SPEED. Item, "She hath no teeth." LAUN. I care not for that neither, because I love crusts. LAUN. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to bite. SPEED." She will often praise her liquor." LAUN. If her liquor be good, she shall: if she will not, I will; for good things should be praised. SPEED. Item, "She is too liberal." LAUN. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's writ down she is slow of: of her purse she shall not; for that I'll keep shut: now of another thing she may; and that cannot I help. Well, proceed. SPEED. Item, "She hath more hair than wita, and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults." LAUN. Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine, and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article: Rehearse that once more. SPEED. Item, "She hath more hair than wit," LAUN. More hair than wit,-it may be; I'll prove it: The cover of the salt hides the salt 22, and therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that covers the wit is more than the wit; for the greater hides the less. What's next? SPEED." And more faults than hairs," LAUN. That's monstrous: O, that that were out! SPEED." And more wealth than faults." LAUN. Why, that word makes the faults gracious: Well, I'll have her: And if it be a match, as nothing is impossible, SPEED. What then? LAUN. Why, then will I tell thee,—that thy master stays for thee at the north gate. SPEED. For me? LAUN. For thee? ay: who art thou? he hath stayed for a better man than thee. SPEED. And must I go to him? LAUN. Thou must run to him, for thou hast stayed so long, that going will scarce serve the turn. [Exit. SPEED. Why didst not tell me sooner? 'pox of your love-letters! LAUN. Now will he be swinged for reading my letter: An unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself into secrets!-I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction. [Exit. SCENE II.-The same. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Enter DUKE and THURIO; PROTEUS behind. DUKE. Sir Thurio, fear not but that she will love you, THU. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most, An old English Proverb. Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me, That I am desperate of obtaining her. PRO. Gone, my good lord. DUKE. My daughter takes his going grievously. (For thou hast shown some sign of good desert) lord. DUKE. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant How she opposes her against my will. What might we do, to make the girl forget With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent; Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken Especially, against his very friend. DUKE. Where your good word cannot advantage him, Therefore the office is indifferent, Being entreated to it by your friend. PRO. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it, By aught that I can speak in his dispraise, DUKE. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind; And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough; You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart. For Orpheus' lute was strung with poet's sinews; Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. After your dire lamenting elegies, Visit by night your lady's chamber-window, With some sweet consorta: to their instruments Tune a deploring dump; the night's dead silence Will well become such sweet complaining grievance. This, or else nothing, will inherit her. Consort. The musicians consorted-chosen to play together-were called the consort; and so was the selection of music they performed-modernized into concert. b Dump-a mournful elegy. Dump, or dumps, for sorrow, was not originally a burlesque "My sinews dull, in dumps I stand."-SURREY. term: • Inherit-obtain possession of. DUKE. This discipline shows thou hast been in love. To sorta some gentlemen well skill'd in music: DUKE. About it, gentlemen. PRO. We'll wait upon your grace, till after supper; DUKE. Even now about it; I will pardon you. • Sort-to choose [Exeunt. 1 OUT. Fellows, stand fast; I see a passenger. 2 OUT. If there be ten, shrink not, but down with 'em. Enter VALENTINE and SPEED. 3 OUT. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about you; If not, we 'll make you sit, and rifle you. SPEED. Sir, we are undone! these are the villains VAL. My friends, 1 OUT. That's not so, sir; we are your enemies. 2 OUT. Peace! we 'll hear him. 3 OUT. Ay, by my beard, will we; for he is a proper man! VAL. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose; A man I am cross'd with adversity: My riches are these poor habiliments, |