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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 sent to call thee.

Laun. Sir, call me what thou dar'ft.
Pant. Wilt thou go?
Laun. Well, I will go.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

IV.

Changes to Milan.

An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.

Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed.

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Sil.

Ervant,

Val. Mistress?
Speed. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.
Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.
Speed. Not of you.
Val. Of my mistress then.
Speed. 'Twere good, you knockt him.
Sil. Servant, you are sad.
Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so.
Thu. Seem you that you are not ?
Val. Haply, I do.
Thu. So do counterfeits.
Val. So do you.
Thu. What seem I, that I am not ?
Val. Wife.
Thu. What instance 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? dil. What, angry, Sir Thurio ? do you change co

burie lour ?

Val. Give him leave, madam ; he is a kind of Ca. meleon.

Thu, That hach 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.

Vol. I know it well, Sir ; you always end, ere you begin.

Sil. A fine volly of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off.

Val. 'Tis indeed, madam ; we thank the giver.
Sil. Who is that, servant ?

Val. Yourself, sweet lady, for you gave the fire: Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your lady ship's looks, and spends, what he borrows, kindly in your company.

Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall 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.

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Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.
Sir Valentine, your father's in good health ;
What say you to a letter from your friends
Of much good news?

Val. My lord, I will be thankful
To any happy messenger 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 ;
And, not without desert, so well reputed. +

Duke. Hath he not a fon?

Val. Ay, my good lord, a son that well deserves The honour and regard of such a father.

Duke. You know him well?

Val. I knew him, as myself ; for from our infancy We have converst, and spent our hours together : And tho' myself have been an idle truant, Omitting the sweet benefit of time, To cloath mine age with angel-like perfection ; Yet hath Sir Protheus, for that's his name, Made use and fair advantage of his days; His years but young, but his experience old; His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe; And, in a word, (for far behind his worth Come all the praises, that I now bestow ;) He is compleat in feature and in mind, With all good grace to grace a gentleman.

Duke. Beshrew me, Sir, but if he makes this good, He is as worthy for an empress' love, As meet to be an Emperor's counsellor. Well, Sir, this gentleman is come to me, With commendations from great potentates ; And here he means to spend his time a while. I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.

Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he.

Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth : Silvia, I speak to you; and you, Sir Thurio : For Valentine, I need not cite him to it : I'll send him hither to you prefently.

[Exit Duke. Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship, Had come along with me, but that his mistress Did hold his eyes lockt in her crystal looks.

4 Not without desert.) And not dignified with so much reputation without proportionate merit.

Sil.

Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them Upon some other pawn for fealty.

Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them pris’ners still. Sil. Nay, then he should be blind : and, being

blind,
How could he fee his way to seek out you?

Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes.
Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all.

Val. 'To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself:
Upon a homely object love can wink.

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Sil. Have done, have done ; here comes the gen

tleman. Val. Welcome, dear Protheus: mistress, I beseech

you, Confirm his welcome with some special favour.

Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, If this be he, you oft have wish'd to hear from.

Val. Mistress, it is : Sweet lady, entertain him To be my fellow-fervant to your ladyship. · Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a fervant.

Pro. Not so, sweet lady ; but too mean a servant, To have a look of such a worthy mistrefs.

Val. Leave off discourse of disability : 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 says so, but yourself.
Sil. That you are welcome?
Pro. No. That you are worthless. S

5 No. That you are worthlefs.] I bave inserted the particle.ne to fill up the measure. 5

Enter

Enter Servant.

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Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak with you. Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure : (Exit Serv.] Come,

Sir Thurio, Go with me. And once more, new servant, welcome : l'll leave you to confer of home-affairs ; When you have done, we look to hear from you. Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship.

(Exit Sil. axd Thu.

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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 ?
I know, you joy not in a love discourse.

Val. Ay, Protheus, but that life is alter'd now;
I have done penance for contemning love ;
Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me?
With bitter fasts, with penitential groans ;
With nightly tears, and daily heart-fore fighs.

Lord your

6 Thur. Madam, my.

come in and deliver the Mer Father. ] This Speech in all the sage; and then Silvia goes out Editions is assigned improperly to with Thurio. THEOBALD. Thurio; but he has been all along 7 Whole high imperious. ] For upon the Stage, and could not whose I read those. I have con. know that the Duke wanted his temned love and am punilh’d. Daughter. Besides, the first Line Those high thoughts by which I and half of Silvia's Answer is exalted myself above human palevidently address'd to two Per- fions or frailties, have brought fons. A Servant, therefore, muft upon me fafts and groans.

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