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For, in revenge of my contempt of love,
Love hath chac'd Neep from my enthralled eyes,
And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow.
O gentle Protheus, love's a mighty lord ;
And hath so humbled me, as, I confess,
There is no woe to his correction,
Nor to his service, no such joy on earth.
Now no discourse, except it be of love;
Now can I br.ak my fait, dine, sup, and sleep
Upon the very naked name of love.

Pro. Enough : I read your fortune in your eye.
Was this the idol, that you worship so?

Val. Even she; and is she not a heav'nly saint ?
Pro. No; but she is an earthly paragon.
Val. Call her divine.
Pro. I will not flatter her.
Val. O fatter me: for love delights in praise.

Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills : And I must minister the like to you.

Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine, Yet let her be a principality, ' Sov’reign to all the creatures on the earth.

Pro. Except my mistress.

Val. Sweet, except not any ;
Except thou wilt except against my love.

Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own?

Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too : She shall be dignified with this high honour, To bear my lady's train, left the base earth Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss ; And, of so great a favour growing proud,

8 No woe to his correction.] 9 A principality.] The firft or No misery that can be compared principal of women. So the old to the punishment inflicted by writers use state. She is a lady, love. Herbert called for the a great state. LATYMER. This prayers of the Liturgy a little Look is called in states warlie, iz before his death, saying, None to a hers otherwise. Sir T. More. bem, none to them,

Disdain

Disdain to root the summer swelling flower ;
And make rough winter everlastingly:

P10. Why, Valentine, whar bragadism is this?

Val. Pardon me, Protheus ; all I can, is nothing
To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing;
She is alone. *

Pro. Then let her alone.
Val. Not for the world: why, man, she is mine

own;
And I as rich in having such a jewel,
As twenty seas, if all their fand were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,
Because thou feeft me doat upon my love.
My foolish rival, that her father likes,
Only for his poffeffions are fo huge,
Is gone with her along, and I must after ;
For love, thou know it, is full of jealousy.

Pro. But she loves you ?
Val, Ay, and we are becroth'd; nay more, our niar-

riage-hour,
With all the cunning manner of our Right,
Determin’d of; how I must climb her window,
The ladder made of cords; and all the means
Plotted and 'greed on for my happiness.
Good Protheus, go with me to my chamber,
In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel.

Fro. Go on before ; I shall enquire you forth.
I must unto the road, to disembark
Some neceffaries that I needs must use;
And then I'll presently attend you.

Val. Will you make hafte ?
Pro. I will.

[Exil Val.
Ev’n as one heat another heat expels,
Or as one nail by strength drives out another ;

She is alone.] The lands by herself. There is none to be compared to her. VOL. I.

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So the remembrance of my former love
Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
It is mine eye, or Valentino's Praise,
Her true perfection, or my false transgression,
That makes me, reasonless, to reason thus ?
She's fair, and so is Julia, that I love ;
That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd ;
Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,
Bears no impression of the thing it was.
Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold ;
And that I love him not, as I was wont.
O! but I love his lady too, too, much :
And that's the reason, I love him so little.
How shall I doat on here with more advice,
That thus without advice begin to love her?
'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld, 3
And that hath dazeled my reason's light:
But when I look on her perfections,
There is no reason, but I shall be blind.
If I can check my erring love, I will ;
If not, to compass her I'll use my skill. (Exit.

" It is mine THEN, or Valen. Protheus had just seen Valentine's tino's Praise.] Here Protheus miltress, whom her lover had questions with himself, whether been lavishly praising. His enit is his own praise, or Valentine's, comiums therefore heightening that makes him fall in love with Protheus's idea of her at the inValentine's mistress. But not to terview, it was the less wonder infift on the absurdity of falling he should be uncertain which had in love through his own praises, made the stronger impression, he had not indeed praised her any Valentine's praises, or his own farther than giving his opinion of view of her.

WARBURTON her in three ds, when his friend asked it of him. In all

With more advice.) With the old editions we find the line

more prudence, with more dif. printed thus,

cretion. Is it mine, or Valentino's praise? 3 'Tis but ber pi&ture.] This A word is wanting

is evidently a flip of attention, The line

for he had seen her in the last was originally thu,

scene, and in high terms offered It is mine eye, or Valentino's her his service. praife?

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Enter Speed and Launce. Speed AUNCE, 'by mine honesty, welcome to

* Milan, Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth ; for I am not welcome: I reckon this always, that a man is never undone, till he be hang'd ; nor never welcome to a place, 'till some certain shot be paid, and the hostess say, welcome.

Speed. Come on, you mad-cap; I'll to the alehouse with you presently, where, for one shot of fivepence thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, Sirrah, how did thy master part with madam Julia ?

Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnelt, they parted very fairly in jest.

Speed. But shall she marry him?
Laun. No.
Speed. How then ? shall he marry her ?
Laun, No, neicher.
Speed. What, are they broken?
Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish.
Speed. Why then how stands the matter with them?

Laun. Marry, thus : when it stands well with him, it stands well with her. Speed. What an ass art thou ? ( understand thee

not. Laun. What a block art chou, that thou canst not? My staff understands me.

It is Padua in the Milton in his great Poem. B. VI. former editions. See the note on - The terms we sent were terms

Pope, of weight, s This equivocation, misera. Such as we may perceive, amaz'd ble as it is, has been admitted by them all

Speed.

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Speed. What thou say'st ?

Laun. Ay, and what I do too; look chęe, I'll but lean, and my staff understands me.

Speed. It stands under thee indeed.
Laun. Why, stand-under, and understand, is all

cne.

Speed. But tell me true, will’t be a match ?

Laun. Ask my dog: if he fay, ay : it will ; if he fay, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say nothing, it will.

Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will.

Laun. Thou shalt never get fuch a secret from me, but by a parable.

Speed. 'Tis well, that I get it fo. But Launce, how,
'It thou, that my master is become a notable lover?
Laun. I never knew him otherwise.
Speed. Than how?

Laun. A notable Lubber, as thou reporteft him to be.

Speed. Why, thou whorson ass, thou mistakest me.

Laun. Why, fool, I mean not thee : I meant thy master.

Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover.

Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not tho' he burn himself in love: If thou wilt go with me to the alehouse, fo; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian.

Speed. Why?

Laun. Because thou hast not fo much charity in thee, as to go to the alehouse with a Christian: wilt

thou go?

Speed. At thy service.

(Exeunt.

And ftagger'd many; whoreceives

them right Had need from head to foot well

understand,

Net understood, this gift they

bave befides To thew us when our foes fland

not upright.

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