100 For scorn at first makes after-love the more. Val. Why then, I would resort to her by night. Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock'd and keys kept safe, 111 Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Advise me where I may have such a ladder. Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me that. Duke. This very night; for Love is like a child, That longs for everything that he can come by. Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. Duke. But hark thee; I will go to her alone: How shall I best convey the ladder thither? Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it Under a cloak that is of any length. 130 Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn? Val. Ay, my good lord. Duke. Then let me see thy cloak: I'll get me one of such another length. Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord. Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak? I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me. What letter is this same? What's here? To Silvia! And here an engine fit for my proceeding! I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly; 140 And slaves they are to me that send them flying: O! could their master come and go as lightly, Himself would lodge where senseless they are lying. My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them ; While I, their king, that hither them importune, Do curse the grace that with such grace hath bless'd them, Because myself do want my servants' fortune : 160 Go, base intruder! overweening slave! Val. And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; Enter PROTEUS and LAUNCE. Pro. Run, boy; run, run, and seek him out. Launce. Soho! soho! Pro. What seest thou? 170 180 190 From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend. Val. O! I have fed upon this woe already, And now excess of it will make me surfeit. Doth Silvia know that I am banished? Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doomWhich, unrevers'd, stands in effectual forceA sea of melting pearl, which some call tears: Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd; With them, upon her knees, her humble self; Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became them 230 Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, And study help for that which thou lament'st. Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy, 260 Bid him make haste and meet me at the Northgate. Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Val. O my dear Silvia! hapless Valentine! Exeunt VALENTINE and PROTEUS. Launce. I am but a fool, look you, and yet I. have the wit to think my master is a kind of a knave; but that's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not now that knows me to be in love: yet I am in love; but a team of horse shall not pluck that from me, nor who 'tis I love; and yet 'tis a woman: but what woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a milkmaid; yet 'tis not a maid, for she hath had gossips; yet 'tis a maid, for she is her master's maid, and serves for wages. She hath more qualities than a water-spaniel, which is much in a bare Christian. Pulling out a paper. Here is the cate-log of her conditions. Imprimis, She can fetch and carry. Why, a horse can do no more: nay, a horse cannot fetch, but only carry; therefore is she better than a jade. Item, She can milk; look you, a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands. Enter SPEED. 281 Speed. How now, Signior Launce! what news with your mastership? Launce. With my master's ship? why, it is at sea. Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake the word. What news, then, in your paper? Launce. The blackest news that ever thou heardest. Speed. Why, man, how black? Speed. Let me read them. 290 Launce. Fie on thee, jolthead! thou canst not read. Speed. Thou liest; I can. Launce. I will try thee. Tell me this: who begot thee? Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather. Launce. O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy grandmother. This proves that thou canst not read. 301 Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth. Launce. That makes amends for her sour breath. Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep. Launce. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in her talk. Speed. Item, She is slow in words. Launce. O villain, that set this down among her vices! To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue. I pray thee, out with 't, and place | How now, Sir Proteus! Is your countryman it for her chief virtue. According to our proclamation gone? Pro. Gone, my good lord. Speed. Item, She is proud. 340 Launce. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, and cannot be ta'en from her. Speed. Item, She hath no teeth. Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously. Launce. I care not for that neither, because I Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee, lore crusts. Speed. Item, She is curst. Launce. Well, the best is, she hath no teeth to bite. 349 Speed. Item, She will often praise her liquor. Launce. 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. Launce. 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 wit, and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults. Launce. Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine, and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article. Rehearse that once more. 363 Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, Launce. More hair than wit, it may be; I'll prove it: the cover of the salt hides the salt, 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? 370 Speed. And more faults than hairs,- Launce. For thee! ay; who art thou? he hath stayed for a better man than thee. Speed. And must I go to him? Launce. Thou must run to him, for thou hast stayed so long that going will scarce serve the turn. Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner? pox of your love-letters! Exit. Launce. 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. Enter DUKE and THURIO; PROTEUS behind. love you, Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. For thou hast shown some sign of good desert, Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace 21 Duke. Thou know'st how willingly I would The match between Sir Thurio and my daughter. Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant Duke. Ay, and perversely she perseveres so. 30 Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him. Duke. Where your good word cannot advan Your slander never can endamage him: 40 Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord. If I can By aught that I can speak in his dispraise, Lest it should ravel and be good to none, 50 Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind, GO Because we know, on Valentine's report, Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy. Pro. Say that upon the altar of her beauty 10 You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart. C This, or else nothing, will inherit her. Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in love. Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in practice. Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver, 90 Let us into the city presently To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in music. I have a sonnet that will serve the turn To give the onset to thy good advice. Second Out. Tell us this: have you any thing to take to? Val. Nothing but my fortune. Third Out. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen, Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after Myself was from Verona banished And afterward determine our proceedings. ACT IV. Exeunt. SCENE I.-A Forest, between Milan and Verona. Enter certain Outlaws. First Out. Fellows, stand fast; I see a pas senger. Second Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down with 'em. Enter VALENTINE and SPEED. Third Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about you; If not, we'll make you sit and rifle you. For practising to steal away a lady, man, Who, in my mood, I stabb'd unto the heart. First Out. And I for such like petty crimes as these. But to the purpose; for we cite our faults, man, Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you. Speed. Sir, we are undone; these are the To make a virtue of necessity villains That all the travellers do fear so much. Val. My friends, And live, as we do, in this wilderness ? Third Out. What say'st thou of our consort ? 60 wilt thou be First Out. That's not so, sir: we are your Say 'ay,' and be the captain of us all. I have access my own love to prefer; And give some evening music to her ear. Enter THURIO, and Musicians. Thu. How now, Sir Proteus! are you crept before us? Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for you know that love Will creep in service where it cannot go. 20 Thu. Ay; but I hope, sir, that you love not here. Pro. Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. That I may compass yours. Host. Ay; but peace! let's hear 'em. SONG. Who is Silvia? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair and wise is she; The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness: Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being help'd, inhabits there, Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling; To her let us garlands bring. 40 50 That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows? For me, by this pale queen of night I swear, 100 That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit, Jul. Aside. Twere false, if I should speak it; For I am sure she is not buried. Sil. Say that she be; yet Valentine thy friend Survives; to whom, thyself art witness, I am betroth'd; and art thou not asham'd 110 Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. Sil. Go to thy lady's grave and call hers thence; Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine. Jul. Aside. He heard not that. Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, 120 Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love, The picture that is hanging in your chamber : |