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How he her chamber-window will ascend,

Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of cords, And with a corded ladder fetch her down;

To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks, For which the youthful lover now is gone, Would serve to scale another Hero's tower, And this way comes he with it presently;

So bold Leander would adventure it. Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Bat, good my lord, do it so cunningly,

Advise me where I may have such a ladder. (that. That my discovery be not aimed at;

Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me For love of you, not hate unto my friend,

Duke. This very night ; for love is like a child, Hath made me publisher of this pretence.

That longs for every thing that he can come by. Date. Upon mine honour, he shall never know Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you-such a ladder. That I had any light from thee of this.

Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone; Pro. Adieu, my lord; sir Valentine is coming : How shall I best convey the ladder thither? Enter VALENTINE.

[Exit. Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast? Under a cloak, that is of any length. (turn.

Pal. Please it your grace, there is a messenger Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the That stays to bear my letters to my friends,

Val. Ay, my good lord. And I am going to deliver them.

Duke. Then let me see thy cloak: Duke. Be they of much import?

I'll get me one of such another length. Val. The tenor of them doth but signify

Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, mylord. My health, and happy being at your court.

Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak ? Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with me a while; I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me. I am to break with thee of some affairs,

What letter is this same? What's here?-To Silvia ?
That touch me pear, wherein thou must be secret. And here an engine fit for my proceeding!
Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. [Reads.
To match my friend, sir Thorio, to my daughter. My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly;

Pal. I know it well, my lord; and, sure the match And slaves they are to me, that send them flying :
Were rich and honourable ; besides, the gentleman 0, could their master come and go as lightly,
Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities

Himself would lodge, where senseless they are lying. Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter : My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them; Cannot your grace win her to fancy him? [ward, While I, their king, that thither them impórtune,

Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, fro Do curse the grace that with such grace hath bless'd Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty;

them, Neither regarding that she is my child,

Because myself do want my servants' fortune : Nor fearing me as if I were her father :

I curse myself, for they are sent by me, And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers, That they should harbour where their lord should be. Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her;

What's here? And, where I thought the remnant of mine age Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee : Should have been cherish'd by her child-like daty, 'Tis so; and here's the ladder for the purpose. I bow am fall resolved to take a wife,

Why, Phaëton, (for thou art Merops' son,) And turn her oat to who will take her in :

Wilt thou aspire to guide the beavenly car, Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower; And with thy daring folly burn the world? For me and my possessions she esteems not. Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee?

Val. What would your grace have me to do in this ? Go, base intruder! over-weening slave! Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here, Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates ; Whoin I affect; but she is nice, and coy,

And think, my patience, more than thy desert, And nought esteems my aged eloquence:

Is privilege for thy departure hence : Now, therefore, woald I have thee to my tutor,

Thank me for this, more than for all the favours, (For long agone I have forgot to court :

Which, all too much, I bave bestow'd on thee. Besides, the fashion of the time is chang’d;) But if thou linger in my territories, How, and which way, I may bestow myself, Longer than swiftest expedition To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.

Will give thee time to leave our royal court, Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words : By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,

I ever bore my daughter, or thyself. More than quick words, do move a woman's mind. Be gone, I will not hear thy vain excuse; Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent her. But as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from hence. Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best con

[Exit Duke. Send her another; never give her o'er; [tents her: Val. And why not death, rather than living torFor scorn at first makes after-love the more. To die, is to be banish'd from myself; [ment? If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,

And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, Bat rather to beget more love in you:

Is self from seli; a deadly banishment! If she do cbide, 'tis not to have you gone; What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? For wby, the fools are mad, if left alone.

What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
Take no repulse, whatever she doth says

Unless it be to think that she is by,
For, get you gone, she doth not mean away : And feed apon the shadow of perfection.
Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ; Except I be by Silvia in the night,
Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces. There is no music in the nightingale;
That man that bath a tongue, I say, is no man, Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. There is no day for me to look upon :

Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her friends She is my essence; and I leave to be,
Loto a youthfal gentleman of worth;

If I be not by her fair influence And kept severely from resort of men,

Foster’d, illumin’d, cherish'd, kept alive. That no man bath access by day to her.

I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom : Val. Why then I would resort to her by night. Tarry I here, I but attend on death; Duke. As, but the doors be lock'd, and keys

kept But, fly I hence, I fly away from life. That no man bath recourse to her by night. [safe,

Enter PROTEUS and LAUNCE. Vol. What lets, but one may enter at her window? Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. And built so shelving, that one cannot climb it Laun. So-ho! so-ho! Witbout apparent hazard of his life.

Pro. What seest thou ?

Laur. Him we go to find: there's not a hair on's, but that woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis head, but 'tis a Valentine.

a milkmaid; yet 'tis not a maid, for she hath had Pro, Valentine ?

gossips : yet 'tis a maid, for she is her master's maid, Val. No.

and serves for wages. She hath more qualities Pro. Who then? his spirit?

than a water-spaniel,--which is much in a bareVal. Neither.

christian. Here is the cat-log (Pulling out a paper) Pro. What then?

of her conditions. Imprimis, She can fetch and Val. Nothing.

carry. Why, a horse can do no more; nay, a horse Laun. Can nothing speak ? master, shall I strike ? cannot fetch, but only carry; therefore, is she better Pro. Whom would'st thou strike?

than a jade. Item, She can milk; look you, a sweet Laun. Nothing.

virtue in a maid with clean bands. Pro. Villain, forbear. Laun. Why, sir, l'll strike nothing : I pray you,-

Enter SPEED. Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear :-Friend Valentine, Speed. How now, signior Launce? what news a word.

[news, with your mastership? Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good Laun. With my master's ship? why, it is at sea. So much of bad already bath possess'd them. Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake the

Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, word : What news then in your paper ? For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad.

Laun. The blackest newsthat ever thou heard'st. Val. Is Silvia dead?

Speed. Why, man, how black ? Pro. No, Valentine.

Laun. Why, as black as ink. Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia! Speed. Let me read them. Hath she forsworn me?

Laun. Fye on thee, jolt-head; thou canst not read. Pro. No, Valentine.

Speed. Thou liest, I can.

(thee? Val. No Valentine, if Silvia lave forsworn me !-- Laun. I will try thee: Tell me this: Who begot What is your news?

[vanish’d. Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather. Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation that you are Laun. O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy

Pro. That thou art banished, 0, that's the news; grandmother : this proves, that thou canst not read. From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend. Speed. Come, fool, come: try me in thy paper.

Val. O, I have fed upou this woe already, Laun. There; and St. Nicholas be thy speed! And now excess of it will make me surfeit.

Speed. Imprimis, She can milk. Doth Silvia know that I am banished ?

Laun. Ay, that she can. Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom, Speed. Item, She breus good ale. (Which, unrevers’d, stands in effectual force,) Laun. And thereof comes the proverb -BlessÀ sea of melting pearl, which some call tears : ing of your heart, you brew good ale. Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd; Speed. Item, She can sew. With them, upon her knees, her humble self; Laun. That's as much as to say,

Can she so? Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became Speed. Item, She can knit. As if but now they waxed pale for woe: [them, Laun. What need a man care for a stock with a But neither bended knees, pure hands held ap, wench, when she can knit him a stock? Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears, Speed. Item, She can wash and scour. Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire;

Laun. A special virtue; for then she need not be But Valentine, if he be ta’en, must die.

washed and scoured. Besides, her intercession chaf'd bim so,

Speed. Item, She can spin. When she for thy repeal was suppliant,

Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels, That to close prison he commanded her.

when she can spin for her living. With many bitter threats of biding there,

Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues. Val. No more ; unless the next word, that thou Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues ; speak'st,

that, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore Have some malignant power upon my life:

have no names. pray thee, breathe it in mine ear,

Speed. Here follow her vices. As ending anthem of my endless dolour.

Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues. Pro. Cease to lament for that thou can'st not help, Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, in And study help, for that which thou lament'st. respect of her breath. Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love; breakfast: Read on. Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.

Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth. Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath. And manage it against despairing thoughts.

Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep. Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence; Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd

in her talk. Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.

Speed. Item, She is slow in words. The time now serves not to expostulate:

Laun. O villain, that set this down among her Come, I'll convey thee through the city gate ; vices! To be slow in words, is a woman's only And, ere I part with thee, confer at large

virtue : I pray thee, out with't; and place it for her Of all that may concern thy love-affairs :

chief virtue. As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself,

Speed. Item, She is proud. Regard thy danger, and along with me.

Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy, and cannot be ta'en from her. Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north-gate. Speed. Item, She hath no teeth.

[crusts. Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out.—Come, Valentine. Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love Val. O my dear Silvia! hapless Valentine ! Speed. Item, She is curst.

[Exeunt Valentine and Proteus. Laun. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to bite. Lam. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have Speed. She will often praise her liquor, the wit to think, my master is a kind of knave: but Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall : if she that's all one, if be be but one knave. He lives will not, I will; for good things should be praised. not now, that kuows me to be in love; yet I am in Speed. Item, She is too liberal. love; but a team of horse shall not pluck that Laun. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's writ from mo; nor who'tis I love, and yet ’tis a woman: down she is slow of: of her purse she shall not ; for

If so,

that I'll keep shut: now of another thing she may; | Your slander never oan endamage bim; and that I cannot help. Well, proceed.

Therefore the office is indifferent, Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, and Being entreated to it by your friend. more faults than hairs, and more reallh than faults. Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it,

Laza, Stop there ; I'll have her; she was mine, By aught that I can speak in his dispraise, od Dot mine, twice or thrice in that last article : She shall not long continue love to him. Rehearse that once more.

But say, this weed her love from Valentine, Sped. Item, She hath more hair than rit, It follows not, that she will love sir Thurio.

L'Axr. More hair than wit,-it may be ; I'll prove Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from him, it: The cover of the salt hides the salt, and there Lest it should ravel, and be good to none, fore it is more than the salt; the bair that covers You must provide to bottom it on me: tbe wit, is more than the wit; for the greater hides Which must be done, by praising me as much the less. What's next?

As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine. {kind; Speed. —And more faults than hairs,

Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this Laun. That's monstrous: 0, that that were out! Because we know, on Valentine's report, Speed. - And more wealth than faults.

You are already love's firm votary, Laua. Why, that word makes the faults gracious. And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. Well, I'll have her: And if it be a match, as nothing Upon this warrant shall you have access, is impossible,

Where you with Silvia may confer at large; Speed. What then?

For she is lumpisb, heavy, melancholy, Laur. Why, then I will tell thee,-that thy And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you; master stays for thee at the north gate.

Where you may temper her, by your persuasion, Speed. For me?

To hate young Valentine, and love my friend. Laur. For thee? ay; who art thou ? he hath staid Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect:for a better man than thee.

But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough; Speed. And must I go to him ?

You must lay lime, to tangle her desires, Laun. Thou must ran to him, for thou hast staid By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes so long, that going will scarce serve the turn. Should be full fraught with serviceable vows.

Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner ? 'pox of Duke. Ay, much the force of beaven-bred poesy. your love-letters!

[Exit. Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty Laun. Now will he he swinged for reading my You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart; letter: An unmannerly slave, that will thrust him- Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears self into secrets !-_I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's Moist it again; and frame some feeling line, correction.

[Exit. That may discover such integrity: SCENE II.—The same. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,

For Orpheus'lute was strung with poets' sinews; Enter Duke and THURIO; Proteus behind.

Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans Duke. Sir Tbario, fear not, but that she will love Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. [you, After your dire lamenting elegies,

Tau. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most, Visit by night your lady's chamber-wiudow Porsford my company, and rail'd at me,

With some sweet concert: to their instruments That I am desperate of obtaining her.

Tune a deploring dump; the night's dead silence Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure Will well become such sweet complaining grievance. Treech'd in ice ; wbich with an hour's heat This, or else nothing, will inherit her. [love. Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form.

Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,

Thu. And thy advice this night I'll putin practice : And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.

Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver, How dow, sir Proteus? Is your countryman,

Let us into the city presently, According to our proclamation, gone?

To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in music : Pro. Gone, my good lord.

I have a sonnet that will serve the turn, Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously. To give the onset to thy good advice. Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. Duke. About it, gentlemen.

Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so. Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper : Proteas, the good conceit I bold of thee,

And afterward determine our proceedings. (For thou hast shown some sign of good desert,) Duke. Even now about it; I will pardon you. Makes me the better to confer with thee.

[Exeunt. Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace,

ACT. IV. Let me not live to look upon your grace.

SCENE I.-A Forest, near Mantua. Duke. Tbou know'st, how willingly I would effect

Enter certain Out-laws. The match between sir Thurio and my daughter.

1 Out. Fellows, stand fast; I see a passenger. Pro. I do, my lord. Date. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant

2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down

with 'em. How she opposes her against my will. Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here.

Enter VALENTINE and SPEED. Duke. Ay, and perversely she persévers so. 3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have What might we do, to make the girl forget The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio ? If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle yon. Pro. The best way is, to slander Valentine Speed. Sir, we are undone! these are the villains

That all the travellers do fear so much

hold the hetet; Three thing that women highly in bate.

Val. My friends, Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoke in hate. 1 Out. That's not so, sir; we are your enemies. Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it:

2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him. Therefore it iust, with circumstance, be spoken 3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we; By one, whom she esteemeth as bis friend,

For he's a proper man. Duke. Then you must undertake to slander bim. Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose;

Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do ; A man I am, crossed with adversity : 'Tis an ill office for a gentleman ;

My riches are these poor habiliments, Especially, against his very friend. [him, of which if you should here disfurnish me, Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage You take the sum and substance that I have.

about you;

2 Out. Whither travel you?

Yet, spaniel-like, the more she sparns my love, Val. To Verona.

The more it grows, and fawneth on her still. 1 Out. Whence came you?

But here comes Thurio : now must we to her window, Val. From Milan.

And give some evening music to her ear. 3 Out. Have you long sojourn’d there? [staid, Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might have

Enter THURIO and Musicians. If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.

Thu. How now, sir Proteus ? are you crept be1 Out. What, were you banish'd thence ?

fore us? Val. I was.

Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for, you know, that love 2 Out. For what offence ?

[hearse : Will creep in service where it cannot go. Val. For that which now torments me to re Thu, Ay, but, I hope, sir, that you love not here. I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent;

Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence. But yet I slew him manfully in fight,

Thu. Whom? Silvia? Without false vantage, or base treachery.

Pro. Ay, Silvia,--for your sake. 1 Out. Why, ne'er repent it, if it were done so : Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, But were you banish'd for so small a fault? Let's tune, and to it lustily awhile.

Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom. 1 Out. Have you the tongues ?

Enter Host, at a distance; and JULIA, in boy's

clothes. Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy; Or else I often had been miserable. [friar, Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're

3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat all ycholly; I pray you, why is it? This fellow were a king for our wild faction.

Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. 1 Out. We'll have him; sirs, a word.

Host. Come, we'll have you meisy: I'll bring Speed.

Master, be one of them; you where you shall hear music, and see the genIt is an honourable kind of thievery.

tleman that you ask'd for. Val. Peace, villain!

Jul. But shall I bear him speak ? 20u. Tell us this : Have you any thing to take to?

Host. Ay, that you shall. Val. Nothing, but

Jul. That will be music. my fortune.

(Music plays.) 3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen,

Host. Hark! hark! Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth

Jul. Is he among these ? Thrust from the company of awful men:

Host. Ay; but peace, let's hear 'em.
Myself was from Verona banished,

For practising to steal away a lady,
An heir, and near allied unto the duke.

Who is Silvia? what is she, 2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman,

That all our swains commend her ? Whom, in my mood, I stabb'd unto the heart.

Holy, fair, and wise is she, 1 Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as these.

The heavens such grace did lend her, Bat to the purpose,-(for we cite our faults,

That she might admired be. That they may bold excus'd our lawless lives,)

Is she kind, as she is fair ? And, partly, seeing you are beautified

For beauty lives with kindness : With goodly shape; and by your own report

Love doth to her eyes repair, A linguist; and a man of such perfection,

To help him of his blindness; As we do in our quality much want;

And, being help'd, inhabits there. 2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man,

Then to Silvia let us sing, Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you :

That Silvia is excelling; Are you content to be our general ?

She excels each mortal thing, To make a virtue of necessity,

Upon the dull earth dwelling: And live, as we do, in this wilderness? [consórt ?

To her let us garlands bring. 3 Out. What say'st thou ? wilt thou be of our Say, ay, and be the captain of us all :

Host. How now? are you sadder than you were We'll do thee homage, and be rul’d by thee,

before? Love thee as our commander, and our king. How do you, man? the music likes you not.

1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not.
2 Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have Host. Why, my pretty youth ?

Jul. He plays false, father.
Val. I take your offer, and will live with you ; Host. How? out of tune on the strings?
Provided that you do no outrages

Jul. Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my On silly women, or poor passengers.

very heart-strings. 3 Out. No, we detest such vile base practices.

Host. You have a quick ear. Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews, Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me bare And shew thee all the treasure we have got; a slow heart. Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. Host. I perceive, you delight not in music.

[Exeunt. Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so.

Host. Hark, what fine change is in the music! SCENE II.-Milan. Court of the Palace.

Jul. Ay; that change is the spite. [thing? Enter PROTEUS.

Host. You would have them always play but one Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. And now I must be as unjust to Thurio.

But, host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on, Under the colour of commending him,

often resort unto this gentlewoman? I have access my own love to prefer;

Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,

he loved her ont of all nick. To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.

Jul. Where is Launce? When I protest true loyalty to her,

Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, She twits me with my falsehood to my friend; by his master's command, he must carry for a When to her beauty I commend my vows,

present to his lady. She bids me think, how I have been forsworn Jul. Peace! stand aside! the company parts. In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov’d:

Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you! I will so plead, And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips, That you shall say, my cunning drift excels. The least whereof would quell a lover's hope, Thu, Where meet we?

told me,

Pro. At saint Gregory's well.

I am thus early come, to know what service
Thu. Farewell. (Eseunt Thurio and Musicians.) | It is your pleasure to command me in.

Sil. o Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,
Silvia appears above, at her window.

(Think not, I flatter, for, I swear, I do not,)
Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship. Valiant, wise, remorseful, well accomplish'd.
Sil. I thank you for your music, gentlemen; Thou art not ignorant, what dear good will
Who is that, that spake?

I bear unto the banish'd Valentine;
Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, Nor how my father would enforce me marry
You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice. Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhorr'd.
Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take

Thyself hast lov’d; and I have heard thee say,
Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. No grief did ever come so near thy heart,
Si. What is your will?

As when thy lady and thy true love died, Pro.

That I may compass yours. Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity. Sil

. You have your wish; my will is even this,- Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine, That presently you hie you home to bed.

To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode;
Tbou sabtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man! And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,
Think'st thou, I am so shallow, so conceitless, I do desire thy worthy company,
To be seduced by thy flattery,

Upon whose faith and honour I repose.
That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows? Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour,
Retorn, return, and make thy love amends. But think upon my grief, a lady's grief:
For me,-by this pale qneen of night I swear, And on the justice of my flying hence,
I am so far from granting thy request,

To keep me from a most unholy match,
That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit;

Which heaven and fortune still reward with plagues. And by and by intend to chide myself,

I do desire thee, even from a beart
Eren for this time I spend in talking to thee. As full of sorrows as the sea of sands,

Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady; To bear me company, and go with me :
Bat she is dead.

If not, to hide what I have said to thee,
Jal. "Twere false, if I should speak it;

That I may venture to depart alone. For, I am sare, she is not buried. (A side.) Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances ;

Sl. Say, that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, which since I know they virtuously are placed, Survives ; to whom, thyself art witness,

I give consent to go along with you;
I am betroth'd : And art thou not asham'd Recking as little what betideth me
To wrong him with thy importúnacy?

As much I wish all good befortune you.
Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead. When will you go?
Sil. And so, suppose am 1; for in his grave Sil.

This evening coming.
Assure thyself, my love is buried.

Egl. Where shall I meet you? Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. Sil.

Åt friar Patrick's cell, SI. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence; Where I intend holy confession. Or, at the least, in her's sepulchre thine.

Egl. I will not fail your ladyship : Jul. He heard not that.

(Aside.) | Good-morrow, gentle lady. Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate,

Sil. Good-morrow, kind sir Eglamour. (Exeunt.) Vouchsafe me get your picture for my love,

Scene IV.-The same.
The picture that is banging in your chamber;
To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep :

Enter LAUNCE, with his dog.
Por, since the substance of your perfect self

When a man's servant shall play the cur with Is else devoted, I am bat a shadow;

him, look you, it goes hard : one that I brought up And to your sbadow I will make true love. (it, of a poppy; one that I saved from drowning, when

Jd. If'twere a substance, you would sare deceive three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went And make it bat a shadow, as I am. (Aside.) to it! I have taught him-even as one would say

Si. I am very loth to be your idol, sir ; precisely, Thus I would teach a dog. I was sent Bat, since your falsehood shall become you well to deliver him,, as a present to mistress Silvia, from To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, my master; and I came no sooner into the diningSend to me in the morning, and I'll send it: chamber, but he steps me to her trencher, and steals And so, good rest.

her capon's leg. O, 'tis a foul thing, when a car Pro.

As wretches have o'er-night, cannot keep himself in all companies! I would That wait for execution in the morn.

have, as one should say, one that takes upon him (Exeunt Proteus ; and Silvia, from above.) to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all Jul. Host, will you go?

things. If I had not had more wit than he, to Host. By my hallidom, I was fast asleep. take a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he Jul. Pray you, where lies sir Proteus ?

had been hanged for't; sure as I live he had sufHost. Marry, at my house : Trust me, I think, / fered for't: you shall judge. He thrusts me him'tis alınost day.

self into the company of three or four gentlemanJul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night like dogs, under the duke's table: he had not been That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest. [Exeunt. there (bless the mark) a pissing while, but all the

chamber smelt him. Ort with the dog, says one ; SCENE III.-The same.

What cur is that? says another; Whip him out, Enter EGLAMOUR.

says the third; Hang him up, says the duke. I, Egl. This is the hour that madam Silvia

having been acquainted with the smell before, Eatreated me to call, and know her mind;

knew it was Crab; and goes me to the fellow that There's some great matter she'd employ me in. whips the dogs : Friend, quoth I, you mean to whip Madam, madam!

the dog? Ay, marry do I, quoth he. You do him

the more wrong, quoth I ; 'twas I did the thing you SILVIA appears above, at her window.

wot of. He makes me no more ado, but whips me Su. Who calls ?

out of the chamber. How many masters would Egl.

Your servant, and your friend; do this for their servant ? Nay, I'll be sworn, I One that attends your ladyship’s command. bave sat on the stocks for puddings he hath stolen,

$il. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-morrow. otherwise he had been executed! I have stood on Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself. the pillory for geese he bath killed, otherwise he had According to your ladyship's iinpose,

suffered for't thou think'st not of this now!-Nay,

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