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To learn his wit to change the bad for better. The current that with gentle murmur glides, Fye, fye, unreverend tongue ! to call her bad, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd

rage; With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. But, when his fair course is not hindered, I cannot leave to love, and yet I do;

He makes sweet musick with the enameld stones, But there I leave to love, where I should love. Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose :

He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; If I keep them, I needs must lose myself ; And so by many winding nooks he strays, If I lose them, thus find I by their loss, With willing sport, to the wild ocean. For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia. Then let me go, and hinder not my course : I to myself am dearer than a friend;

I'll be as patient as a gentle stream, For love is still more precious in itself: And make a pastime of each weary step, And Silvia, witness heaven that made her fair! Till the last step have brought me to my love; Shews Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.

And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil, I will forget that Julia is alive,

A blessed soul doch in Elysium. Rememb’ring that my love to her is dead; Luc. But in what habit will you go along? And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,

Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend.

The loose encounters of lascivious men; I cannot now prove constant to myself,

Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds Without some treachery used to Valentine : As may beseem some well-reputed page. This night, he meaneth with a corded ladder Luc. Why then, your ladyship must cut your To climb celestial Silvia’s chamber-window;

hair. Myself in counsel, his competitor :

Jul. No, girl; I'll knit it up in silken strings, Now presently I'll give her father notice With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots : Of their disguising, and pretended flight; To be fantastic may become a youth Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine; Of greater time than I shall show to be. For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter : Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross,

your breeches ? By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. Jul. 'That fits as well, as—" tell me, good my Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, lord, As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift. [Erit

. “What compass will you wear your farthingale?"

Why, even that fashion thou best lik'st, Lucetta. SCENE VII.-Verona. A room in Julia's house.

Luc. You must needs have them with a cod

piece, madam. Enter JULIA and LUCETTA.

Jul. Out, out, Lucetta ! that will be ill-fa.

vour'd. Jul. Counsel, Lucetta; gentle girl, assist me! Luc. A round hose, madam, now's not worth And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee,

a pin, Who art the table, wherein all my thoughts Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on. Are visibly charácter'd and engrav'd,

Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have To lesson me; and tell me some good mean, What thou think’st meet, and is most mannerly: How, with my honour, I may undertake But tell me, wench, how will the world repute A journey to my loving Proteus.

Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. For undertaking so unstaid a journey?

Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd.
To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps; Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and
Much less shall she, that hath love's wings to fly;
And when the flight is made to one so dear, Jul. Nay, that I will not.
Of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus.

Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go. Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. If Proteus like your journey, when you come, Jul. O, know'st thou not, his looks are my No matter who's displeas'd, when you are gone: soul's food ?

I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal. Pity the dearth that I have pined in,

Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear: By longing for that food so long a time. A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears, Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, And instances as infinite of love, Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow, Warrant me welcome to my Proteus. As seek to quench the fire of love with words. Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men. Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot Jul. Base men that use them to so base effect! fire;

But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth : But qualify the fire's extreme rage,

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ; Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate ; Jul. The more thou damm'st it up, the more His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart ; it burns;

His heart as far froin fraud, a len çp from earth.

go not.

Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you | To take a note of what I stand in need of, come to him !

To furnish me upon my longing journey. Jul. Now, as thou lov’st me, do him not that all that is mine I leave at thy dispose, wrong,

My goods, my lands, my reputation; To bear a hard opinion of his truth;

Only, in lieu thereof, despatch me hence: Only deserve my love, by loving him ;

Come, answer not, but to it presently; And presently go with me to my chamber, | I am impatient of my tarriance. [Exeunt.


from you,

SCENE 1.—Milan. An anti-room in the Duke's | Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. palace.

But, good my lord, do it so cunningly,

That my discovery be not aimed at; Enter Duke, THURIO, and PROTEUS.

For love of you, not hate unto my friend, Dule. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile; Hath made me publisher of this pretence. We have some secrets to confer t.

Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know

[Exit Thurio. That I had any light from thee of this. Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? Pro. Adieu, my lord ; sir Valentine is coming. Pro. My gracious lord, that, which I would

[Erit, discover,

Enter VALENTINE. The law of friendship bids me to conceal : But, when I call to mind your gracious favours Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast? Done to me, undeserving as I am,

Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger My duty pricks me on to utter that,

That stays to bear my letters to my friends, Which else no worldly good should draw from me. And I am going to deliver them. Know, worthy prince, sir Valentine, my friend, Duke. Be they of much import? This night intends to steal away your daughter; Val. The tenor of them doth but signify Myself am one made privy to the plot. My health, and happy being at your court. I know, you have determin’d to bestow her Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with me a On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates ;

while; And should she thus be stolen


I am to break with thee of some affairs, It would be much vexation to your age.

That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret. Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose 'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought To cross my friend in his intended drift, To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter. Than, by concealing it, heap on your head Val. I know it well, my lord; and sure, the A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, match Being unprevented, to your

timeless grave.

Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleDuke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care ;

Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities Which to requite, command me while I live. Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter: This love of theirs myself have often seen, Cannot your grace win her to fancy him? Haply, when they have judged me fast asleep ; Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, And oftentimes have purpos’d to forbid

froward, Sir Valentine her company, and my court: Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty; But, fearing lest my jealous aim might err, Neither regarding that she is my child, And so, unworthily, disgrace the man,

Nor fearing me as if I were her father : (A rashness that I ever yet have shunn'd,) And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers, I gave him gentle looks; thereby to find Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her ; That, which thyself hast now disclos’d to me. And, where I thought the remnant of mine age And, that thou may’st perceive my fear of this, Should have becn cherish'd by her child-like Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested,

duty, I nightly lodge her in an upper tower,

I now am full resolved to take a wife, The key whereof myself have ever kept; And turn her out to who will take her in: And thence she cannot be convey'd away. Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower ; Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis’d a For me and my possessions she esteems not.

Val. What would your grace have me to do in How he her chamber-window will ascend,

this? And with a corded ladder fetch her down; Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here, For which the youthful lover now is gone, Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy, And this way comes he with it presently; And nought esteems my aged eloquence:



Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor, Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my (For long agone I have forgot to court:

lord. Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd ;) Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a How, and which way, I may bestow myself,

cloak ? To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.

I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me. Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not What letter is this same? What's here?-T0 words;

Silvia? Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, And here an engine fit for my proceeding! More than quick words, do move a woman's I'll be so bold to break the seas for once. [Reads. mind.

My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly ; Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent And slaves they are to me, that send them flying : her.

0, could their master come and go as lightly, Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best Himself would lodge where senseless they are contents her:

lying: Send her another; never give her o'er ; My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them; For scorn at first makes after-love the more. While 1, their king, that thither them impórtune, If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,

Do curse the grace, that with such grace hath But rather to beget more love in you :

bless'd them, If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone ; Because myself do want my servants' fortune : For why, the fools are mad, if left alone. I curse myself, for they are sent by me, Take no repulse, whatever she doth say ; That they should harbour where their lord should For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away:

be. Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces; What's here? Though ne'er so black, say, they haveangels' faces. Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee : That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, 'Tis so, and here's the ladder for the purpose.If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. Why, Phaëton, (for thou art Merops' son,) Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car, friends

And with thy daring folly burn the world? Unto a youthful gentleman of worth ;

Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on And kept severely from resort of men,

thee? That no man hath access by day to her. Go, base intruder! over-weening slave!

Val. Why then I would resort to her by night. Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates ; Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock’d, and keys And think, my patience, more than thy desert, kept safe,

Is privilege for thy departure hence: That no man hath recourse to her by night. Thank me for this, more than for all the favours, Val. What lets, but one may enter at her which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee. window?

But if thou linger in my territories, Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the Longer than swiftest expedition ground;

Will give thee time to leave our royal court, And built so shelving that one cannot climb it By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love Without apparent hazard of his life.

I ever bore my daughter, or thyself. Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of Be gone, I will not hear thy vain excuse ; cords,

But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from hence. To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks,

[Exit Duke. Would serve to scale another Hero's tower, Val.. And why not death, rather than living So bold Leander would adventure it.

Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, To die, is to be banish'd from myself;
Advise me where I may have such a ladder. And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her,
Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell Is selt from self; a deadly banishment!

What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?
Duke. This very night ; for love is like a child, What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by ?
That longs for every thing that he can come by. Unless it be to think that she is by,

Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. And feed upon the shadow of perfection.
Duke. But, hark thee ; I will go to her alone; Except I be by Silvia in the night,
How shall I best convey the ladder thither? There is no music in the nightingale ;
Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
bear it

There is no day for me to look upon :
Under a cloak, that is of any length.

She is my essence ; and I leave to be, Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the If I be not by her fair influence turn?

Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish’d, kept alive. Val. Ay, my good lord.

I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom : Duke. Then let me see thy cloak;

Tarry I here, I but attend on death ; 111 get me one of such another length,

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

me that.

And study help for that, which thou lament'st. Enter Proteus and LAUNCE.

Time is the nurse and breeder of all good. Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love; Laun. So-ho! so-ho!

Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life. Pro. What seest thou?

Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, Laun. Him we go to find : there's not a hair And manage it against despairing thoughts. on's head, but 'tis a Valentine.

Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence; Pro. Valentine ?

Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd Val. No.

Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love. Pro. Who then ? his spirit?

The time now serves not to expostulate : Val. Neither.

Come, I'll convey thee through the city gate ; Pro. What then?

And, ere I part with thee, confer at large Val. Nothing;

Of all that may concern thy love-affairs : Laun. Can nothing speak? master, shall I strike? As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself, Pro. Whom would'st thou strike?

Regard thy danger, and along with me. Laun. Nothing.

Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my Pro. Villain, forbear.

boy, Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north you,

gate. Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear :-Friend Valentine, Pro.Go, sirrah, find him out.--Come, Valentine. a word.

Val. O my dear Silvia ! hapless Valentine! Val. My ears are stopp’d, and cannot hear good

[Exeunt Valentine and Proteus. news,

Laun. I am but a fool, look you ; and yet I So much

of bad already hath possess'd them. have the wit to think, my master is a kind of Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, knave: but that's all one, if he be but one knave. For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad. He lives not now, that knows me to be in love; Val. Is Silvia dead?

yet I am in love; but a team of horse shall not Pro. No, Valentine.

pluck that from me ; nor who 'tis I love, and yet Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia ! - | 'tis a woman: but that woman, I will not tell Hath she forsworn me?

myself; and yet 'tis a milk-maid : yet 'tis not a Pro. No, Valentine.

maid, for she hath had gossips : yet 'tis a maid, Val. No Valentine, ifSilvia have forsworn me!- for she is her master's maid, and serves for waWhat is your news?

ges. She hath more qualities than a water spaLaun. Sir, there's a proclamation that you are niel,—which is much in a bare christian. Here vanish'd.

is the cat-log (Pulling out a paper] of her conPro. That thou art banished, 0, that's the ditions. Imprimis, She can fetch and carry. news ;

Why, a horse can do no more ; nay, a horse canFrom hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend. not fetch, but only carry; therefore, is she bet

Val. O, I have fed upon this woe already, ter than a jade. Item, She can milk ; look you, And now excess of it will make me surfeit. a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands. Doth Silvia know that I am banished ? Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom,

Enter SPEED. (Which, unrevers’d, stands in effectual force,) Speed. How now, signior Launce ? what news A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears : with your mastership? Those at her father's churlish feet she tender’d; Laun. With my master's ship? why, it is at sea. With them, upon her knees, her humble self ; Speed. Well, your old vice still ; mistake the Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became word: What news then in your paper ? them,

Laun. The blackest news that ever thou As if but now they waxed pale for woe:

But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Speed. Why, man, how black ?
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears, Laun. Why, as black as ink.
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire; Speed. Let me read them.
But Valentine, if he be ta’en, must die.

Laun. Fye on thee, jolt-head ; thou canst not Besides, her intercession chaf'd him so,

read. When she for thy repeal was suppliant,

Speed. Thou liest, I can. That to close prison he commanded her,

Laun. I will try thee : Tell me this : Who With many bitter threats of biding there. begot thee? Val. No more ; unless the next word, that Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather. thou speak'st,

Laun. O illiterate loiterer !'it was the son of Have some malignant power upon my life: thy grandmother : this proves, that thou canst If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear, not read. As ending anthem of my endless dolour.

Speed. Come, fool, come: try me in thy paper. Pro. Ccase to lament for that thou canst not help, Laun. There; and saint Nicholas be thy speed!

love you,

Speed. Imprimis, She can milk.

that covers the wit, is more than the wit; for Laun. Ay, that she can.

the greater hides the less. What's next? Speed. Item, She brews good ale.

Speed. And more faults than hairs, Laun. And thereof comes the proverb, -Bles Laun. That's monstrous: 0, that that were sing of your heart, you brew good ale.

out! Speed. Item, She can sew.

Speed. And more wealth than faults. Laun. That's as much as to say, Can she so? Laun. Why, that word makes the faults graSpeed. Item, She can knit.

cious : Well, i'll have her : And if it be a match, Laun. What need a man care for a stock with as nothing is impossible,– a wench, when she can knit him a stock.

Speed. What then ? Speed. Item, She can wash and scour.

Laun. Why, then I will tell thee,--that thy Laun. A special virtue ; for then she need not master stays for thee at the north gate. be washed and scoured.

Speed. For me? Speed. Item, She can spin.

Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou ? he hath Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels, staid for a better man than thee. when she can spin for her living.

Speed. And must I go to him? Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues. Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast

Laun. That's as mu as to say, bastard vir- staid so long, that going will scarce serve the turn. tues; that, indeed, know not their fathers, and Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner ? 'pox therefore have no names.

of your love-letters !

[Erit. Speed. Here follow her vices.

Laun. Now will he be swinged for reading my Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues.. letter: An unmannerly slave, that will thrust

Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, in himself into secrets !«Il after, to rejoice in the respect of her breath.

boy's correction.

[Exit. Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast: Read on.

SCENE II.-The same. A room in the Duke's Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth.

palace. Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath. Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep.

Enter DUKE and Thurio; Proteus behind. Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will in her talk. Speed. Item, She is slow in words.

Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. Laun. O villain, that set this down among her Thu. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most, vices! To be slow in words, is a woman's only Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me, virtue: I pray thee, out with’t ; and place it for That I am desperate of obtaining her. her chief virtue.

Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure Speed. Item, She is proud.

Trenched in ice ; which with an hour's heat Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's lega- Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. cy, and cannot be taken from her.

A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, Speed. Item, She hath no teeth.

And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.Laun. I care not for that neither, because I How now, sir Proteus ? Is your countryman, love crusts.

According to our proclamation, gone? Speed. Item, She is curst.

Pro. Gone, my good lord. Laun. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously: bite.

Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. Speed. Item, She will often praise her liquor. Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so.--Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall : if she Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee, will not, I will; for good things should be praised. (For thou hast shown some sign of good desert.) Speed. Item, She is too liberal.

Makes me the better to confer with thee. Laun. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, writ down she is slow of: of her purse she shall | Let me not live to look upon your grace. not ; for that I'll keep shut: now, of another Duke. Thou know’st how willingly I would thing she may; and that I cannot help. Well, effect proceed.

The match between sir Thurio and my daughter. Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, and Pro. I do, my lord. more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults. Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant,

Laun. Stop there; I'll have her: she was How she opposes her against my will. mine, and not mine, twice or thrice in that last Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was article: Rehearse that once more.

here. Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, Duke. Ay, and perversely she persévers so.

Laun. More hair than wit,-it may be ; I'll What might we do, to make the girl forget prove it: The cover of the salt hides the salt, The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio ? and therefore it is more than the salt; the hair Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine

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