the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my fighs. Pant. Come, come away, man; I was fent to call thee. Laun. Sir, call me what thou dar'ft. Pant. Wilt thou go? Laun. Well, I will go. [Exeunt. Sil. SCENE IV. Changes to Milan. An Apartment in the Duke's Palace. Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. Speed. Mafter, Sir Thurio frowns on you. Speed. Not of you. Val. Of my mistress then. Speed. 'Twere good, you knockt him. Sil. Servant, you are fad. Val. Indeed, madam, 1 seem so. Thu. Seem you that you are not? Val. Haply, I do. Thu. So do counterfeits. Val. So do you. Thu. What feem I, that I am not? Val. Wife. Thu. What inftance of the contrary? Val. Your folly. Thu. And how quote you my folly ? Val. I quote it in your jerkin. Thu. My jerkin is a doublet. Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly. Thai Thu. How? Sil. What, angry, Sir Thurio? do you change colour? Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of Cameleon. Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, than live in your air. Val. You have said, Sir. Thu. Ay, Sir, and done too, for this time. Val. I know it well, Sir; you always end, ere you begin. Sil. A fine volly of words, gentlemen, and quickly fhot off. Val. 'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver. Val. Yourself, fweet lady, for you gave the fire: Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your lady fhip's looks, and spends, what he borrows, kindly in your company. Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I fhall make your wit bankrupt. Val. I know it well, Sir; you have an exchequer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers for it appears by their bare liveries, that they live by your bare words. Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more: Here comes my father. SCENE V. Enter the Duke. Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset, Sir Valentine, your father's in good health; What fay you to a letter from your friends Of much good news? Val. My lord, I will be thankful To any happy meffenger from thence. Duke. Know you Don Anthonio, your countryman? Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman To be of worth and worthy estimation; 4 And, not without defert, fo well reputed. + Val. Ay, my good lord, a fon that well deferves The honour and regard of fuch a father. Duke. You know him well? Val. I knew him, as myfelf; for from our infancy To cloath mine age with angel-like perfection; Duke. Befhrew me, Sir, but if he makes this good, Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he. Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth: Silvia, I fpeak to you; and you, Sir Thurio: For Valentine, I need not cite him to it: I'll fend him hither to you prefently. [Exit Duke. Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyfhip, Had come along with me, but that his mistress Did hold his eyes lockt in her cryftal looks. 4 Not without defert.] And not dignified with fo much reputation without proportionate merit. Sil. Sil. Belike, that now fhe hath enfranchis'd them Upon fome other pawn for fealty. Val. Nay, fure, I think, fhe holds them pris'ners ftill. Sil. Nay, then he should be blind blind, How could he fee his way to feek out you? and, being Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. Thu. They fay, that love hath not an eye at all. Val. To fee fuch lovers, Thurio, as yourself: Upon a homely object love can wink. Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the gentleman. Val. Welcome, dear Protheus: miftrefs, I befeech you, Confirm his welcome with fome fpecial favour. Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, If this be he, you oft have wish'd to hear from. Val. Miftrefs, it is: Sweet lady, entertain him To be my fellow-fervant to your ladyfhip. Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a fervant. Pro. Not fo, fweet lady; but too mean a fervant, To have a look of fuch a worthy miftrefs. Val. Leave off difcourfe of difability: Sweet lady, entertain him for your fervant. Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else. Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed: Servant, you're welcome to a worthless mistress. Pro. I'll die on him that fays fo, but yourself. Sil. That you are welcome? Pro. No. That you are worthless. " 5 No. That you are worthless.] I have inferted the particle.ne to fill up the measure. 5 Enter Enter Servant. Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak with you. 6 Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure : [Exit Serv.] Come, Sir Thurio, Go with me. And once more, new fervant, welcome: When you have done, we look to hear from you. [Exit Sil. and Thu. SCENE VII. Val. Now tell me, how do all from whence you came ? Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much commended. Val. And how do yours? Pro. I left them all in health. Val. How does your lady? and how thrives your love? Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you? Val. Ay, Protheus, but that life is alter'd now; 6 Thur. Madam, my Lord your Father.] This Speech in all the Editions is affigned improperly to Thurio; but he has been all along upon the Stage, and could not know that the Duke wanted his Daughter. Befides, the firft Line and half of Silvia's Anfwer is evidently address'd to two Perfons. A Servant, therefore, muft come in and deliver the Mef fage; and then Silvia goes out with Thurio. THEOBALD. 7 Whofe high imperious.] For whofe I read those. I have con temned love and am punish'd. Thofe high thoughts by which I exalted myself above human paffions or frailties, have brought upon me fafts and groans. For, |