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, he is proud. Laun. Out with that too: it was Eve's legacy, and cannot be ta'en from her. Speed. Item, fhe hath no teeth. Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love crufts. Speed. Item, fhe is curst. Laun. Well, the beft is, fhe hath no teeth to bite. Speed. Item, She will often praife her liquor. 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 the cannot; for that's writ down, fhe is flow of; of her purfe fhe fhall not, for that I'll keep fhut; now of another thing the may, and that cannot I help. Well, proceed. Speed. Item, the 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. Rehearse that once more. Speed. Item, the 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 than the wit; for the greater hides the lefs. What's next? Speed. And more faults than hairs. Laun. That's monftrous: 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. Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou? he hath ftaid for a better man than thee. Speed. And muft I go to him? Laun. Thou muft run to him, for thou haft ftaid fo long, that going will fcarce ferve the turn. Speed. Why didft 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 himfelf into I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correc fecrets. tion. Enter Duke and Thurio. [Exeunt. Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that fhe will love you, Now Valentine is banifh'd from her fight. Thu. Since his exile fhe hath defpis'd me moft, Duke. This weak Imprefs of love is as a figure Enter Protheus. How now, Sir Protheus? Is your countreyman, Duke. My daughter takes his going heavily. Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your Grace, Duke. Thou know'ft, how willingly I would effe&t 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. Pro. And that, my lord, I fhall be loth to do; 'Tis an ill office for a gentleman; Especially, against his very friend. J 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 ought that I can fpeak in his difpraise, She shall not long continue love to him. But fay, this weed her love from Valentine, (13) It follows not, that he will love Sir Thurio. Thu. Therefore as you unwind her love from him, Left it fhould ravel, and be good to none, You must provide to bottom it on me: Which must be done, by praifing me as much. As you in worth difpraife Sir Valentine. Duke. And, Protheus, we dare truft you in this kind, Because we know, on Valentine's report, You are already love's firm votary; And cannot foon revolt and change your mind. [13) But fay, this aweed her Love] This Caft of Reasoning very near refembles That of Davus in the Andria of Terence, A&t 2. Sc. 2. Ridiculum Caput !· Quasi neceffe fit, fi buic non det, te illam uxorem ducere. Where Where you with Silvia may confer at large: And, for your friend's fake, will be glad of you; For Orpheus' lute was ftrung with poets finews; Vifit by night your lady's chamber-window Duke. This difcipline fhews, thou hast been in love. Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in practices Therefore, sweet Protheus, my direction-giver, Let us into the city presently To fort fome gentlemen well skill'd in musick; I have a fonnet, that will serve the turn, To give the onset to thy good advice. Duke. About it, gentlemen. Pro. We'll wait upon your Grace, 'till after fupper; And afterwards determine our proceedings. Duke. Ev'n now about it. I will pardon you. [Exeunt. A C T IV. SCENE, a Foreft, leading towards Mantua. FE Enter certain Out-laws. I OUT LAW. ELLOWS, ftand faft: I fee a paffenger. Enter Valentine and Speed. 3 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, 1 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 lofe: A man I am, crofs'd with adverfity; My riches are these poor habiliments, Of which if you fhould 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 ftaid, If crooked fortune had not thwarted me. 1 Out. What, were you banish'd thence? |