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O hateful hands! to tear such loving words:
I throw thy name against the bruising stores,
Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune. Give me a note: your ladyship can set.
Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible:
Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden then.
Jul. And why not you?
[Tears the letter.
Go, get you gone, and let the papers lie:
To be so anger'd with another letter.
Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the And here is writ-love-wounded Proteus."
Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,
Enter ANTONIO, and PANTHINO.
Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. Ant. Why, what of him? Pant. He wonder'd, that your lordship Would suffer him to spend his youth at home, While other men, of slender reputation, Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: Some to the wars, to try their fortune there; Some, to discover islands far away; Some, to the studious universities For any, or for all these exercises, He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet, And did request me to importune you To let him spend his time no more at home, Which would be great impeachment to his age, In having known no travel in his youth.
Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that Whereon this month I have been hammering. I have consider'd well his loss of time, And how he cannot be a perfect man, Not being tried and tutor`d in the world: Experience is by industry achiev'd, And perfected by the swift course of time. Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him? Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant How his companion, youthful Valentine, Attends the emperor in his royal court.
Ant. I know it well.
Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither.
There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,
Ant. I like thy counsel: well hast thou advis'd; And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it, The execution of it shall make known.
Even with the speediest expedition
With other gentlemen of good esteem,
Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go: And, in good time,-now will we break with him.
Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn. O! that our fathers would applaud our loves, To seal our happiness with their consents! O heavenly Julia!
Ant. How now! what letter are you reading there?
Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or
Of commendations sent from Valentine,
Ant. Lend me the letter: let me see what news. Pro. There is no news, my lord, but that he writes
How happily he lives, how well belov'd,
Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish.
Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided: Please you, deliberate a day or two.
Ant. Look, what thou want'st shall be sent after
No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.Come on, Panthino: you shall be employ'd To hasten on his expedition.
[Exeunt ANTONIO and PANTHINO. Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire for fear of burning,
Val. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine.Sweet ornament, that decks a thing divine! Ah Silvia! Silvia!
Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia! Val. How now, sirrah?
Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.
Val. Go to, sir. Tell me, do you know madam Silvia?
Speed. She that your worship loves?
Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Speed. Marry, by these special marks. First, you have learn'd, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms, like a mal-content; to relish a love-song, like a robin-redbreast; to walk alone, like one that had the pestilence; to sigh, like a schoolboy that had lost his A B C; to weep, like a young wench that had buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laugh'd, to crow like a cock; when you walk'd, to walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you look'd sadly, it was for want of money; and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master. Val. Are all these things perceived in me? Speed. They are all perceived without ye. Val. Without me? they cannot.
Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain; for, without you were so simple, none else would: but you are so without these follies, that these follies are within you, and shine through you like the water in an urinal, that not an eye that sees you, but is a physician to comment on your malady.
Val. But, tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia? Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper?
Val. Hast thou observed that? even she I mean. Speed. Why, sir, I know her not.
Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know'st her not?
Speed. Is she not hard-favour'd, sir?
Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.
Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) wellfavour'd.
Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite.
Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the other out of all count.
Val. How painted? and how out of count? Speed. Marry, sir, so painted to make her fair, that no man 'counts of her beauty.
Val. How esteem'st thou me? I account of her beauty.
Speed. You never saw her since she was deform'd.
Val. How long hath she been deform'd?
Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her, and still I see her beautiful.
Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.
Speed. Because love is blind. O! that you had mine eyes; or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to have, when you chid at sir Proteus for going ungartered!
Val. What should I see then?
Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing deformity; for he, being in love, could not see to garter his hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose.
Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.
Speed. True, sir; I was in love with my bed. I thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.
Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. Speed. I would you were set, so your affection would cease.
Val. Last night she enjoin'd me to write some lines to one she loves.
Speed. And have you?
Val. I have.
Speed. Are they not lamely writ?
Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them.-Peace! here she comes.
Speed. O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet! Now will he interpret to her.
Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good mor
Speed. O! 'give ye good even: here's a million of manners.
Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.
Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia. Jul. I must, where is no remedy. Pro. When possibly I can, I will return. Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner. Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake. [Giving a ring. Pro. Why then, we'll make exchange: here, take you this.
Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss. Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy; And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day, Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake, The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness. My father stays my coming; answer not. The tide is now: nay, not thy tide of tears; That tide will stay me longer than I should. [Exit JULIA. Julia, farewell.-What! gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak; For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it. Enter PANTHINO.
Pant. Sir Proteus, you are stay'd for. Pro. Go; I come, I come.Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb.
SCENE III.-The Same. A Street.
Launce. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping: all the kind of the Launces have this very fault. I have received my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with sir Proteus to the imperial's court. I think Crab, my dog, be the sourest-natured dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruelhearted cur shed one tear. He is a stone, a very pebble-stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog; a Jew would have wept to have seen our parting why, my grandam having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it. This shoe is my father; -no, this left shoe is my father:-no, no, this left shoe is my mother;-nay, that cannot be so neither-yes, it is so, it is so; it hath the worser sole. This shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father. A vengeance on't! there 'tis: now, sir, this staff is my sister; for, look you, she is as white as a lily, and as small as a wand: this hat is
Nan, our maid: I am the dog;-no, the dog is himself, and I am the dog.-O! the dog is me, and I am myself: ay, so, so. Now come I to my father:
Father, your blessing :" now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping: now should I kiss my father; well, he weeps on. Now come I to my mother, (O, that she could speak now!) like a wood woman-well, I kiss her; why there 'tis ; here's my mother's breath up and down. Now come I to my sister; mark the moan she makes: now, the dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word, but see how I lay the dust with my tears.
Pant. Launce, away, away, aboard: thy master is shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's the matter? why weep'st thou, man? Away, ass; you'll lose the tide, if you tarry any longer.
Launce. It is no matter if the tied were lost; for it is the unkindest tied that ever any man tied. Pant. What's the unkindest tide?
Launce. Why, he that's tied here; Crab, my dog. Pant. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood; and, in losing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, in losing thy voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing thy master, lose thy service; and, in losing thy service,-Why dost thou stop my mouth?
Launce. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue. Pant. Where should I lose my tongue?
Launce. In thy tale.
Val. Of my mistress, then.
Speed. 'Twere good you knock'd him.
Thu. So do counterfeits.
Val. So do you.
Thu. What seem I that I am not?
Thu. What instance of the contrary?
Thu. And how quote you my folly?
Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio? do you change colour?