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Silvia, I speak to you; and you, sir Thurio: Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio? do you change For Valentine, I need not cite him to it: colour?
I'll send him hither to you presently. [Exit Duke. Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship, cameleon.
5 Had come along with me, but that his mistress Thu. That hath more mid to feed on your Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks. blood, than live in your air.
Sii. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them Val. You have said, sir.
Upon some other pawn for fealty. Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time. Vul. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them priVal. I know it well, sir; you always end ere 10
blind, you begin.
Sil. Nay, then he should be blind ; and, being Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and How could he see his way to seek out you? quickly shot off.
Vul. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. Val. 'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver. Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all. Sil. Who is that, servant ?
15 Vul. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself; Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the Upon a homely object love can wink. fire; sır Thurio borrows his wit from your lady
Enter Protheus. ship's looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly Sil. Have done, have done, here comes the in your company.
gentleman. Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, 20 Val. Welcome, dear Protheus !-Mistress, I I shall make your wit bankrupt.
Val. I know it well, sir; you have an exche- Confirm his welcome with some special favour. quer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, give your followers; for it appears by their bare of this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from. liveries, that they live by your bare words. 25 Val. Mistress, it is: sweet lady, entertain him
Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more; here comes To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship. my father.
Sil. Too low a mi tress för so high a servant. Enter the Duke.
Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset. To have a look of such a worthy mistress. Sir Valentine, your father's in good health: 301 Vul. Leave otf discourse of disability:What say you to a letter from your friends Sweet lady, entertain hiin for your servant. Of much good news?
Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else. Val. My lord, I will be thankful
Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed : To any happy messenger from thence. [man? Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress.
Duke. Know you Don Anthonio, your country- 35 Pro. Pll die on him that says so, but yourself. Fal. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman Sil. That you are welcome? To be of worth, and worthy estimation,
Pro. No; that you are worthless. And not without desert so well reputed.
Enter Serrant. Duhe. Hath he not a son?
[serves Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak Val. Ay, my good lord; a son, that well de- 40 with you. The honour and regard of sucli a father.
Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure. [Exit Serv. Duke. You know him well?
Come, sir Thurio, Val. I knew him, as myself; for from our infancy Go with me:-Once inore, new servant, welcome: We have convers’d, and spent our hours together: I'll leave you to confer of home-atfairs; And though myself have been an ijle truant, 45 When you have done, we look to hear from you. Omitting the sweet benefit of time,
Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship: 'To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection:
[Ereunt Silvia and Thurio. Yet hath sir Protheus, for that's his name,
Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence Made use and fair advantage of his days:
you came ? Ilis years but young, but his experience old; 50 Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe;
commended. And, in a word, (for far behind his worth
Val. And how do yours? Come all the praises that I now liestow)
Pro. I left them all in health. Ile is complete in feature, and in mind,
vul. How does your lady? and how thrives your With all good grace to grace a gentleman. 55
love? Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this good, Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you; He is as worthy for an empress' love,
I know, you joy not in a love discourse. As meet to be an emperor's counsellor.
Val. Ay, Protheus, but that life is alter'd now: Well, sir! this gentleman is come to me, I have done penance for contemning love; With commendation froin great potentates;
60 Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me And here he means to spend his time a-while: With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.
With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs: l'al. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he. For, in revenge of my contempt of love, Duke. Welcoine him then according to his wortb;l Love liath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes,
And made them watchers of mine own heart's sor- Pro. I will
[Erit Val. O, gentle Protheus, love's a mighty lord; [row. Even as one heat another heat expels, And hath so humbled me, as, I confess,
Or as one nail by strength drives out another, There is no woe to his correction,
So the remembrance of my former love Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth! 5 Is by a newer object quite forgotten. Now, no discourse, except it be of love: Is it mine eye, or Valentino's praise, Now I can break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep, Her true perfection, or my false transgression, Upon the very naked name of love.
That makes me, reasopless, to reason thus? Pro. Enough; I read your fortune in your eye: She's fair ; and so is Julia, that I love ;Was this the idol that you worship so?
10 That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd ; Val. Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint? Which, like a waxen image gainst a fire', Pro. No; but she is an earthly paragon. Bears no impression of the thing it was. Val. Call her divine.
Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold: Pro. I will not tatter her.
And that I love him not, as I was wont : l'al. O fatter me ; for love delights in praise. 150h! but I love his lady too, too much ;
Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills; And that's the reason I love him so little. And I must minister the like to you.
How shall I doat on her with more advice', Fal. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine, That thus without advice begin to love her? Yet let her be ' a principality,
'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld, Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth. 20 And that hath dazzled so much reason's light: Pro. Except my mistress.
But when I look on her perfections, Val. Sweet, except not any;
There is no reason but I shall be blind. Except thou wilt except against my love. If I can check my erring love, I will;
Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? If not, to compass her I'll use my skill. [Exit.
Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too. 125 She shall be dignified with this high honour,
SCENE V. To bear my lady's train; lest the base earth
A street. Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss,
Enter Speed and Launce. And, of so great a favour growing proud,
Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower,
130 Milan, And make rough winter everlastingly.
Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth ; for Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardismisthis? I am not welcome. I reckon this always that a
l'al. Pardon me, Protheus: all I can, is nothing man is never undone till he be hang'd; nor never To her, whose worth makes other worthies no- welcome to a place, till some certain shot be paid, She is alone.
[thing ; 35 and the hostess say, Welcome. Pro. Then let her alone.
[own ; Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the alel'al. Not for the world ; why, man, she is mine house with you presently; where, for one shot of And I as rich in having such a jewel,
five pence thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, But, sirrah, how did thy master part with madam The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
40 Julia? Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,
Laun. Marry, after they clos'd in earnest, they Because thou see'st me doat upon my love. parted very fairly in jest. My foolish rival, that her father likes,
Speed. But shall she marry him?
Laun. No, neither.
Speed. What, are they broken? Val. Ay, and we are betroth'd; nay more, our Luun. No, they are both as whole as a fish. marriage hour,
Speed. Whythenhow'stands thematterwiththem? With all the cunning manner of our flight, 50 Luun. Marry, thus; when it stands well with Determin'd of: how I must climb her window; him, it stands well with her, The ladder made of cords; and all the means Speed. What an ass art thou? I understand Plotted, and 'greed on for my happiness.
thee not. Good Protheus, go with me to my chamber, Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel. 55 not? My staff understands me.
Pro. Go on before ; I shall enquire you forth : Speed. What thou say'st? I must unto the road, to disembark
Luun. Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I'II Some necessaries that I needs must use;
but lean, and my staff understands me. And then I'll presently attend you.
Speed. It stands under thee, indeed. [one. Val. Will you make haste ?
1601 Laun. Why, stand-under and understand is all ! The first or principal of women. ? That is, there is none to be compard to her. ''This alludes to the figures made by witches, as representatives of those whon they designed to torment or destroy. With more prudence, with more discretion.
Speed. But tell me true, will’t be a match? Without some treachery used to Valentine:
Laun. Ask my dog; if he say ay, it will; if he This night, he meaneth with a corded ladder say no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say no- To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window ; thing, it will.
Myself in council, his competitors:
of their disguising, and pretended' Hight; me, but by a parable.
Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine; Speed. 'Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter: how say'st theu, that my master is become a no- But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross, [ing. table lover?
10 By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceedLaun. I never knew him otherwise.
Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, Speed. Than how?
As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! [Exit. Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him
SCENE VII. to be.
Julia's house in Verona.
Enter Julia and Lucetta. thy master.
[lover. Jul. Counsel, Lucetta; gentle girl, assist me! Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee,
Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he Who art the table wherein all my thoughts burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to 20 Are visibly character'd and engrav’d,the alehouse, so; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a To lesson me; and tell me some good mean, Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian. How, with my honour, I may undertake Speed. Why?
1 journey to my loving Protheis. Laun. Because thou hast not so much charity Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. in thee, as to go to the alebouse with a Christian : 25 Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary wilt thon go?
To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps ; Speed. At thy service.
[Exeunt. 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 Protheus.
30 Luc. Better forbear, till Protheus make return. Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn ; Jul. Oh, know'st thou not, his looks are my soul's To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn;
Pity the dearth that I have pined in, [tood?
O sweet-suggesting love, if thou hast sinn'd, Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire ;
Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. But now I worship a celestial sun.
401 Jul. The more thou damm’st it up, the more it Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken; Thecurrent,thatwith gentle murmurglides, [burns: And he wants wit, that wants resolved will Thou know'st, being stopp’d, impatiently doth To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better.- But, when his fair course is not hindered, [rage: Fie, fie, unreverend tongue! to call her bad, He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd 45 Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; I cannot leave to love, and yet I do;
And so by many winding nooks he strays, But there I leave to love, where I should love. With willing sport, to the wild ocean. Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose:
Then let me go, and hinder not my course: If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; 150 I'll be as patient as a gentle stream, If I lose them, this find I by their loss,
And make a pastime of each weary step, For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia. Till the last step have brought me to my love; I to myself am dearer than a friend;
And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil, For love is still more precious in itself;
A blessed soul doth in Elysium. And Silvia, witness heaven, that made her fair ! 55 Luc. But in what habit will you go along? Shews Julia but a gwarthy Ethiope.
Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent I will forget that Julia is alive,
The loose encounters of lascivious men: Rememb'ring that my love to her is dead; Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,
may beseein some well-reputed page. [hair. Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend.
160 Luc. Why then your ladyship must cut your I cannot now prove constant to myself,
Jul. No, girl : I'll knit it up in silken strings, · To suggest is to tempt, in our author's language. ? Competitor is confederate, assistant, part* Pretended flight is proposed or intended fight.
With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots ; Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear:
A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears,
5 Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men. Jul.That fitsas well,as—“tell me,good my lord, Jul. Base men, that use them to so base etfect ! "What compass will you wear your farthingale?"| But truer stars did govern Protheus' birth : Why, even that fashion thou best lik’st, Lucetta. Ilis words are bonds, bis oathis are oracles ; Luc. You must needs have them with a cod- His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate ; piece, madam.
10 His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; Jul. Out,out, Lucetta'! that will be ill-favour'd. His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. Luc. A round hose, madain, now's not worth a Luc. Pray heaven he prove so, when you Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pinson. [pin,
come to him!
[wrong, Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that What thou think'st meet, and is most inannerly: 15 To bear a hard opinion of his truth: But tell me, wench, how will the world reputeme, Only deserve my love, by loving him; For undertaking so unstaid a journey!
And presently go with me to my chamber, I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd. [go not. To take a note of what I stand in need of,
Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and To furnish me upon my longing ? journey.
20 All that is mine I leave at thy dispose,
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SC EN E I.
Sir Valentine her company, and my court: The Duke's palace in Milan.
But, fearing lest my jealous aim' might err, Enter Duke, Thurio, and Protheus. And so, unworthily, disgrace the man, Duke. S'R Thurio, give us leave, I pray,a wbile:135|(4
rashness that I ever get bave shunn?d? to conter about.
[Exit Thurio. That which thyself hast now disclos'd to me. Now, tell me, Protheus, what's your will with me: And, that thou may st perceive my fear of this,
Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would dis- Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested,
And thence she cannot be convey'd away.
And this way comes he with it presently; I know, you have determined to bestow her Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates ; But, good my lord, do it so cunningly, And should she thus be stolen away from you, 50 That my discovery be not aimed at * ; It would be much vexation to your age. For love of you, not hate unto my friend, Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose Hath made me publisher of this pretence. To cross my friend in his intended drift,
Duke. l'pon mine honour he shall never know Than, by concealing it, heap on your head That I had any light from thee of this. A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, 55 Pro. Adieu, my lord; sir Valentine is coming. Being unprevented, to your timeless grave.[care,
[Exit Pro. Duke. Protheus, I thank thee for thine honest
Enter Valentine. Which to requite, command me while I live. Luke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast? This love of theirs myself have often seen, Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger Haply, when they have judgd me fast asleep; 60 That stays to bear my letters to my friends, And oitentimes have purpos d to forbid
And I ain going to deliver them. ? This interjection is still used in the North. 2 That is, wish'd or desired journey. means guess, in this instance, * That is, be not guessed.
That is, of this cluim made to your daughter. Pretence implies design.
Duke, Duke. Be they of much import?
| Val. Why, then,alalder, quaintly made of cords, Ful. The tenor of them doth but signify To cast up, with a pair ot anchoring hooks, My health, and happy being at your couit.
Would serve to scale another Hero's tower,
5 Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, That touch me rear, wherein thou must be secret. Advise me where I may have such a ladder. 'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought l'al. When would you use it?pray,sir,telme that. Tomatch my friend, sir I hurio, to my daughter. Duke. I his very night; for love is like a child,
Val. I know it well, my lord; and sure, the match That longs for every thing that he can come by. Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleman 10 Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. Is iull of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities Duke. But hark thee; I will go to her alone; Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter : Ilow shall I best convey the ladder thither? [it Cannot your grace win her to fancy him?
Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear Duke. No,trustme;she is peevish,sullen,froward, Under a cloak, that is of any length. (turn? Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty;
15 Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the Neither regarding that she is my child,
Pal. Ay, my good lord. Nor fearing me as if I were her father :
Duke. Then let me see thy cloak; And, may I say to thee, this pride of her's, P'll get me one of such another length. [lord. Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her; Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my And, where I thought the remnant of miue age 20. Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak? Should have been cherish’d by her child-like duty, I
pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me. I now am full resolv'd to tike a wife,
What letter is this same what's here? To Silvia? And turn her out to who will take her in : And here an engine fit for my proceeding! [Duke Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower; I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. [reads. For me, and my possessions, she esteems not. 25 1 ly thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly;
Val. What would your grace have me to do in And slares they are to me that send them ting;
Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here, [this? Oh,couldtheir mastercome and goaslightly,[ing. Whom I affect; but she is nice and coy,
Himselfwouldlodge,zheresenselesstheyarelya And nought esteems my aged eloquence: Aly herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them; Now, therefore, would'I have thee to my tutor, 30 While 1,their king, that thitherthem importune, (For long agone I have forgot to court;
Docursethe grace that with suchgracehath bl: ss'd Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd) Becausemuselyou'untmyservants fortune:[them, Hlow, and which way, I may bestow myself, I curse mystij,for they are sent by me, [be. To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.
That they should harbour where their lord would Vul. Win her with gifts, if she respects not words; 35 What's here Sulcia, this night will I enfranchise Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,
"Tis so:and here's the ladder forthe purpose. [thee : More than quick words, do move a woman's mind. Why, Phaëton, (tor thou art Merops' son)
Duke.But she did scorn a present that I sent her. Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car,
Val. A woman scorns sometimes what best con. And with thy daring folly burn the world? Send her another; never give her o'er;[tents her: 40 Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee? For scorn at first makes atter-love the more.
Go, base intruder! over-weening slave! If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates; But rather to beget more love in you:
And think, my patience, more than thy desert, If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone ;
Is privilege for thy departure hence: For uhy, the fools are mad if left alone. 45 Thank me forthis, more thanfor all the favours, Take no repulse, whatever she doth
Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee. For, get you gone, she doth not mean, urar:
But if thou linger in my territories, Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces;
Longer than swiftest expedition Though ne’er so black, say, they have angels' faces. Will give thee time to leave our royal court, That man that hath a tongue, I say, is 110 man, 50 By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Tever bore my daughter, or thyself. Duke. But she Iman, is promis'd by her friends
Begone, I will not hear thy vain excuse, Unto a youthful gentleman of worth;
But, as thou lov'st thy life, mahe speed from hence. And kept severely from resort of men,
[Exit. That no man hath access by day to her. 5l'al. And why not death, rather than living tor
Val. Why then I would resort to her by night. To die, is to be banish d from myself! (ment ?
Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock’d,and keys kept And Sylvia is myself: banish’d from her, That no man hath recourse to her by night. [sale,
Is self from self; a deadly banishment! Pal. What lets', but oneinayenterat her window? What light is light, if Sylvia be not seen?
Duke.Herchamberis alofi, farfrom the ground; 60 What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
And feed upon the shadow of perfection.