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For, in revenge of my contempt of love,
Pro. Enough : I read your fortune in your eye.
Val. Even she; and is she not a heav'nly saint ?
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 ;
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 to root the summer swelling flower ;
P10. Why, Valentine, whar bragadism is this?
Val. Pardon me, Protheus ; all I can, is nothing
Pro. Then let her alone.
Pro. But she loves you ?
Fro. Go on before ; I shall enquire you forth.
Val. Will you make hafte ?
She is alone.] The lands by herself. There is none to be compared to her. VOL. I.
So the remembrance of my former love
" 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?
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. 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. 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.
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,
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.
Laun. Because thou hast not fo much charity in thee, as to go to the alehouse with a Christian: wilt
Speed. At thy service.
And ftagger'd many; whoreceives
them right Had need from head to foot well
Net understood, this gift they
bave befides To thew us when our foes fland