I were her tather: Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested, And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers, I nightly lodge her in an upper tower,

Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her; The key whereof myself have ever kept;

And, where I thought the remnant of mine age • Trouble

. Tempted. • Longed for. Guessed. Desico

* Guess,

should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty, Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee ? I now am full resolved to take a wife,

Go, base intruder ! over-weening slave!. And turn her out to who will take her in:

Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates; Then let her beauty be her wedding dower; And think, my patience, more than thy desert, For me and my possessions she esteems not. Is privilege for thy departure hence: Vol. What would your grace have me to do in this? Thank me for this, more than for all the favors,

Drike. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here, Which, all too much I have bestow'd on thee. Whom I affect; but she is nice and coy,

But if thou linger in my territories,
Ind nought esteems my aged eloquence:

Longer than swiftest expedition
Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor, Will give thee time to leave our royal court,
For long agone I have forgot to court:

By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love
Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd;) I ever bore my daughter, or thyself.
How, and which way, I may bestow myself, Begone, I will not hear thy vain excuse,
To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.

But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from hence Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words;

(Exit DUKE. Dumb jewels oiten, in their silent kind,

Val. And why not death rather than live in torMore than quick words, do move a woman's

ment! mind.

To die, is to be banish'd from myself; Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent her. And Silvia is myself; banish'd from her, Fal. a woman sometimes scorns what best Is self from self; a deadly banishment! contents her:

What light is light, if Silvia be not seen ?
Send ber another; never give her o'er;

What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by ?
For scorn at first makes after-love the more. Unless it be to think that she is by,
If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,

And feed upon the shadow of perfection.
But rather to beget more love in you:

Except I be by Silvia in the night, If she do chide, tis not to have you gone;

There is no music in the nightingale; For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.

Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say ;

There is no day for me to look upon:
For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away: She is my essence; and I leave to be,
Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces: If I be not by her fair influence
Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces. Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom:
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. Tarry I here, I but attend on death;
Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her friends But, îly I hence, I fly away from life.
l'nto a youthful gentleman of worth;

Enter PROTEUS and LAUNCE.
And kept severely from resort of men,
That no man hath access by day to her.

Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out.
Val. Why then I would resort to her by night. Laun. So-ho! so-ho!
Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock'd, and keys Pro. What seest thou !
kept safe,

Laun. Him we go to find: there's not a liai That no man hath recourse to her by night. on's head, but 'tis a Valentine.

Pal. What lets, but one may enter at her window? Pro. Valentine?
Luke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; Val. No.
And built so shelving, that one cannot climb it Pro. Who then? his spirit?
Without apparent hazard of his life.

Val. Neither.
Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of cords, Pro. What then?
To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks,

Val. Nothing.
Would serve to scale another Hero's tower,

Laun. Can nothing speak? master, shall I strike! So bold Leander would adventure it.

Pro. Whom wouldst thou strike?
Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Laun. Nothing.
Advise me where I may have such a ladder.

Pro. Villain, forbear.
Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me

Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray you,-that.

Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear: Friend Valentine, a Duke. This very night; for love is like a child,

word. That longs for everything that he can come by: Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good

Pol. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. news,
Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone; So much of bad already hath possess'd them.
How shall I best convey the ladder thither?

Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, Fal

. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it | For they are harsh, untunable, and bad. Under a cloak, that is of any length.

Val. Is Silvia dead! Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn? Pro. No, Valentine. Vol. Ay, my good lord.

Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia! Duke,

Then let me see thy cloak; Hath she forsworn me? T'I get me one of such another length.

Pro. No, Valentine. Vol. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord. Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me!Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak? What is your news? I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.. Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation that you are What letter is this same? What's here! - To Silvia. banish'd. And bere an engine fit for my proceeding!

Pro. That thou art banished, o, that's the news; Il be so bold to break the seal for once. [Reads. From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend. My thoughts do harbor with my Silvia nightly ;

Val. (, I have fed upon this woe already, And slaves they are to me, that send them flying: Doth Silvia know that I am banished?

And now excess of it will make me surfeit. 0,could their master come and go as lightly, kimself would lodge where senseless they are (which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual force.)

Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offered to the doom, lying. My keraid thmights in thy pure bosom rest them; those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd • While I, their king, that thither them importune. With them, upon her knees, her humble self; by curse the grace that with such grace hath Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became

Because myself do want my servant's fortune : As if but now they waxed pale for woe: l curse, myself. for they are sent by me, That they should harbor where their lord should be. Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding leen,

But neither bended knees, pure hands held up Sitria, this night I will enfranchise thee :

Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire;

But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die. Tisso; and here's the ladder for the purpose.“ Besides, her intercession chafd him su, Why, Phaëton, (for thou art Merops son.)

When she for thy repeal was suppliant, Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car, That to close prison he commanded her, And with thy daring folly burn the world With many bitter threats of 'biding there

What's here!

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