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Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow,
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire;
Jul. The more thou damm’st it up, the more it
SCENE VII.–Verona, A Room in Julia's House.
Enter JULIA and LUCETTA. JUL. Counsel, Lucetta! gentle girl, assist me! And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee,Who art the table“ wherein all my thoughts Are visibly character'd and engravid, To lesson me; and tell me some good mean, How, with my honour, I may undertake A journey to my loving Proteus,
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 de to one so dear, Of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus.
Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return.
soul's food ?
The current that with gentle murmur glides,
& Who art the table-) Alluding to the table-book, or tables made of slate and ivory, and used as a note or memorandum-book. Thus Hamlet,
“My tables-meet it is I set it down." 18
b The inly touch of love,–] Inly, Halliwell says, is used as an adjective: “ Trust me, Lorrique, besides the inlie grief,
That swallowes my content."- The Tragedy of Hoffman,4to. 1631.
Luc. But in what habit will you go along ? Jul. Nay, that I will not.
Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go. The loose encounters of lascivious men:
If Proteus like your journey, when you come, Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds
No matter who's displeas’d, when you are gone : As may beseem some well-reputed page.
I fear me, he will scarce be pleas’d withal. Luc. Why, then, your ladyship must cut your JUL. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear : hair.
A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears,
Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men. Of greater time than I shall show to be.
JUL. Base men, that use them to so base effect ! Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth : breeches?
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ; Jul. That fits as well as—" Tell me, good my. His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate ; lord,
His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; What compass will you wear your farthingale ?” His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth. Why, ev’n what fashion thou best lik’st, Lucetta. Luc. Pray Heaven he prove so, when you come Luc. You must needs have them with a cod
to him ! piece, madam.
JUL. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that JUL. Out, out, Lucetta ! that will be ill favour'd.
wrong, Luc. A round hose, madam, now's not worth To bear a hard opinion of his truth : a pin,
Only deserve my love, by loving him ;
JUL. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have To take a note of what I stand in need of,
My goods, my lands, my reputation ;
Only, in lieu thereof, despatch me hence; Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and Come, answer not, but to it presently:
I am impatient of my tarriance. [Exeunt.
a And instances of infinite of love,-) So in Fenton's "Tragicall Discourses," 4to. 1567, fol. 45:-"Wherewyth hee using the benefit of hys fortune, forgat not to embrace hys Lady with an infinite of kysses.” The construction in the text seems harsh;
but we are not for that reason to conclude the passage is corrupt. The second folio reads:
"And instances as infinite of love."
Enter DUKE, THURIO, and PROTEUS.
DUKE. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile; We have some secrets to conferabout.[Exit Thurio. Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would
A pack of sorrows, which would press you down,
Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a
How he her chamber-window will ascend,
a My jealous aim might err,-) Aim, as Malone and Steevens remark, in this instance, implies guess, surmise, as in “Romeo and Juliet ;" —
“I aim'd so near, when I supposed you lov'd." b Soon suggested, -] See Note (a) at p. 17.
And with a corded ladder fetch her down;
Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor, For which the youthful lover now is gone,
(For long agone I have forgot to court ; And this way comes he with it presently; Besides, the fashion of the time is chang’d :) Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. How, and which way,
bestow myself, But, good my lord, do it so cunningly,
To be regarded in her sun-bright eye. That my discovery be not aimed at;
Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words; For love of you, not hate unto my friend,
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, Hath made me publisher of this pretence.
More than quick words, do move a woman's mind. DUKE. Upon mine honour, he shall never know Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent That I had any light from thee of this.
her. Pro. Adieu, my lord; sir Valentine is coming. VAL. A woman sometimes scorns what best
contents her: Enter VALENTINE.
Send her another ; never give her o'er;
For scorn at first makes after-love the more.
But rather to beget more love in you:
For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say: VAL. The tenor of them doth but signify For get you gone, she doth not mean away : My health, and happy being at your court. Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ; DUKE. Nay then, no matter; stay with me a Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces. while ;
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, I am to break with thee of some affairs,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret. DUKE. But she I mean is promis’d by her friends "T is not unknown to thee, that I have sought Unto a youthful gentleman of worth ; To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter. And kept severely from resort of men, Val. I know it well, my lord ; and, sure, the That no man hath access by day to her. match
Val. Why then I would resort to her by night. Were rich and honourable ; besides, the gentleman DUKE. Ay, but the doors be lock’d, and keys Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities
kept safe, Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter: That no man hath recourse to her by night. Cannot your grace win her to fancy him ?
VAL. What lets, but one may enter at her DUKE. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen,
window ? froward,
DUKE. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty; And built so shelving, that one cannot climb it Neither regarding that she is my child,
Without apparent hazard of his life. Nor fearing me as if I were her father :
Val. Why, then, a ladder, quaintly' made of And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,
DUKE. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, And turn her out to who will take her in :
Advise me where I may have such a ladder. Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower ;
Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell For me and my possessions she esteems not. Val. What would your grace have me to do in Duke. This very night ; for love is like a child, this?
That longs for everything that he can come by. DUKE. There is a lady, sir, in Milan" here, VAL. By seven o'clock I 'll get you such a Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy,
ladder. And nought esteems my aged eloquence:
DUKE. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone;
& Be not aimed at :] Guessed at. The word has the same meaning as in the passage referred to in Note (a), p. 20.
b This pretence.) Design, derire.
e And, where I thought-) Where for whereas. It may be observed of these words, as also of when and whenas, that, with the writers of Shakespeare's era, they were “convertible terins." d In Milau here,-] The original reads,-
“There is a lady in Verona here."
An error of the same kind occurs in Act II. Sc. 5, where Speed says, “Welcome to Padua," instead of Milan. The corrections were made by Pope.
e What lets,-) What stops, what debars. So "Hainlet,” Act I.
" By Heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me." f Quaintly made of cords,–] Cleverly, skilfully made of cords.
How shall I best convey the ladder thither ? I ever bore my daughter, or thyself.
But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from hence. Under a cloak, that is of any length.
[Erit Duke. Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the VAL. And why not death, rather than living turn ?
torment? VAL. Ay, my good lord.
To die, is to be banish'd from myself; DUKE.
Then let me see thy cloak : And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, I'll get me one of such another length.
Is self from self: a deadly banishment ! VAL. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my What light is light, if Silvia be not seen ? lord.
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by ?
There is no music in the nightingale ;
She is my essence; and I leave to be,
If I be not by her fair influence And slaves they are to me, that send them
Foster'd, illumin’d, cherish'd, kept alive. flying :
I fy not death, to fly his deadly doom : O, could their master come and go as lightly, Tarry I here, I but attend on death ; Himself would lodge, where senseless they are
But, fly I hence, I fly away from life. lying.
Enter PROTEUS and LAUNCE. My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them; While I, their king, that thither them impor Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. tune,
Laun. So-ho! so-ho! Do curse the grace that with such grace hath bless'd Pro. What seest thou ? them,
Laun. Him we go to find : Because myself do want my servants' fortune : There's not a hair on 's head, but 't is a Valentine. I curse myself, for they are sent by me,
Pro. Valentine? That they should harbour where their lord should Val. No. be.
Pro. Who then ? his spirit ?
VAL. Neither. What 's here?
Pro. What then?
Val. Nothing Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee.
Laun. Can nothing speak? Master, shall I 'T is so ; and here 's the ladder for the purpose.
strike ? Why, Phaëton, (for thou art Merops' son,)*
Pro. Who wouldst thou strike ? Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car,
LAUN. Nothing And with thy daring folly burn the world ?
Pro. Villain, forbear. Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee? Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I
pray Go, base intruder! overweening slave !
you, Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates ;
Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear : Friend Valentine, And think, my patience, more than thy desert, Is privilege for thy departure hence :
Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good Thank me for this, more than for all the favours,
news, Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee. So much of bad already hath possess'd them. But if thou linger in my territories,
Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, Longer than swiftest expedition
For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad. Will give thee time to leave our royal court,
VAL. Is Silvia dead ? By Heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love Pro. No, Valentine.
a Merops' son,-) "Thou art Phaëton in thy rashness, but with. out his pretensions: thou art not the son of a divinity, but a terra Allius, a low-born wretch; Merops is thy true father, with whom Phaëton was falsely reproached.”—Johnson,
b I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom:) This is somewhat obscure. Mr. Singer reads :
; to fly is deadly doom:" but the original may mean,
“I escape not death in flying (the Duke's) deadly doom."
c There's not a hair-) "Launce is still quibbling. He is now running down the hare that he started when he entered." MALONE.