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For Valentine, I need not 'cite him to it.
Pro. No, but she is an earthly paragon. I'll send him hither to you presently.
[Exit Duke. l'al. Call her divine. Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship, Pro. I will not flatter her. Had come along with n.e, but that his mistress
Val. O! flatter me, for love delights in praises. Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks.
Pro. When I was sick you gave me bitter pills, Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them, And I must minister the like to you. L'pon some other pawn for fealty.
l'al. Then speak the truth by her: if not divine, Tal
. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prisoners still. Yet let her be a principality, Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind, Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth. How could he see his way to seek you out?
Pro. Except my mistress. l'al. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. l'al. Sweet, except not any, Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all. Except thou wilt except against my love. l'al. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself:
Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? Upon a homely object love can wink.
l'al. And I will help thee to prefer her, too: Enter PROTEUS.
She shall be dignified with this high honour,– Sil. Have done, have done. Here comes the gen- To bear my lady's train, lest the base earth tleman.
[Exit Thurio. Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, Fal. Welcome, dear Proteus !—Mistress, I beseech And, of so great a favour growing prond, you,
Disdain to root the summer-smelling flower, Confirm his welcome with some special favour. And make rough winter everlastingly.
Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this? If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from.
Val. Pardon me, Proteus : all I can, is nothing Val. Mistress, it is. Sweet lady, entertain him To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing. To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship.
She is alone. Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant.
Pro. Then, let her alone. Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant Val. Not for the world. Why, man, she is mine own; To have a look of such a worthy mistress.
And I as rich in having such a jewel, Val. Leave off discourse of disability.
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else. Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,
Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed. Because thou seest me dote upon my love.
Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself. Only for his possessions are so huge,
Is gone with her along, and I must after,
That you are worthless. For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.
Pro. But she loves you? Thu. Madam, my lord, your father, would speak Val. Ay, and we are betroth'd ; nay, more, our with you.
The ladder made of cords, and all the means
[Exeunt Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel. Pal. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you came? Pro. Go on before ; I shall enquire you forth. Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much I must unto the road, to disembark conimended.
Some necessaries that I needs must use, Val. And how do yours ?
And then I'll presently attend on you. Pro.
I left them all in health. Val. Will you make haste ? Pal. How does your lady, and how thrives your love? Pro. I will.
[Exit VALENTINE. Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you: Even as one heat another heat expels, I knox, you joy not in a love-discourse.
Or as one nail by strength drives out another, l'al. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now: So the remembrance of my former love I have done penance for contemning love;
Is by a newer object quite forgotten. Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me Is it mine own, or Valentino's praise, With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,
Her true perfection, or my false transgression,
She's fair, and so is Julia that I love ;-
Bears no impression of the thing it was.
Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold, There is no woe to his cor correction,
And that I love him not, as I was wont: Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth!
O! but I love his lady too too much; Now, no discourse, except it be of love;
And that's the reason I love him so little.
That thus without advice begin to love her ?
And that hath dazzled so my reason's light;
There is no reason but I shall be blind.
Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it. If I can check my erring love, I will ;
At first I did adore a twinkling star, If not, to compass her I'll use my skill. [Exit. But now I worship a celestial sun. SCENE V.-The Same. A Street.
Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken;
And he wants wit, that wants resolved will
To learn his wit t' exchange the bad for better.
Launce. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth, for I am Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd not welcome. I reckon this always-that a man is With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. never undone, till he be hang’d; nor never welcome to I cannot leave to love, and yet I do; a place, till some certain shot be paid, and the hostess But there I leave to love, where I should love. say, welcome.
Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose : Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the alehouse If I keep them, I needs must lose myself ; with you presently ; where for one shot of five pence If I lose them, thus find I, by their loss, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia. how did thy master part with madam Julia ?
I to myself am dearer than a friend, Launce. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they For love is still most precious to itself; parted very fairly in jest.
And Silvia, (witness heaven that made her fair!) Speed. But shall she marry him?
Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope. Launce. No.
I will forget that Julia is alive, Speed. How then ? Shall he marry her?
Remembering that my love to her is dead; Launce. No, neither.
And Valentine I'll hold an enemy, Speed. What, are they broken?
Aiming at Silvia, as a sweeter friend. Launce. No, they are both as whole as a fish. I cannot now prove constant to myself Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with them? Without some treachery used to Valentine.
Launce. Marry, thus : when it stands well with him This night, he meaneth with a corded ladder it stands well with her.
To climb celestial Silvia's chamber window;
Of their disguising, and pretended flight;
Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine, Launce. Ay, and what I do too : look thee; I'll but For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter: lean, and my staff understands me.
But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross Speed. It stands under thee, indeed.
By some sly trick blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. Launce. Why, stand-underand under-stand is all one. Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match ?
As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! [Exit. Launce. Ask my dog: if he say, ay, it will; if he SCENE VII.–Verona. A Room in Julia's House. say, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say nothing, it will.
Enter Julia and Lucetta. Speed. The conclusion is, then, that it will.
Jul. Counsel, Lucetta; gentle girl, assist me :
Who art the table wherein all my thoughts
How, with my honour, I may undertake
A journey to my loving Proteus.
Launce. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps, master.
Much less shall she, that hath love's wings to fly ; Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover. And when the flight is made to one so dear,
Launce. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn Of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus. himself in love, if thou wilt go with me to the ale- Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. house : if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not Jul. 0! know'st thou not, his looks are my soul's worth the name of a Christian.
food ? Speed. Why?
Pity the dearth that I have pined in, Launce. Because thou hast not so much charity in By longing for that food so long a time. thee, as to go to the ale with a Christian. Wilt thou go? Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Speed. At thy service.
[Exeunt. Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow, SCENE VI.— The Same. An Apartment in the
As seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire,
But qualify the fire's extreme rage,
Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.
The current, that with gentle murinur glides,
He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones,
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage;
And so by many winding nooks he strays
I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd. With willing sport to the wide ocean.
Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go not. Then, let me go, and hinder not my course.
Jul. Nay, that I will not. I'll be as patient as a gentle stream,
Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go. And make a pastime of each weary step,
If Proteus like your journey, when you come, Till the last step have brought me to my love; No matter who's displeas'd, when you are gone. And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil,
I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal. A blessed soul doth in Elysium.
Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear.
A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears,
Warrant me welcome to my Proteus.
Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men. As may beseem some well-reputed page.
Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect; Luc. Why, then your ladyship must cut your hair. But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth : Jul. No, girl; I'll knit it up in silken strings, His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots :
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; To be fantastic, may become a youth
His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; Of greater time than I shall show to be.
His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you come to breeches ?
him ! Jul. That fits as well, as—“tell me, good my lord, Jul. Now, as thou lov’st me, do him not that wrong, What compass will you wear your farthingale ?" To bear a hard opinion of his truth : Why, even what fashion thou best lik'st, Lucetta. Only deserve my love by loving him,
Luc. You must needs have them with a codpiece, And presently go with me to my chamber, madam.
To take a note of what I stand in need of,
My goods, my lands, my reputation;
[Exeunt. For undertaking so unstaid a journey?
gave him gentle looks; thereby to find
That which thyself hast now disclos'd to me.
And, that thou may'st perceive my fear of this,
awhile : Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested,
Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would discover, And thence she cannot be convey'd away.
Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a mean
And with a corded ladder fetch her down ; My duty pricks nie on to utter that,
For which the youthful lover now is gone, Which else no worldly good should draw from me. And this way comes he with it presently, know, worthy prince, sir Valentine, my friend, Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. This night intends to steal away your daughter : But, good my lord, do it so cunningly, Myself am one made privy to the plot.
That my discovery be not aimed at; I know you have determin'd to bestow her
For love of you, not hate unto my friend, On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates; Hath made me publisher of this pretence. And should she thus be stol'n away from you,
Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know It would be much vexation to your age.
That I had any light from thee of this. Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose
Pro. Adieu, my lord: sir Valentine is coming. To cross my friend in his intended drift,
[Exit. Than, by concealing it, heap on your head
Enter VALENTINE, in his cloak.
Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger
And I am going to deliver them. This love of theirs myself have often seen,
Duke. Be they of much import? Heply, when they have judg'd me fast asleep,
Val. The tenor of them doth but signify And oftentimes have purpos'd to forbid
My health, and happy being at your court. Valentine her company, and my court;
Duke. Nay, then no matter : stay with me awhile. Bat, fearing lest my jealous aim might err,
I am to break with thee of some affairs And so unwortbily disgrace the man,
That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret.
'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought Under a cloak that is of any length. To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter. Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn?
Val. I know it well, my lord ; and, sure, the match Val. Ay, my good lord. Were rich and honourable: besides, the gentleman Duke.
Then, let me see thy cloak : Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities
I'll get me one of such another length. Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter.
Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord. Cannot your grace win her to fancy him?
Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak ?-Duke. No, trust me : she is peevish, sullen, froward, I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty;
What letter is this same? What's here ?>" To Silvia ?": Neither regarding that she is my child,
And here an engine fit for my proceeding! Nor fearing me as if I were her father :
[Ladder and letter fall out. And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers
I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. [Reads. Upon advice hath drawn my love from her;
“My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly; And, where I thought the remnant of mine age And slaves they are to me, that send them flying : Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty, 0! could their master come and go as lightly, I now am full resolv'd to take a wife,
Himself would lodge, where senseless they are lying. And turn her out to who will take her in :
My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them; Then, let her beauty be her wedding-dower;
While 1, their king, that thither them importune, For me and my possessions she esteems not.
Do curse the grace that with such grace hath bless'd them, Val. What would your grace have me to do in this? Because myself do want my servant's fortune. Duke. There is a lady in Milano here,
I curse myself, for they are sent by me, Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy,
That they should harbour where their lord should be." And nought esteems my aged eloquence :
What's here? Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor, “Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee :" (For long agone I have forgot to court;
"Tis so; and here's the ladder for the purpose. Besides, the fashion of the time is chang’d)
Why, Phaëton, (for thou art Merops' son) How, and which way, I may bestow myself,
Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car, To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.
And with thy daring folly burn the world ? Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words. Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee? Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,
Go, base intruder; over-weening slave:
Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent her. And think my patience, more than thy desert,
Thank me for this, more than for all the favours Send her another; never give her o'er,
Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee: For scorn at first makes after-love the more.
But if thou linger in my territories If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
Longer than swiftest expedition But rather to beget more love in you:
Will give thee time to leave our royal court, If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone,
By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.
I ever bore my daughter, or thyself. Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
Begone: I will not hear thy vain excuse; For “get you gone," she doth not mean, ' away.” But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from hence. Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces;
[Exit Duke Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces. Val. And why not death, rather than living torment? That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, To die is to be banish'd from myself, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, Duke. But she I mean is promis'd by her friends Is self from self; a deadly banishment. Unto a youthful gentleman of worth,
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? And kept severely from resort of men,
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by ?
Unless it be, to think that she is by,
Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock'd, and keys kept safe, Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale ; Val. What lets, but one may enter at her window ? Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground, There is no day for me to look upon.
If I be not by her fair influence
I fly not death, to fly bis deadly doom :
Tarry I here, I but attend on death; So bold Leander would adventure it.
But, fly I hence, I fly away from life. Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood,
Enter Proteus and LAUNCE. Advise me where I may have such a ladder.
Pro. Run, boy; run, run, and seek him out. Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me that. Launce. So-ho! so-ho!
Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, Pro. What seest thou?
Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. head, but 'tis a Valentine.
Pro. Valentine ?
the wit to think, my master is a kind of a knave; but Pro. What then?
that's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not Val. Nothing
now, that knows me to be in love: yet I am in love; Launce. Can nothing speak? master, shall I strike? but a team of horse shall not pluck that from me, nor Pro. Whom wouldst thou strike ?
who 'tis I love; and yet 'tis a woman: but what Launce. Nothing.
woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a milkPro. Villain, forbear.
maid; yet ’tis not a maid, for she hath had gossips : Launce. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray you, yet 'tis a maid, for she is her master's maid, and serves Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear.-Friend Valentine, a for wages. She hath more qualities than a waterword.
spaniel, which is much in a bare Christian. Here is Val. Myears are stopp’d, and cannot hear good news, the cat-log (pulling out a paper] of her conditions. So much of bad already hath possess’d them.
Imprimis, "She can fetch and carry." Why, a horse Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, can do no more: nay, a horse cannot fetch, but only For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad.
carry; therefore, is she better than a jade. Item, Pal. Is Silvia dead?
“She can milk;" look you, a sweet virtue in a maid Pro. No, Valentine.
with clean hands. Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia !
Speed. How now, signior Launce? what news with
Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake the word.
Launce. The blackest news that ever thou heard'st.
Speed. Let me read them.
Launce. Fie on thee, jolt-head! thou canst not read. Doth Silvia know that I am banished ?
Speed. Thou liest, I can. Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom, Launce. I will try thee. Tell me this : who begotthee? (Which, unrevers 'd, stands in effectual force)
Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather. A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears :
Launce. O, illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd, grandmother. This proves that thou canst not read. With them, upon her knees, her humble self;
Speed. Come, fool, come : try me in thy paper. Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became them, Launce. There, and saint Nicholas be thy speed ! As if but now tbey waxed pale for woe :
Speed. Imprimis, "She can milk.”
Launce. Ay, that she can.
Launce. And thereof comes the proverb, - Blessing
of your heart, you brew good ale. Besides, her intercession chaf”d him so,
Speed. Item, “She can sew.”' When she for thy repeal was suppliant,
Launce. That's as much as to say, Can she so ? That to close prison he commanded her,
Speed. Item, “She can knit."
Launce. What need a man care for a stock with a
Speed. Item, “She can wash and scour.”
Launce. A special virtue; for then she need not be If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear,
wash'd and scour'd. As ending anthem of my endless dolour.
Speed. Item, “She can spin."
Speed. Item, “She hath many nameless virtues."
Launce. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues; Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.
that, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that,
have no names. And manage it against despairing thoughts.
Speed. Here follow her vices.
Speed. Item, “She is not to be kissed fasting, in
respect of her breath.” The time now serves not to expostulate :
Launce. Well, that fault may be mended with a Come, I'll convey thee through the city-gate,
breakfast. Read on. And, ere I part with thee, confer at large
Speed. Item, “She hath a sweet mouth." Of all that may concern thy love affairs.
Launce. That makes amends for her sour breath. As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself,
Speed. Item, “She doth talk in her sleep."
Launce. It's no matter for that, so she slip not in
. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy, her talk.
. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Launce. O villain! that set this down among her
[Exeunt Valentine and Proteus. I pray thee, out with't, and place it for her chief virtue.