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Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary

Jul. That fits as well as–“Tell me, good w.y lord, To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps;

What compass will you wear your farthingale ?" Mach less shall she that hath love's wings to fly; Why, ev'n what fashion thou best lik'st, Lucetla. And when the flight is made to one so dear,

Luc. You must needs have them with a cod-piece, Of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus.

madam. Lse. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. Jul. Out, out, Lucetta! that will be ill-favour'd.

Jul. O, know'st thou not, his looks are my soul's food? Luc. A round hose, madam, now 's not worth a pin, Pity the dearth that I have pined in,

Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on. By longing for that food so long a time.

Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,

What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly. The wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow, But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me, As seek to quench the fire of love with words.

For undertaking so unstaid a journey? Lwc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire; I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd. Bat qualify the fire's extreme rage,

Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go not. Last it should bum above the bounds of reason.

Jul. Nay, that I will not.
Jul. The more thou damm'st it up, the more it burns; Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go.
The current that with gentle murmur glides,

If Proteus like your journey, when you come, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; No matter who 's displeas'd, when you are gone : But, when his fair course is not hindered,

I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal.
He makes sweet music with the enameli'd stones, Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear :
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge

A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears,
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage;

And instances of infinite * of love, And so by many winding nooks he strays,

Warrant me welcome to my Proteus. With willing sport, to the wild ocean.

Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men. Then let me go, and hinder not my course :

Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect! I'll be as patient as a gentle stream,

But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth : And make a pastime of each weary step,

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ; Till the last step have brought me to my love; His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; And there I 'll rest, as, after much turmoil,

His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; A blessed soul doth in Elysium.

His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth. L. But in what habit will you go along?

Luc. Pray Heaven he prove so,when you come to him. JuNot like a woman; for I would prevent

Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that wrong: The loose encounters of lascivious men:

To bear a hard opinion of his truth : Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds

Only deserve my love, by loving him; As may beseem some well-reputed page.

And presently go with me to my chamber, Luc. Why, then your ladyship must cut your hair. To take a note of what I stand in need of,

Jul. No, girl; I 'll knit it up in silken strings, To furnish me upon my longing journey. With twenty odd-conceited true-lore knots :

All that is mine I leave at thy dispose, To be fantastic may become a youth

My goods, my lands, my reputation; Of greater time than I shall show to be.

Only, in lieu thereof, despatch me hence : Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your Come, answer not, but to it presently; breeches ?

I am impatient of my tarriance.



SCENE I.-Milan. An Ante-room in the Duke's Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care; Palace.

Which to requite, command me while I live.

This love of theirs myself have often seen,
Enter Duke, Thurio, and Proteus.

Haply, when they have judg’d me fast asleep;
Drake. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile; And oftentimes have purpos'd to forbid
We have some secrets to confer about. [Exit THurio. Sir Valentine her company, and my court :
Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? But, fearing lest my jealous aim b might err,
Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would dis- And so, unworthily, disgrace the man,

(A rashness that I ever yet have shunn'd,) The law of friendship bids me to conceal:

I gave him gentle looks; thereby to find
Bat, when I call to mind your gracious favours That which thyself hast now disclos'd to me.
Doue to me, undeserving as I am,

And, that thou mayst perceive my fear of this,
My duty pricks me on to utter that

Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested,
Which else no worldly good should draw from me. I nightly lodge her in an upper tower,
Know, worthy prince, sir Valentine, my friend, The key whereof myself have ever kept;
This night intends to steal away your daughter;

And thence she cannot be convey'd away.
Myself am one made privy to the plot.

Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a meas, I know you have determind to bestow her

How he her chamber-window will ascend, On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates ;

And with a corded ladder fetch her down; And should she thus be stolen away from you,

For which the youthful lover now is gone, It would be much rexation to your age.

And this way comes he with it presently ; Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose

Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. To cross my friend in his intended drift,

But, good my lord, do it so cunningly, Than, by concealing it, heap on your head

That my discovery be not aimed at; A pack of sorrows, which would press you down,

Infinite-infinity. Being unprevented, to your timeless grave.

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For love of you, not hate unto my friend,

And built so shelving, that one cannot climb it Hath made me publisher of this pretence.

Without apparent hazard of his life. Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know Val. Why, then, a ladder, quaintly made of cords, That I had any light from thee of this.

To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks,
Pro. Adieu, my lord ; sir Valentine is coming. (Exit. Would serve to scale another Hero's tower,

So bold Leander would adventure it.

Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast ?

Advise me where I may have such a ladder. Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger Val. When would you use it f pray, sir, tell me that That stays to bear my letters to my friends,

Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, And I am going to deliver them.

That longs for everything that he can come by. Duke. Be they of much import!

Val. By seven o'clock I 'll get you such a ladder. Val. The tenor of them doth but signify

Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone; My health, and happy being at your court.

How shall I best convey the ladder thither? Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with me a while; Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it I am to break with thee of some affairs,

Under a cloak, that is of any length. That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret. Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn ! 'T is not unknown to thee, that I have sought

Val. Ay, my guod lord. To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter.


Then let me see thy cloak: Val. I know it well, my lord ; and, sure, the match I 'll get me one of such another length. Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleman Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord. Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities

Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak ?Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter :


pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.Cannot your grace win her to fancy him ?

What letter is this same? What 's here!-_“To Silvia"! Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, froward, And here an engine fit for my proceeding! Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty;

I 'll be so bold to break the seal for once.

[Reads. Neither regarding that she is my child,

“My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly; Nor fearing me as if I were her father :

And slaves they are to me, that send them flying : And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,

0, could their master come and go as lightly, Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her ;

Himself would lodge, where senseless they are lying.

My herald thouglits in thy pure som rest them; And, where 5 I thought the remnant of mine age

While I, their king, that thither them importune, Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty,

Do curse the grace that with such grace hath bless'd them I now am full resolv'd to take a wife,

Because myself do want my servants' fortune :

I curse myself, for they are sent by me, And turn her out to who will take her in :

That they should harbour where their lord should be.' Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower ;

What's here?
For me and my possessions she esteems not.
Val. What would your grace have me to do in this ?

"Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee:” Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here,

'T is so; and here 's the ladder for the purpose. Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy,

Why, Phaëton, (for thou art Merops' son,) And nought esteems my aged eloquence:

Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car, Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor, And with thy daring folly burn the world? (For long agone I have forgot to court:

Wilt thon reach stars, because they shine on thee ? Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd;)

Go, base intruder! overweening slave! How, and which way, I may bestow myself,

Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates ;
To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.

And think my patience, more than thy desert,
Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words; Is privilege for thy departure hence :
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,

Thank me for this, more than for all the favours,
More than quick words, do move a woman's mind. Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee.

Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent her. But if thou linger in my territories,
Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best contents Longer than swiftest expedition

Will give thee time to leave our royal court,
Send her another ; never give her o'er;

By Heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love For scorn at first makes after-love the more.

I ever bore my daughter, or thyself. If she do frown, 't is not in hate of you,

I will not hear thy vain excuse, But rather to beget more love in you:

But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from her.ce. If she do chide, 't is not to have you gone ;

(Exit Duke. For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.

Val. And why not death, rather than living torment, Take no repulse, whatever she doth say:

To die, is to be banish'd from myself;
For “get you gone," she doth not mean “away:" And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her,
Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ; Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces. What light is light, if Şilvia be not seen?
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

Unless it be to think that she is by,
Duke. But, she I mean is promis'd by her friends And feed upon the shadow of perfection.
Unto a youthful gentleman of worth ;

Except I be by Silvia in the night, And kept severely from resort of men,

There is no music in the nightingale ; That no man hath access by day to ber.

Unless I look on Silvia in the day, Val. Why, then I would resort to her by night. There is no day for me to look upon: Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock'd, and keys kept safe, She is my essence; and I leave to be, That no man hath recourse to her by night.

If I be not by her fair influence Val. What lets, but one may enter at her window ? Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive. Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom: • Pretence—design, b Where-whereas,

Tarry I here, I but attend on death ; * Lets-hinders.

But, fly I hence, I fly away from life.

her :

Be gone;


As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself,

Regard thy danger, and along with me. Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out.

Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy, Laur, So-ho! so-ho!

Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north gate. Pro. What seest thou?

Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Laun. Him we go to find :

Val. O my dear Silvia ! hapless Valentine ! There's not a hair on 's head, but 't is a Valentine.

[Exeunt VALENTINE and PROTEUS, Pro. Valentine?

Laun. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have Val No.

the wit to think my master is a kind of a knave: but Pro. Who then ! his spirit?

that's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not Pal. Neither.

now that knows me to be in love : yet I am in love; Pro. What then?

but a team of horse shall not pluck that from ine; nor Val. Nothing.

who 't is I love, and yet 't is a woman : but what woLaun. Can nothing speak? Master, shall I strike? man, I will not tell myself; and yet 't is a milkmaid; Pre. Who wouldst thou strike ?

yet it is not a maid, for she hath had gossips : yet 't is Laur. Nothing.

à maid, for she is her master's maid, and serves for Pro. Villain, forbear.

wages. She hath more qualities than a water-spaniel, Laun. Why, sir, I 'll strike nothing : I pray you, which is much in a bare Christian. Here is the catePro. Sitrah, I say, forbear: Friend Valentine, a word. log (pulling out a paper) of her conditions. Imprimis,

Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear goud news, “She can fetch and carry." Why, a horse can do no So much of bad already hath possess'd them.

more : nay, a horse cannot fetch, but only carry; therePro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, fore is she better than a jade. Item, "She can milk;" For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad.

look you, a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands. Val. Is Silvia dead? Pro. No, Valentine.

Enter SPEED.
Val No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia!
Hath she forswom me?

Speed. How now, signior Launce? what news with Pro. No, Valentine.

your mastership? Fel No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me!

Laun. With my master's ship? why, it is at sea. What is your news?

Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake the word : Laun. Sir, there is a proclamation that you are va

What news then in your paper ? Tished.

Laun. The blackest news that ever thou heard'st. Pre. That thou art banished. O, that 's the news;

Speed. Why, man, how black? from bence, from Silvia, and from me, thy friend.

Laun. Why, as black as ink. Val. O, I have fed upon this woe already,

Speed. Let me read them. And now excess of it will make me surfeit.

Laun. Fie on thee, jolt-head! thou canst not read. Doth Silria know that I am banished ?

Speed. Thou liest, I can. Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom

Laun. I will try thee: Tell me this: Who begot

thee? (Which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual force) A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears :

Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather. Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd;

Laun. O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy With them, upon her knees, her humble self;

grandmother : this proves that thou canst not read. Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became them,

Speed. Come, fool, come : try me in thy paper. As if but now they waxed pale for woe :

Laun. There; and St. Nicholas be thy speed ! But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,

Speed. Imprimis, “She can milk." Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,

Laun. Ay, that she can. Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire;

Speed. Item, “She brews good ale." But Valentine, if he be ta’en, must die.

Laun. And thereof comes the proverb,—Blessing of Besides, her intercession chaf'd him so,

your heart, you brew good ale. When she for thy repeal was suppliant,

Speed. Item, “She can sew.” That to close prison he commanded her,

Laun. That's as much as to say, can she so ? With many bitter threats of 'biding there.

Speed. Item, “She can knit." Val. No more; unless the next word that thou speak'st

Laun. What need a man care for a stock with a Have some malignant power upon my life:

wench, when she can knit him a stock ? a If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear,

Speed. Item,“ She can wash and scour." As ending anthem of my endless dolour.

Laun. A special virtue; for then she need not be

washed and scoured. Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, And study help for that which thou lament'st.

Speed. “She can spin." Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

Laun. Then may 1 set the world on wheels, when Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love ;

she can spin for her living. Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.

Speed. Item, “She hath many nameless virtues." Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that,

Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues ; And manage it against despairing thoughts.

that, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore have Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence : Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd

Speed. “ Here follow her vices." Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.

Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues. The time now serves not to expostulate:

Speed. Item, “She is not to be kissed fasting, in re Come, I 'll convey thee through the city gate;

spect of ber breath." And, ere I part with thee, confer at large

Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a Of all that may concem thay love-affairs :

breakfast: Read on.

Speed. Item, “ She hath a sweet mouth." · Eren in the milk-white bosom of thy love. The lady of the

Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath. extreath century hal a small pocket in the front of her stays, Speed. Item,“ She doth talk in her sleep." in which she carried her letters, and other matters which she


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Laun. It 's no matter for that, so snc sleep not in Pro. Gone, my good lord. ber talk.

I ruke. My daughter takes his going grievously. Speed Item, “ She is slow in words."

Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. Laun. O villain, that set this down among her Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so.vices !

Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee
To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue : (For thou last shown some sign of good desert)
I pray thee, out with 't; and place it for her chief Makes me the better to confer with thee.

Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace,
Speed. Item, “ She is proud."

Let me not live to look upon your grace. Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, Duke. Thou know'st how willingly I would effect And cannot be ta'en from her.

The match between sir Thurio and my daughter. Speed. Item, “ She hath no teeth."

Pro. I do, my lord. Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant crusts.

How she opposes her against my will. Speed. Item,“ She is curst."

Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. Laun. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to bite. Duke. Ay, and perversely she persevers so. Speed. “ She will often praise her liquor."

What might we do, to make the girl forget Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall : if she will The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio ? not, I will; for good things should be praised.

Pro. The best way is, to slander Valentine Speed. Item,“ She is too liberal.”

With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent; Laun. Of her tongue she cannot; for that 's writ Three things that women highly hold in hate. down she is slow of: of her purse she shall not; for that Duke. Ay, but she 'll think that it is spoke in bate. I 'll keep shut: now of another thing she may; and Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it: that cannot I help. Well, proceed.

Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken Speed. Item, " She hath more hair than wit,and By one whom she esteemeth as his friend. more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults." Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him.

Laun. Stop there; I 'll have her : she was mine, and Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do: not mine, twice or thrice in that last article : Rehearse 'T is an ill office for a gentleman; that once more.

Especially, against his very • friend. Speed. Item,“ She hath more hair than wit," — Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage hiin,

Laun. More hair than wit,-it may be ; I'll prove Your slander never can endamage him; it: The cover of the salt hides the salt

, and therefore Therefore the office is indifferent, it is more than the salt; the hair that covers the wit is Being entreated to it by your friend. more than the wit; for the greater hides the less. Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord : if I can do it, What 's next?

By aught that I can speak in his dispraise, Speed." And more faults than hairs,"

She shall not long continue love to him. Laun. That 's monstrous : 0, that that were out! But say, this weed her love from Valentine, Speed.-“ And more wealth than faults."

It follows not that she will love sir Thurio. Laun. Why, that word makes the faults gracious : Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love fronı him, Well, I 'll have her: And if it be a match, as nothing Lest it should ravel, and be good to none, is impossible,

You must provide to bottom it on me; Speed. What then ?

Which must be done by praising me as much Laun. Why, then will I tell thee,—that thy master As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine. stays for thee at the north gate,

Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this Speed. For me?

kind; Laun. For thee? ay : who art thou ? he bath stayed Because we know, on Valentine's report, for a better man than thee.

You are already love's firm votary, Speed. And must I go to him?

And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast stayed Upon this warrant shall you have access so long, that going will scarce serve the turn.

Where you with Silvia may confer at large; Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner ? 'pox of your For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy, love-letters!

[Éxit. And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you; Laun. Now will he be swinged for reading my fetter: Where you may temper her, by your persuasion, An unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself into se To hate young Valentine, and love my friend. crets !—I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction. [Exit. Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect :

But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough;
SCENE II.-The same. A Room in the Duke's

You must lay lime, to tangle her desires,

By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes
Enter Duke and THURIO; PROTEUS behind.

Should be full fraught with serviceable vows.

Duke. Ay, much is the force of heaven-bred poesy. Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not ut that she will love

Pro. Say that upon the altar of her beauty you,

You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart. Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight.

Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears Thu. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most, Moist it again; and frame some feeling line, Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me,

That may discover such integrity : That I am desperate of obtaining her.

For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews; Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones, Trenched in ice; which with an hour's heat

Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form.

Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,

After your dire lamenting elegies, And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.

Visit by night your lady's chamber-window, How now, sir Proteus ? Is your countryman,

With some sweet concert: to their instruments According to our proclamation, gone ?

Tune a deploring dump;t the night's dead silence • An old English prorerh, . Trenched-cut.

- Very-true; real. • Dump-a mournful elegey

Will well become such sweet complaining grievance. I have a sonnet that will serve the turn,
Theis, or else nothing, will inherit her.

To give the onset to thy good advice.
Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in love. Duke. About it, gentlemen.

Thu. And thy advice this night I 'll put in practice. Pro. We 'll wait upon your grace till after supper; Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver,

And afterward determine our proceedings. Let us into the city presently

Duke. Even now about it; I will pardon you. To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in music:




SCENE I.-A Forest, near Mantua. But to the purpose,—for we cite our faults,

That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives,
Enter certain Outlaws.

And, partly, seeing you are beautified
I Oxt. Fellows, stand fast; I see a passenger. With goodly shape; and by your own report
2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down with 'em. A linguist; and a man of such perfection,

As we do in our quality much want; 3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about

2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man,

Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you: you; If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you.

Are you content to be our general ?

To make a virtue of necessity,
Speed. Sir, we are undone! these are the villains
That all the travellers do fear so much.

And live, as we do, in this wilderness?
Val. My friends,

3 Out. What say'st thou ? wilt thou be of our consort 1 1 Out. That 's not so, sir; we are your enemies.

Say, ay, and be the captain of us all: 2 Out. Peace! we 'll hear him.

We 'll do thee homage, and be rul'd by thee, 3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we; for he is a proper

Love thee as our commander, and our king.

1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose;

2 Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we bare

offer'd. A man I am crossd with adversity : riches are these poor habiliments,

Val. I take your offer, and will live with you; which if you should here disfurnish me,

Provided that you do no outrages Ya take the sum and substance that I have.

On silly women, or poor passengers. 2 Out. Whither travel you ?

3 Out. No, we detest such vile base practices. Val. To Verona.

Come, go with us, we 'll bring thee to our crews, I out. Whence came you?

And show thee all the treasure we have got; Tal. From Milan.

Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. [Exeun! 3 Out. Have you long sojoum'd there?

SCENE II.-Milan. Court of the Palace. Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might have stay'd,

Enter PROTEUS. If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.

Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, 1 Ort. What, were you banish'd thence ?

And now I must be as unjust to Thurio. Val. I was.

Under the colour of commending him, 2 Ox. For what offence?

I have access my own love to prefer ; Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse : But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent;

To be corrupted with my worthless gifts. Pat yet I slew him manfully in fight,

When I protest true loyalty to her, Iithout false vantage, or base treachery.

She twits me with my falsehood to my friend : 1 Ort. Why, ne'er repent it, if it were done so : When to her beauty I commend my vows, Bat were you banish'd for so small a fault?

She bids me think how I have been forsworn Vel. I was, and held me glad of such a doom.

In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov'd : 1 Out. Have you the tongues ?

And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips, Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy ; The least whereof would quell a lover's hope, Or else I often had been miserable.

Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, 3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar, The more it grows, and fawneth on her still. This fellow were a king for our wild faction

But here comes Thurio : now must we to her window, I Out. We 'll have him ; sirs, a word.

And give some evening music to her ear.
Speed. Master, be one of them;

Enter THURIO and Musicians.
It is an honourable kind of thievery.
Vel. Peace, villain !

Thu. How now, sir Proteus; are you crept before us? 2 Out. Tell us this: Have you anything to take lo? Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for you know that love Val. Nothing but my fortune.


in service where it cannot go. 3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen,

Thu. Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here. Snch as the fury of ungovern'd youth

Pro. Sir, but I do, or else I would be hence. Thrust from the company of awful • men :

Thu. Who? Silvia ? Myself was from Verona banished,

Pro. Ay, Silvia,—for your sake. For practising to steal away a lady,

Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, en beis, and near allied unto the duke.

Let 's tune, and to it lustily awhile. 2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, Enter Host, at a distance; and Julia in boy's clothes. Thom, in my mood, I stabb'd unto the heart.

Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you 're allyI Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as these.

cholly; I pray you, why is it? Inherit-obtain possession of. Sort-choose.

Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. Awful-lawful.

Host. Corne, we 'll have you merry : I 'll bring you

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