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Dramatis Persona.

DUKE of Milan, Father to Silvia.
Valentine,
Protheus,

} the two Gentlemen.
Anthonio, Father to Protheus.
Thurio, a foolish Rival to Valentine.
Eglamore, Agent for Silvia in ber Escape.
Hoft, where Julia lodges in Milan,
Out-laws.
Speed, a clownish Servant to Valentine,
Launce, the like to Protheus.
Panthion, Servant to Anthonio.

Julia, a Lady of Verona, beloved of Protheus.
Silvia, the Duke of Milan's Daughter, beloved of Va.

lentine.
Luçetta, Waiting-woman to Julia.

Servants, Musicians.

The SCENE, sometimes in Verona ; sometimes in

Milan ; and on the Frontiers of Mantua.

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A C T I. SCENE I.

An open Place in Verona.

Enter Valentine and Protheus,

VALENTIN E.
EASE to persuade, my loving Protheus ;
Home-keeping youth have ever homely

wits ;

Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days

To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love, I rather would intreat thy company, To see the wonders of the world abroad ; Than (living dully fluggardiz'd at home) Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness,

i It is observable (I know not for what cause) that the stile of this comedy is less figurative, and more natural and unaffected than the greater part of this Author's, tho' fupposed to be one of the first he wrote.

Mr. Pope. -shapeless idlene. ] The expression is fine, as implying that idleness prevents the giving any form or character to the manners.

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But since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein ;
Ev'n as I would, when I to love begin.

Pro. Wilt thou be gone? sweet Valentine, adieu
Think on thy Protheus, when thou, haply, feest
Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel:
Wish me partaker in thy happiness,
When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger,
If ever danger do environ thee,
Commend thy Grievance to my holy prayer ;
For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine.
Val. And on a love-book

pray
for
my

success. Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee.

Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, How young Leander cross'd the Hellefpont.

Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love ; For he was more than over shoes in love.

Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love,
And yet you never swom the Hellespont.

Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots.
Val. No, I will not ; for it boots thee not.
Pro. What?
Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with

groans;
Coy looks, with heart-fore fighs; one fading moment's

mirth,
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights.
If haply won, perhaps, an hapless gain :
If loft, why then a grievous labour won ;
However, but a folly bought with wit;
Or else a wit by folly vanquished."

Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove.
Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not love.

Val. Love is your master ; for he masters you.
And he that is so yoaked by a fool,
Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.
Pro. 'Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud

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· The eating canker dwells; fo eating love • Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

Val. And writers say, as the most forward bud • Is eaten by the canker, ere it blow 3 & Even so by love the young and tender wit

Is turn’d to folly, blasting in the bud

Losing his verdure even in the prime,
ç And all the fair effects of future hopes.
But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,
That art a votary to fond desire ?
Once more, adieu: my father at the road
Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.

Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.

Val. Sweet Protheus, no: now let us take our leave.
At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters
Of thy success in love ; and what news else
Betideth here in absence of thy friend :
And I likewise will visit thee with mine.

Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan!
Vel. As much to you at home; and fo, farewel!

(Exit:
Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love;
He leaves his friends to dignify them more ;
I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.
Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd ine;
Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,
War with good counsel, set the world at nought;
Made wit with musing weak, heart fick with thought,

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? S CE N E II,

Enter Speed. Speed. Sir Protheus, save you ; saw you my master? Pro. But now he parted hence, t'imbark for Milan.

Speed.

3 This whole Scene, like many others in these plays (some of which I believe were written by Shakespear, and others interpo. VOL. I.

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