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Of a glad father compass thee about!
Arise, and say how thou rain st here.

Afira. O, wonder I

How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world.
That has such people in't 1

Pro. 'Tis new to thee.

Alan. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at

Your clcPst acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
And brought us thus together I

Fer. Sir, she is mortal;

But, by immortal providence, she's mine;
I chose her. when I could not ask my father
For his advice, nor thought I had one. She
Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan.
Of whom so often I have heard renown.
But never saw before ; of whom I have
Received a second life; and second father
This lady makes him to me.

Alott. I am hers:

But O! how oddly will it sound, that I
Must ask. my child forgiveness.

Pro. There, sir, stop:

Let us not burden our remembrances
With a heaviness that's gone.

Go't. I have inly wept.

Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods.
And on this couple drop a blessed crown;
For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way.
Which brought us hither I

A Ion. I say, Amen, Gonzalo I

Con. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue
Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice
Beyond a common joy ; ana set it down
With gold on lasting pillars: in one voyage
Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis:
And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife
Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom
In a poor isle ; and all of us, ourselves.
When no man was his own.

AIon. [To Fer. and Mir.] Give me your hands:
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart
That doth not wish you joy:

Goh. Beit so: Amen!

Re-enter Ariel, -with the Master and Boatswain
ainazedly following.

0 look, sir [ look, sir! here are more of us.

1 prophesied, if a gallows were on land.

This fellow could not drown.—Now, blasphemy.
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?
Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?

Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found
Our king, and company: the next our ship,—
Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split,—
Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg d, as when
Wc first piK out to sea.

Art. [Aside to Pro.| Sir, all this service Have I done since I went.

Pro. [Aside to Ari.] My tricksy spirit!

A ton. These arc not natural events; they strengthen From strange to stranger.—Say, how came you hither"

Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep. And (how we know not) all clapp'd under hatches. Where, but even now. with strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible. Wc were awak'd; straightway, at liberty: Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Capering to eye her: on a trice, so please you. Even in a dream, were we divided from them. And were brought moping hither.

Ari. [Aside to Pro.] Was't well done?

Pro. [Aside to Ari.] Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free.

A/on. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod; And there is in this business more than nature Was ever conduct of: some oracle Must rectify our knowledge.

Pro. Sir. my liege.

Do not infest your mind with beating on
The strangeness of this business: at pick'd leisure.
Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you
QVhich to you shall seem probable) of every
These happen d accidents; till when, be cheerful,

And think of each thing well.—{Aside to Ari. J Come

hither, spirit; Set Caliban and his companions free; (sirf Untie the spell. \Exit Ariel.] How fares my gracious There are yet missing of your company Some few odd lads, that you remember not. Re-enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stcphano, and

Trinculo, in their stolen apparel. Stg. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take rare for himself, for all is but fortune.—Coragio! bully-monster, Coragio! [here's a goodly sight.

Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed I How fine my master is! 1 am afraid He will cliastise me.

Set. Ha, ha!

What things are these, my lord Antonio!
Will money buy them?

Ant. Very like ; one of them

Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords. Then say, if they be true.—This mis-shapen knave,— His mother was a witch ; and one so strong That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs. And deal in her command, without her power. These three have robb'd me ; and this demi-devil (For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them To take my life : two of these fellows you Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine. Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death.

A Ion. Is not this Stcphano. my drunken butler f Seo. He is drunk now: where liad he wine? A Ion. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them?— How cam st thou in this pickle? Trin. I have bee

I

. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you that. 1 fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing. Sen. Why, how now, Stephano! Ste. O! touch me not: I am not Stephano. but a Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? Jcramp. Ste. I should have Iteen a sore one. then. Alon. This is a strange thing as e'er 1 look'd on.

[Pointing to Caliban.
Pro. He is ns disproportion^ in his manners.
As in his shape.—Go, sirrah, to my cell;
Take with you your companions: as you look
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter.
And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god.
And worship this dull fool!
pro. Go to; away!

Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you

found it. Seb. Or stole it. rather.

[Exeunt Cal.. Ste., and Trin. Pro. Sir. I invite your nighness, and your train. To my poor cell: wnere you shall take your rest For this one night: which (part of it) I It waste With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it Go quick away; the story of my life. And the particular accidents gone by. Since I came to this isle: and in the morn 111 bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, Where T nave hope to see the nuptial Of these our dear-betov'd solemniz'd; And thence retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave.

Alon. I long

To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.

Pro. I'll deliver all;

And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off.—[Aside to Ari.J My Ariel;
—chick,—

That is thy charge: then to the elements

Be free, and fare thou well!—Please you, draw near.

[ Exeunt,

EPILOGUE. Spoken by Prospero.
Now my charms are all o'crthrown.
And what strength I have *s mine own;
Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,

I must be here confin'd by you,

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SCENE,—Sometimes in Verona; sotnetimes in Milan, and on thefrontiers ofMantua.

ACT I.

SCENE I.—An open place in Verona.
Enter Valentine and Proteus.

Vol. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus:
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
Wcr't not. affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,
I rather would entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad.
Than, living dully sluggardiz'd at home.
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein.
Even as I would, when I to love begin.

Pro. Wilt thou be gone I Sweet Valentine, adieu I
Think on thy Proteus, when thou haply seest
Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel:
Wish me partaker in thy happiness,
Whc-n thou dost meet good nap; and in thy danger,
If ever danger do environ thee.
Commend thy grievance to iny holy prayers,
For I will be thy bead s-man, Valentine.

Val. And on a love-book pray for my success.

Pro. Upon some book I love. 1*11 pray for thee.

Val. That's on some shallow storv of deep love. How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.

Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love; For he was more than over shoes in love.

Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love. And yet you never swam the Hellespont.

Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots.

Val. No, I will not, for it boots thee not.

Pro. What? [groans;

Val. To be in love, where scorn is bougnt with
Coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; onefading moment's
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: [mirth,
If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;
If lost, why then a grievous labour won:
However, hut a folly bought with wit.
Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.

Val. So. by your circumstance, I fear you'll prove.

Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at: I am not love.

Val. Love is your master, for he masters you;
And he that is so yoked by a fool.
Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.

Pro. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud
The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

Val. And writers say, as the most forward bud
Is eaten by the canker ere it blow.
Even so by love the young and tender wit
Is turned to folly; blasting in the bud.
Losing his verdure even in the prime,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.

But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee.
That art a votary to fond desire I
Once more adieu! my father at the road
Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leav*.
To Milan let me hear from thee by letters.
Of thy success in love, and what news else
Betideth here in absence of thy fr.end;
And I likewise will visit thee with mine.
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan!
Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell.

{Exit.

Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love:
He leaves his friends to dignify thein more;
1 leave myself, my friends, and all for love.
Thou, Julia,-thou hast metamorphos'd me;
Made me neglect my studies, lose my time.
War with good counsel, set the world at nought;
Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.
Enter Speed.
Speed. Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you nty master?
Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for M ilan.
Speed. Twenty to one, then, he is shipp'd already,
And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him.

Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray,
An if the shepherd be a while away.
Speed. You conclude, that my master is a shepherd,
Pro. I do. [then, and I a sheep?

Speed. Why then, my horns are his horns, whether
I wake or sleep.
Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep.
; Speed, This proves me still a sheep,
i Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd.
> Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.
, Pro. It shall go hard but ill prove it by another.
Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the
sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master,and my
master seeks not me: therefore, I am no sheep.

Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore thou art a sheep. Speed. Such another proof will make me cry " Baa." Pro. But, dost thou hear? gavest thou my letter to Julia?

Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a lacen mutton ; and she, a laceel mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour! [muttons. Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such store of Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her. [pound you.

Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; twere best Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter.

Pro. You mistake: I mean the pound, a pinfold. Speed. From a p'ound to a pin ? fold it over and over, Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover. [nod?

Pro. But what said she? [Speed nods.] Did she Speed. I.

Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy.

Speed. You mistook, sir: I say she did nod; and you ask me, if she did nod? and I say I.

Pro. And that set together, is—noddy.

Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains. [letter.

Pro. No, no; you shall have It for bearing the

Speed. Well I perceive I must be fain to bear with

Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me! [you.

Speed. Marry, sir, the "letter very orderly; having nothing but the word "noddy*' for my pains.

Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.

Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse,

Pro. Come, come ; open the matter in brief: what said she?

Speed. Open your purse, that the money and the matter, may be both at once deliver'd. [she f

Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said Speed. Truly, sir. I think you'll hardly win her. Pro. Why, couldst thou perceive so much from her T Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: and being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind. Give her no token but stones ; for she's as hard as steel. Pro. What 1 said she nothing?

Speed. No, not so much as—"take this for thy pains." To testify your bounty, I thank you, you nave testerned me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry yout letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master. [wreck;

Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from Which cannot perish, liaving thee aboard. Being destin'd to a drier death on shore.—

[Exit Speed.

I must go send some better messenger:

I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,

Receiving them from such a worthless post. [Exit*

SCENE II.—Verona. Garden 0/"Julia*s House, Enter Julia and Lucetta.

Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Wouldst thou, then, counsel me to fall in love?

Luc. Ay, madam ; so you stumbh* not unheedfully.

Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen. That every day with parle encounter me, In thy opinion which is worthiest love? (mind

Luc. Please you, repeat their names, 111 show my According to my shallow simple skill.

Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour I

Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat, and fine; But, were I you, he never should be mine.

Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio?

Luc. Well of his wealth; but of himself, >oso.

Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus?

Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us!

Jul. How now 1 what meaus this passion at his name?

Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame. That I, unworthy body as I am. Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.

Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest?

Luc. Then thus,—of many good I think him best.

Jul. Your reason?

Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so. [him? Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on Lite. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Jut. Why, he, of all the rest, hath never mov'd me. Luc. Yet tit, of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small. Luc. Fire that is closest kept, burns most of all. Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love. Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their Jul. I would I knew his mind. [love. Luc. Peruse this paper, madam.

[Gives a letter.

Jul. "To Julia."—Say from whom?

Luc. That the contents will show.

Jul. Say, say, who gave it thee? (Proteus.

Luc. Sir Valentine's page: and sent, I think, from He would havegiven it you; but I, being in the way, Did In your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray.

/

Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker 1

Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines?

To whisper and conspire against my youth?

Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth.

And you an officer fit for the puce.

There, take the paper: see it be return'd;

Or else return no more into my sight. [hate*

Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than

Jul. Will you begone?

Luc. That you may ruminate. [Exit,

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. What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, And would not force the letter to my view I Since maids, in modesty, say " No, to that Which they would have the profferer construe. Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love, [" Ay, That like a testy babe will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod 1 How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence. When willingly I would have had her here 1 How angerly I taught my brow to frown. When inward joy enforc d my heart to smile I My penance is, to call Lucetta back, And ask remission for my folly past.— What ho 1 Lucetta I

Re-enter Lucetta.

Luc. What would your ladyship!

Jul. Is it near-dinner time!

Luc. I would It were;

That you might kill your stomach on your meat.
And not upon your maid.

Jul. What is't that you took up so gingerly J

Luc. Nothing.

Jul. Why did'st thou stoop, then?

Luc. To taka a paper up

That I let fall.

Jul. And is that paper nothing?

Luc. Nothing concerning inc.

Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns.

Luc. Madam, it will not He where it concerns. Unless it have a false interpreter. [rhyme.

Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in

Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: Give me a note: your ladyship can set.

Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible; Best sing it to the tune of " Light o Love."

Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.

Jul. Heavy! belike it hath some burden, then?

Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing It.

Jul. And why not you?

Luc. I cannot reach so high.

Jul. Let's see your song. [ Taking the letter.} How

now, minion! Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out i And yet, inethinks, I do not like this tune. Jut. You do not t

Luc. No, madam ; it is too sharp.

Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.

Luc. Nay, now you are too flat.

And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:
There wanteth but a mean to fill your song.

Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base,

Luc. Indeed I bid the base for Proteus.

Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Here is a coil with protestation I—[ Tears the letter. Go, get you gone, and let the papers lie; You would be fingering them, to anger me. [pleas'd.

Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exit.

Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same 1

0 nateful hands, to tear such loving words!
Injurious wasps, to feed i»n such sweet honey.
And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings I
I'll kiss each several paper for amends.

Look, here is writ—" kind Julia. "—unkind Julia 1
As in revenge of thy ingratitude.

1 throw thy name against the bruising stones,
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
And here is writ—" love woundea Proteus:"
Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed.

Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal'd;

And thus I search it with a sovereign tisj.

But twice or thrice was " Proteus" written down

Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away.

Till I have found each letter in the letter,

Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear

Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock.
And throw it thence into the raging sea 1—
Lo! here in one line is his name twice writ,—
"Poorforlorn Proteus, passiotiatc Proteus,
To the sveet Julia . "—that I'll tear away;
And yet I wifi not, sith so prettily
He couples it to his complaining names:
Thus will I fold them one upon another:
Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you wilL
Re-enter Lucetta.

Luc. Madam,
Dinner is ready, and your father stays.

Jul. Well, let us go.

Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales here?

Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up.

Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down; Yet here they shall not lie for catching cold.

Jul. 1 see you have a month's mind to them.

Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see; I see things too, although you judge 1 wink.

Jul. Come, come; will t please you goT \ Exeunt.

SCENE III.—Verona. A Room in Antonio's House. Enter Antonio and Panthino.

A nt. Tell me, ranthino, what sad talk was that. Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?

Pant. Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.

Ant. Why, what of him?

Pant. He wonder'd that your lordship

Would suffer him to spend his youth at home.
While other men, of slender reputation,
Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:
Some to the wars, to try their fortune there;
Some to discover islands far away;
Some to the studious universities.
For any, or for all these exercises,
He said that Proteus your son was meet;
And did request me to importune you
To let him spend his time no more at home.
Which would be great impeachment to his age.
In having known no travel in his youth.

Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that
Whereon this month I have been hammering.
I have consider'd well his loss of time.
And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Not being tried and tutor\1 in the world:
Experience is by industry achiev'd.
And perfected by the swift course of time.
Then, tell me, whither were I best to send Wml

Pant. I think your lordship is not ignorant How his companion, youthful Valentine, Attends the emperor in his royal court.

Ant. I know it well. [thither:

Pant. "Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him
There shall he practise tilts ana tournaments.
Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen.
And be in eye of every exercise
Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.

Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd:
And, that thou mayst perceive how well I like it.
The execution of it shall make known;
Even with the speediest expedition
I will despatch him to the emperor's court.

Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso
With other gentlemen of good esteem.
Are journeying to salute the emperor,'
And to commend their service to his wilL

Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go: And,—in good time now will we break with him. Enter Proteus.

Pro. Sweet love 1 sweet lines 1 sweet life 1
Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;
Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn,
O, that our fathers would applaud our loves.
To seal our happiness with their consents 1
O heavenly Julia!

Ant. How now! what letter are you reading there?

Pro. May *t please your lordship, 'tis a wordor two Of commendations sent from Valentine, Delivered by a friend that caine from hiin

Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news.

Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes How happily he lives, how well belov'd. And daily graced by the emperor; Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.

Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish]

Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, And not depending on his friendly wisfe.

Ant. My will Is something sorted with his wish.
Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;
For what I will, I will, and there an end.
I am resolv'd that thou shall spend some time
With Valentinus in the emperor's court:
What maintenance he from his friends receives.
Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.
To-morrow be in readiness to go:
Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.

Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided:
Please you, deliberate a day or two.

A nt. Look, what thou want'st shall l>e sent after thee: No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.— Come on, Panthino: you shall be employ'd To hasten on his expedition. , {Exeunt Antonio and Panthino.

Pro. Thushave I shunn'd the fire, for fearof burning, And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd. 1 fear'd to show my father Julia's letter. Lest he should take exceptions to my love; And, with the vantage of mine own excuse. Hath he excepted most against my love. O, 1k>w this spring of love resellibleth

The uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun.

And by and by a cloud takes all away I
Re-enter Panthino.

Pant Sir Proteus, your father calls for you:
He is in haste; therefore, I pray you, go.

Pro. Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto; And yet a thousand times it answers. No. [Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I.—Milan. A Room in the Duke's Palace.
Enter Valentine and Speed.
Speed. Sir, your glove.

Val. Not mine; my gloves are on.

Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is but one*

Vol. Ha 1 let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine.—
Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine 1
Ah. Silvia, Silvia!

Speed. [Calling.] Madam Silvia! Madam Silvia]

Val. How now, sirrah!

Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.

Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her?

Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mis"

Val. Well, you'll still be too forward.

Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow.

VaL Go to, sir. Telliue.doyouknow MadainSilviat

Speed. She that your worship loves T

VaL Why, how know you that I am in love!

Speed. Marry, by these special marks : first, yon have learned. like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms, like a malcontent; to relish a love-song. like a robin-red' breast; to walk alone, like one that had the pestilence; to sigh, like a schoolboy that had lost his A B C ; to weep, like a young wench that had buried her grandam: to fast, like one that takes diet: to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when you walked, to walk J ike one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked sadly, h was for want of money: and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on you, 1 an hardly think you my master.

Val. Are all these things perceived in me I

Speed. They are all perceived without ye.

Vol. Without me? they cannot

Speed. Without you? nay, that'scertain ; for, without you were so simple, none else world: but you are so without these follies, that these follies are within you, and shine through you like the water in a urinal, that not an eye that sees yon. but is a physician to comment on your malady.

Vat. But tell me, dost thou know my lady 5flvia?

Speed. She that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper?

Val. Hast thou observed that? even she J mean.

Speed. Why, sir, I know her not.

Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet knowest her not?

Speed. Is she not hard-favoured, sir?

Val. Not so fair, boy, as well-favoured.

Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.

Val. What dost thou know?

SPeed. That she is not so fair, as (of youJweU-favoured. %

Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite.

Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the other out of all count.

Val. How painted? and how out of count?

Speed. Marry, sir, so painted to make her fair, that 'no man 'counts of her beauty. (beauty.

Val. How esteem est thou me? I account of her

Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed.

Val, How long liath she been deformed T

Speed. Ever since you loved her.

Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful.

Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.

Val. Why?

Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes; or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to have, when you chid at Sir Proteus for going ungartercd!

Val. What should I see then?

Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing deformity: for he, being in love, could not see to garter his hose; and you. being in love, cannot see to put on your hose.

Val. Belike, boy, then, you are in love; for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.

Speed. True, sir; I was in love with my bed: thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes

me the bolder to chide you for yours.

Val. In conclusion, I stand atfected to her. Speed. I would you were set; so your affection would cease.

Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to one she loves. Speed. And have you? Val. I have,

Speed. Are they not lamely writ? Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them.— Peace I here she comes.

Enter Silvia.

Speed. | Aside.} O excellent motion t O exceeding puppet! now will he interpret to her. [rows.

Val, Madam and mistress, a thousand good-mor

Speed. I Aside. J O, 'give ye good event here's a million of manners. [sand.

Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thou

Speed. {Aside.} He should give her interest, and she gives it him.

Val. As you enjoin'd nie, I have writ your letter Unto the secret nameless friend of yours; Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, But for my duty to your ladyship. [done.

Sil. I thank you, gentle servant: "tis very clerkly

Val. No*, trust me, madam, it came hardly off; For, being ignorant to whom it goes, 1 writ at random, very doubtfully.

Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much pains?

Val. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write. Please you command, a thousand times as much: And yet,—

Sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel: And yet I will not name it;—and yet I care not;— And yet take this again;—and yet I thank you. Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.

Speed. [Aside.\ And yet you will; and yet another yet. [it?

Val. What means your ladyship? do you not like

Sil. Yes, yes; the lines arc very quaintly writ;
But since unwillingly, take them again:
Nav, take them.

Val. Madam, they are for you.

Sil. Ay, ay, you writ them, sir, at my request;
But I will none of them; they are for you:
I would have had them writ more movingly.

Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship

Sil. And, when it's writ, for my sake read it And, if it please you, so; if not, why, so.

Val. If it please me, madam I what then?

Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour: And so, good-morrow, servant. [Exit.

Speed. 0 jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible. As a nose on a maus lace, or a weathercock on a steeple I

My master sues to her; and she hath taught her He being her pupil, to become her tutor. [suitor, O excellent device 1 was there ever heard a letter. That my master, being scribe, to himself should write the letter I

Val. How now, sir I what, are yt with yourself?

Speed. Nay, I was rhyming: 'tis you that have too

Val. To do what? I reason.

Speed. To be a spokesman from Madam Silvia.

Val. To whom? [figure.

Speed. To yourself. Why. she wooes you by a

Val. What figure?

Speed. By a letter. I should say.

Val. Why, she hath not writ to met

Speed. What need she, when she hath made you write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the

Val. No, believe me. I jest?

Speed. No believing you, indeed, sir. But did you perceive her earnest?

Val. She gave me none, except an angry word.

Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter.

Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend.

Speed. And that letter hath she delivered, and

Val. I would it were no worse. (there an end.

Speed. Ill warrant you, "lis as welt:

"For often have you writ to her; and she. in modesty.
Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply;
Or fearing else some messenger that might her mind
discover, (her lover."—

Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto
All this I speak in print, for in print I found it.—
Why muse you, sir? tis dinner-time.

Val. I have dined.

Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air. 1 am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat. O, be not like your mistress; be moved, be moved [Exeunt.

SCENE II.—Verona. A Room in Julia's House. Enter Proteus and Julia.

Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.

yul. I must, where is no remedy.

Pro. When possibly I can, I will return.

yul. If you tum not, you will return the sooner. Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sakei

[Gives him ti ring.

Pro. Why, then, weH make exchange; here, take you this. [Gives her another.

yul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.

Pro. Here is my hand for iny true constancy; And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake. The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulnessl My fa:her stays my coming; answer not. The tide is now: nay, not thy tide of tears; That tide will stay me longer than I shoulu: Julia, farewell: [Exit Julia.} What, gone withoutawordl Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak; For truth hath better deeds than words, to grace it. Enter Panthino.

Pant. Sir Proteus, you are stay'd for.

Pro. Go; I come, I come.—•

Alas 1 this parting strikes poor lovers dumb.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.—Verona. A Street. Enter Launce, leading a dog. Launee. Nay, 'twill be this hourere I have done weeping: all the kind of the Launces have this very fault. I nave received my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial's court. I think Crab, my dog, be the sourcst-natured dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, ami all our house in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear: he is a stone, a very pebble-stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog: a Jew would have wept to have seen our parting: why, my grandam, having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it. This shoe is my father;—no, this left shoe is my father:—no, no, this left shoe is my mother;—nav, that cannot be so. neither:—yes, it is so; it is so; it hath the worser sole. This shoe, with the hole in, is my mother, and this my father. A vengeance on't I there "tis: now, sir, this staff is my sister; for, look you, she is as white as a lily, and as small as a wand : this hat is Nan, our maid: I am the dog ;—no, the do£ is himself, and I am the dog,—O, the dug is me, and I am myself: ay, so so. Now coma U to my father j "Father, your blessing;" now should

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