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you write to yourself? Why, do you not per- | crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her
hands, and all our house in great perplexity,
Val. No, believe me.
Speed. No believing you, indeed, sir: but did you perceive her earnest ?
Val. She gave me none, except an angry word.
Val. I would it were no worse.
Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well : For often have you writ to her, and she, in modesty,
Or else for want of idle time, could not again
Or fearing else some messenger that might her
unto her lover.
All this I speak in print, for in print I found it.
Val. I have dined.
Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir: though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals and would fain have meat. O! be not like your mistress: be moved, be moved. Exeunt.
SCENE II.-Verona. A Room in JULIA's House.
Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.
Pant. Sir Proteus, you are stay'd for.
Pant. Launce, away, away, aboard! thy master is shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's the matter? why weepest thou, man? Away, ass! you'll lose the tide if you tarry any longer.
Launce. It is no matter if the tied were lost; for it is the unkindest tied that ever any man tied.
Pant. What's the unkindest tide?
Launce. Why, he that 's tied here, Crab, my dog.
Launce. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the
Pant. Come, come away, man; I was sent to
Launce. Sir, call me what thou darest.
Launce. Well, I will go.
SCENE III.-The Same. A Street.
Enter LAUNCE, leading a dog.
Launce. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping: all the kind of the Launces have Enter VALENTINE, SILVIA, THURIO, and SPEED. this very fault. I have received my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus to the imperial's court. I think Crab my dog be the sourest-natured dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister
SCENE IV.-Milan. A Room in the DUKE'S
Speed. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you
Val. Of my mistress then.
Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so.
Come all the praises that I now bestow,
Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been
Duke. Welcome him then according to his
20 Silvia, I speak to you; and you, Sir Thurio:
Val. This is the gentleman I told your ladyship
Thu. Seem you that you are not?
Thu. So do counterfeits.
Val. So do you.
Thu. What seem I that I am not?
Thu. What instance of the contrary?
Thu. And how quote you my folly?
Thu. My jerkin is a doublet.
Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly.
Sil. What, angry, Sir Thurio! do you change colour?
Val. Give him leave, madam: he is a kind of chameleon.
Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your Upon some other pawn for fealty. blood than live in your air.
Val. You have said, sir.
Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time. Val. I know it well, sir: you always end ere you begin.
Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off.
Val. 'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver.
Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire. Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks, and spends what he borrows kindly in your company.
Thu. Sir. if you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.
Val. I know it well, sir: you have an exchequer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries that they live by your bare words. Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more. Here comes my father.
Duke. Hath he not a son?
Val. Ay, my good lord; a son that well deserves The honour and regard of such a father.
Duke. You know him well?
Val. I know him as myself; for from our infancy
Val. Nay, sure, I think she holds them prisoners still.
Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind,
How could he see his way to seek out you?
Val. Why, lady, Love hath twenty pair of eyes. Thu. They say that Love hath not an eye at all. Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself: Upon a homely object Love can wink.
If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from.
Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant.
Val. Leave off discourse of disability.
That you are worthless.
Enter a Servant.
Sere. Madam, my lord your father would speak
Sil. I wait upon his pleasure. Exit Servant.
Pro. Your friends are well and have them much commended.
Val. And how do yours?
your love ?
I left them all in health. I must unto the road, to disembark
And then I 'll presently attend you.
Va. Will you make haste ? I know you joy not in a love-discourse.
Pro. I wili.
Eicit VALENTINE. Val. Ăy, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now : Even as one heat another heat expels, I have done penance for contemning love ; Or as one nail by strength drives out another, Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me So the remembrance of my former love With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, Is by a newer object quite forgotten. With nightly tears and daily heart-sore sighs ; Is it mine eye, or Valentinus' praise, For in revenge of my contempt of love,
Her true perfection, or my false transgression, Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, That makes me reasonless to reason thus ? Aud made them watchers of mine own heart's She's fair, and so is Julia that I love,-
That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd, O gentle Proteus! Love's a mighty lord, Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, And hath so humbled me as I confess
Bears no impression of the thing it was. There is no woe to his correction,
Methinks my zeal to Valentine is cold, Nor to his service no such joy on earth.
And that I love him not as I was wont : Now no discourse, except it be of love ; 1400! but I love his lady too too much ; Now can I break my fast, dine, sup and sleep. And that's the reason I love him so little. l'pon the very naked name of love.
How shall I dote on her with more advice, Pro. Enough; I read your fortune in your eye. That thus without advice begin to love her ? Was this the idol that you worship so ?
'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,
There is no reason but I shall be blind.
I will not flatter her. If I can check my erring love, I will ; Val. O! flatter me, for love delights in praises. If not, to compass her I 'll use my skill. E.cit.
Pro. When I was sick you gave me bitter pills, And I must minister the like to you.
SCENE V.--The Same. Stroet. l'al. Then speak the truth by her: if not divine, Yet let her be a principality,
Enter SPEED and LAUNCE.
Launce. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth, for Except thou wilt except against my love. I am not welcome. I reckon this always, that
Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own ? a man is never undone till he be hanged ; nor
Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too: never welcome to a place till some certain shot She shall be dignified with this high honour,-- be paid and the hostess say, “Welcome!' To bear my lady's train, lest the base earth Speed. Come on, you madcap, I'll to the aleShould from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, house with you presently ; where, for one shot And, of so great a favour growing proud, of five pence, thou shalt have five thousand wel. Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower, comes. But, sirrah, how did thy master part And make rough winter everlastingly.
with Madam Julia ? Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this? Launce. Marry, after they closed in earnest,
Val. Pardon me, Proteus : all I can is nothing they parted very fairly in jest.
Speed. How then? Shall he marry her ? l'al. Not for the world. Why, man, she is Launce. No, neither.
Speeil. What, are they broken? And I as rich in having such a jewel
Launce. No, they are both as whole as a fish. As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, 170 Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. them? Forgive me that I do not dream on thee,
Launce. Marry, thus; when it stands well with Because thou seest me dote upon my love. him, it stands well with her. My foolish rival, that her father likes
Speed. What an ass art thou ! I understand Only for his possessions are so huge,
thee not. Is gone with her along, and I must after,
Launce. What a block art thou, that thou canst For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy. not! My staff understands me. Pro. But she loves you ?
Specd. What thou savest ? Val. Ay, and we are betroth'd ; nay, more, Launce. Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I 'll our marriage-hour,
but lean, and my staff understands me. With all the cunning manner of our flight, Speed. It stands under thee, indeer. Determin'd of: how I must climb her window, Launce. Why, stand-under and under stand is The ladder made of cords, and all the means
all one. Plotted and 'greed on for my happiness.
Specd. But tell me true, will 't be a match ? Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber,
Launce. Ask my dog: if he say ay, it will; if In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel. he say no, it will; if he shake his tail and say
Pro. Go on before; I shall enquire you forth. nothing, it will.
Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn ; To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; And even that power which gave me first my oath Provokes me to this threefold perjury: Love bade me swear and love bids me forswear. O sweet-suggesting love! if thou hast sinn'd, Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it. At first I did adore a twinkling star, But now I worship a celestial sun. Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken; And he wants wit that wants resolved will To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better. Fie, fie, unreverend tongue! to call her bad, Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. I cannot leave to love, and yet I do;
But there I leave to love where I should love.
If I keep them, I needs must lose myself;
Now presently I'll give her father notice
By some sly trick blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift!
SCENE VII.-Verona. A Room in JULIA'S
Enter JULIA and LUCETTA.
Jul. Counsel, Lucetta; gentle girl, assist me; And e'en in kind love I do conjure thee, Who art the table wherein all my thoughts Are visibly character'd and engrav'd, To lesson me and tell me some good mean How, with my honour, I may undertake A journey to my loving Protens.
Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps; Much less shall she that hath Love's wings to fly, And when the flight is made to one so dear, Of such divine perfection, as Sir Proteus.
Luc. Better forbear till Protens make return. Jul. O know'st thou not his looks are my soul's food?
Pity the dearth that I have pined in,
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire,
The current that with gentle murmur glidės, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth
But when his fair course is not hindered,
He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones,
Luc. But in what habit will you go along?
Luc. Why, then your ladyship must cut your hair.
Jul. No, girl; I'll knit it up in silken strings With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots: To be fantastic may become a youth Of greater time than I shall show to be.
Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your breeches?
Jul. That fits as well as, 'Tell me, good my lord,
What compass will you wear your farthingale?' Why, even what fashion thou best lik'st, Lucetta.
Lue. You must needs have them with a codpiece, madam.
Jul. Out, out, Lucetta! that will be ill-favour'd.
Luc. A round hose, madam, now's not worth a pin,
Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care,
Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on.
Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have
Which to requite, command me while I live.
Luc. If you think so, then stay at home and And so unworthily disgrace the man,
Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'damean
Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know
Jul. Nay, that I will not.
Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go.
Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear. 70
Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men.
Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that
To bear a hard opinion of his truth:
SCENE I.--Milan. An Antechamber in the
Enter DUKE, THURIO, and PROTEUS.
The law of friendship bids me to conceal;
Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast? 51
Duke. Be they of much import?
Val. The tenour of them doth but signify
I am to break with thee of some affairs
Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleman
Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty;
Duke. There is a lady of Verona here,