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Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go: What maintenance he from his friends receives, And, in good time,—now will we break with him. Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.
Enter Proteus, not seeing his Father, To-morrow be in readiness to go : Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines ! sweet life!
Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;
Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided :
[Kissing a letter. Please you, deliberate a day or two. Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn.
Ant. Look, what thou want'st shall be sent after thee: 0! that our fathers would applaud our loves, No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.And seal our happiness with their consents !
Come on, Panthino :
: you shall be employ'd O heavenly Julia !
To hasten on his expedition. Ant. How now! what letter are you reading there?
[Exeunt Antonio and PanthinO. Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two Pro. Thus have I shunnid the fire for fear of burning, Of commendations sent from Valentine, [Putting it up. And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd. Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.
I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter,
Hath he excepted most against my love.
how this spring of love resembleth Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.
The uncertain glory of an April day,
And by and by a cloud takes all away.
He is in haste; therefore, I pray you, go.
Pro. Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto, I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time And yet a thousand times it answers no. [Exeunt. With Valentino in the emperor's court:
ACT II. SCENE I.-Milan. A Room in the Duke's Palace.
Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain; for, withEnter VALENTINE and Speed.
out you were so simple, none else would be: but you
are so without these follies, that these follies are within Speed. Sir, your glove.
you, and shine through you like the water in an urinal, Val.
Not mine; my gloves are on. that not an eye that sees you, but is a physician to Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is but comment on your malady.
Val. But, tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia ? Val. Ha! let me see : ay, give it me, it's mine.- Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper ? Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine !
Val. Hast thou observed that? even she I mean. Ah Silvia! Silvia !
Speed. Why, sir, I know her not. Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia !
Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and Val. How now, sirrah ?
yet know'st her not? Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.
Speed. Is she not hard-favour'd, sir? Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her ?
Val. Not so fair, boy, as well favour'd. Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook.
Speed. Sir, I know that well enough. Val. Well, you'll still be too forward.
Val. What dost thou know? Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow. Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) wellVal. Go to, sir. Tell me, do you know madam Silvia? | favour'd. Speed. She that your worship loves ?
mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? favour infinite.
Speed. Marry, by these special marks. First, you Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the have learn’d, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms, like other out of all count. a mal-content; to relish a love song, like a robin-red- Val. Ho painted? and how out of count? breast; to walk alone, like one that hath the pestilence; Speed. Marry, sir, so painted to make her fair, that to sigh, like a schoolboy that hath lost his A B C; to no man 'counts of her beauty. weep, like a young wench that hath buried her grandam; Val. How esteem'st thou me? I account of her to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one beauty. that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Speed. You never saw her since she was deformid. Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laugh'd, to Val. How long hath she been deform’d? crow like a cock; when you walk'd, to walk like one Speed. Ever since you loved her. of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her, and still dinner; when you look'd sadly, it was for want of I see her beautiful. money; and now you are so metamorphosed with a Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her. mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think Val. Why? you my master.
Speed. Because love is blind. 0! that you had Val. Are all these things perceived in me? mine eyes; or your own eyes had the lights they were Speed. They are all perceived without ye.
wont to have, when you chid at sir Proteus for going Val. Without me? they cannot.
Val. What should I see then ?
Val. How now, sir! what, are you reasoning with Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing de- yourself? formity; for he, being in love, could not see to garter Speed. Nay, I was rhyming : 'tis you that have the his hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on
Val. To do what? Val Belike, boy, then you are in love ; for last Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia. morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.
Val. To whom? Speed. True, sir; I was in love with my bed. I Speed. To yourself. Why, she woos you by a figure. thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes Val. What figure ? me the bolder to chide you for yours.
Speed. By a letter, I should say. Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.
Val. Why, she hath not writ to me? Speed. I would you were set, so your affection would Speed. What need she, when she hath made you
write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest? Val. Last night she enjoin'd me to write some lines Val. No, believe me. to one she loves.
Speed. No believing you, indeed, sir : but did you Speed. And have you?
perceive her earnest? Val. I have.
Val. She gave me none, except an angry word. Speed. Are they not lamely writ?
Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter, Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them.- Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend. Peace! here she comes.
Speed. And that letter hath she deliver'd, and there Enter SILVIA. Speed. O excellent motion ! O exceeding puppet!
Val. I would it were no worse ! Now will he interpret to her.
I'll warrant you, 'tis as well : Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good morrows. For often have you writ to her, and she, in modesty, Speed. O! 'give ye good even : here's a million of Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply;
[Aside. Or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand. discover,
Speed. He should give her interest, and she gives it Her self hath taught her love himself to write unto her him.
lover. Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter All this I speak in print, for in print I found it.Unto the secret nameless friend of yours;
Why muse you, sir? 'tis dinner time. Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,
Val. I have dined. But for my duty to your ladyship. [Giving a paper. Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir: though the cameleon Sil. I thank you, gentle servant. "Tis very clerkly love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourish'd
by my victuals, and would fain have meat. O! be not Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off; like your mistress : be moved, be moved. [Exeunt. Por, being ignorant to whom it goes,
SCENE II.- Verona. A Room in Julia's House. I writ at random, very doubtfully. Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much pains ?
Enter Proteus and JULIA. Val. No, madam: so it stead you, I will write, Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia. Please you command, a thousand times as much. Jul. I must, where is no remedy.
Pro. When possibly I can, I will return. Sil. A pretty period. Well, I guess the sequel: Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner. And yet I will not name it;--and yet I care not;- Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake. And yet take this again ;-and yet I thank you, Pro. Why then, we'll make exchange: here, take Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.
[Exchange rings. Speed. And yet you will; and yet, another yet. Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.
[Aside. Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy; Val. What means your ladyship? do you not like it? And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day, Sil. Yes, yes: the lines are very quaintly writ, Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake, But since unwillingly, take them again.
The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Nay, take them.
[Giving it back. Torment me for my love's forgetfulness. Val. Madam, they are for you.
My father stays my coming; answer not.
That tide will stay me longer than I should. [Exit JULIA. I would have had them writ more movingly.
Julia, farewell.— What! gone without a word ? Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another. Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;
Sil. And, when it's writ, for my sake read it over; For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it. And, if it please you, so; if not, why, so.
Enter PanthINO. Val. If it please me, madam ; what then ?
Pant. Sir Proteus, you are stay'd for.
I come.And so good-morrow, servant.
[Exit. Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. [Exeunt. Speed. O jest! unseen, inscrutable, invisible,
SCENE III.-The Same. A Street. As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple.
Enter Launce, leading his Dog. My master sues to her, and she hath taught her suitor, Launce. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done He being her pupil, to become her tutor.
weeping: all the kind of the Launces have this very O excellent device! was there ever heard a better, fault. I have received my proportion, like the prodiThat my master, being scribe, to himself should write gious son, and am going with sir Proteus to the impethe letter?
rial's court. I think Crab, my dog, be the sourest
And yet, —
natured dog that lives : my mother weeping, my father
Val. So do you.
Val. Well, then, 'twill double your folly. -no, this left shoe is my father:—no, no, this left shoe Thu, How? is my mother;—nay, that cannot be so, neither:-yes, Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio? do you change colour? it is so, it is so; it hath the worser sole. This shoe, Val. Give him leave, madam : he is a kind of cameleon. with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father. Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, A vengeance on't! there 'tis : now, sir, this staff is my than live in your air. sister; for, look you, she is as white as a lily, and as Val. You have said, sir. small as a wand: this hat is Nan, our maid : I am the Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time. dog ;—no, the dog is himself, and I am the dog,–0! Val. I know it well, sir: you always end ere you begin. the dog is me, and I am myself: ay, so, so. Now come Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly I to my father; "Father, your blessing:” now should shot off. not the shoe speak a word for weeping: now should I Val. 'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver. kiss my father; well, he weeps on. Now come I to Sil. Who is that, servant ? my mother, (0, that she could speak now!) like a wild Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire. woman :-well, I kiss her; why there 'tis; here's my Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship’s looks, mother's breath, up and down. "Now come I to my sis- and spends what he borrows kindly in your company. ter; mark the moan she makes: now, the dog all this Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word, but see how shall make your wit bankrupt. I lay the dust with my tears.
Val. I know it well, sir: you have an exchequer of Enter PanthINO.
words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your folPant. Launce, away, away, aboard : thy master is lowers; for it appears by their bare liveries, that they shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's live by your bare words. the matter? why.weep'st thou, man? Away, ass; you'll Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more. Here comes lose the tide, if you tarry any longer. Launce. It is no matter if the tied were lost; for it
Enter the Duke. is the unkindest tied that ever any man tied.
Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset. Pant. What's the unkindest tide ?
Sir Valentine, your father's in good health : Launce. Why, he that's tied here; Crab, my dog. What say you to a letter from your friends
Pant. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood; and, of much good news? in losing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, in losing thy Val.
My lord, I will be thankful voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing thy master, lose To any happy messenger from thence. thy service; and, in losing thy service, Why dost thou Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your countryman? stop my mouth?
Val. Ay, my good lord; I know the gentleman Launce. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue. To be of wealth,
and worthy estimation, Pant. Where should I lose my tongue ?
And not without desert so well reputed. Launce. In thy tale.
Duke. Hath he not a son ? Pant. In thy tail ?
Val. Ay, my good lord ; a son, that well deserves Launce. Lose the tied, and the voyage, and the mas- The honour and regard of such a father. ter, and the service, and the tide. Why, man, if the Duke. You know him well? river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if Val. I knew him, as myself; for from our infancy the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my We have convers’d, and spent our hours together: sighs.
And though myself have been an idle truant, Pant. Come; come, away, man: I was sent to call Omitting the sweet benefit of time thee.
To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection, Launce. Sir, call me what thou dar'st.
Yet hath sir Proteus, for that's his name, Pant. Wilt thou go?
Made use and fair advantage of his days : Launce. Well, I will go.
[Exeunt. His years but young, but his experience old; SCENE IV.—Milan. A Room in the Duke's Palace. His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe; Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed.
And, in a word, (for far behind his worth
Come all the praises that I now bestow) Sil. Servant.
He is complete in feature, and in mind, Val. Mistress.
With all good grace to grace a gentleman. Speed. Master, sir Thurio frowns on you.
Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but, if he make this good, Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.
He is as worthy for an empress' love, Speed. Not of you.
As meet to be an emperor's counsellor. Val. Of my mistress, then,
Well, sir, this gentleman is come to me Speed. 'Twere good you knock'd him.
With commendation from great potentates;. Sil. Servant, you are sad.
And here he means to spend his time a-while. Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so.
I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.
Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he. Val. Haply, I do.
Duke. Welcome him, then, according to his worth. Thu. So do counterfeits.
Silvia, I speak to you; and you, sir Thurio :
For Valentine, I need not 'cite him to it.
Pro. No, but she is an earthly paragon. I'll send him hither to you presently.
[Exit Duke. Val. Call her divine. Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship, Pro. I will not flatter ber. Had come along with me, but that his mistress
Val. O! flatter me, for love delights in praises. Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks.
Pro. When I was sick you gave me bitter pills, Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them, And I must minister the like to you. Upon some other pawn for fealty.
Val. Then speak the truth by her: if not divine, Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prisoners still. Yet let her be a principality, Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind, Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth. How could he see his way to seek you out?
Pro. Except my mistress.
Val. Sweet, except not any,
Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own?
Val. And I will help thee to prefer her, too:
She shall be dignified with this high honour,Sil. Have done, have done. Here comes the gen- To bear my lady's train, lest the base earth tleman.
[Exit Tuurio. Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !—Mistress, I beseech And, of so great a favour growing proud, you,
Disdain to root the summer-smelling flower, Confirm his welcome with some special favour. And make rough winter everlastingly.
Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this? If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from.
Val. Pardon me, Proteus : all I can, is nothing Val. Mistress, it is. Sweet lady, entertain him To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing. To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship.
She is alone. Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant.
Pro. Then, let her alone. Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant Val. Not for the world. Why, man, she is mine own; To have a look of such a worthy mistress.
And I as rich in having such a jewel, Val. Leave off discourse of disability.
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else. Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,
Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed. Because thou seest me dote upon my love.
Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself. Only for his possessions are so huge,
gone with her along, and I must after, Pro.
That you are worthless. For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.
Pro. But she loves you?
The ladder made of cords, and all the means
[Exeunt Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel. Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you came? Pro. Go on before ; I shall enquire you forth. Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much I must unto the road, to disembark conimended.
Some necessaries that I needs must use, Val. And how do yours ?
And then I'll presently attend on you. Pro.
I left them all in health. Val. Will you make haste ? Val. How does your lady, and how thrives your love? Pro. I will.
[Exit VALENTINE. Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you: Even as one beat another heat expels, I know, yon joy not in a love-discourse.
Or as one nail by strength drives out another,
Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
Her true perfection, or my false transgression,
She's fair, and so is Julia that I love ;-
Bears no impression of the thing it was.
Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold, There is no woe to his correction,
And that I love him not, as I was wont : Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth!
O! but I love his lady too too much; Now, no discourse, except it be of love;
And that's the reason I love him so little.
That thus without advice begin to love her ?
And that hath dazzled so my reason's light;
There is no reason but I shall be blind.
Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it. If I can check my erring love, I will ;
At first I did adore a twinkling star, If not, to compass her I'll use my skill. [Exit. But now I worship a celestial sun. SCENE V.-The Same. A Street.
Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken;
And he wants wit, that wants resolved will
To learn his wit t' exchange the bad for better.
Launce. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth, for I am Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd not welcome. I reckon this always—that a man is with twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. never undone, till he be hang'd; nor never welcome to I cannot leave to love, and yet I do; a place, till some certain shot be paid, and the hostess But there I leave to love, where I should love. say, welcome.
Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose : Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the alehouse If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; with you presently ; where for one shot of five pence If I lose them, thus find I, by their loss, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia. how did thy master part with madam Julia ?
I to myself am dearer than a friend, Launce. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they For love is still most precious to itself; parted very fairly in jest.
And Silvia, (witness heaven that made her fair !) Speed. But shall she marry him ?
Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope. Launce. No.
I will forget that Julia is alive,
Remembering that my love to her is dead;
And Valentine I'll hold an enemy, Speed. What, are they broken?
Aiming at Silvia, as a sweeter friend. Launce. No, they are both as whole as a fish. I cannot now prove constant to myself Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with them? | Without some treachery used to Valentine.
Launce. Marry, thus : when it stands well with him This night, he meaneth with a corded ladder it stands well with her.
To climb celestial Silvia's chamber window;
Of their disguising, and pretended flight;
Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine, Launce. Ay, and what I do too : look thee; I'll but For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter: lean, and my staff understands me.
But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross Speed. It stands under thee, indeed.
By some sly trick blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. Launce. Why, stand-under and under-stand is all one. Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match ?
As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! [Exit. Launce. Ask my dog: if he say, ay, it will; if he SCENE VII.–Verona. A Room in Julia's House. say, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say nothing, it will.
Enter Julia and Lucetta. Speed. The conclusion is, then, that it will.
Jul. Counsel, Lucetta; gentle girl, assist me : Launce. Thou shalt never get such a secret from And, e'en in kind love, I do conjure thee, but by a parable.
Who art the table wherein all my thoughts
How, with my honour, I may undertake
A journey to my loving Proteus.
Much less shall she, that hath love's wings to fly; Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover. And when the flight is made to one so dear,
Launce. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn Of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus. himself in love, if thou wilt go with me to the ale- Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. house : if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not Jul. 0! know'st thou not, his looks are my soul's worth the name of a Christian.
food ? Speed. Why?
Pity the dearth that I have pined in, Launce. Because thou hast not so much charity in By longing for that food so long a time. thee, as to go to the ale with a Christian. Wilt thou go? Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Speed. At thy service.
[Exeunt. Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow, SCENE VI.— The Same. An Apartment in the
As seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire,
But qualify the fire's extreme rage,
Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.
The current, that with gentle murmur glides, To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; And even that power, which gave me first my oath, But, when his fair course is not hindered, Provokes me to this threefold perjury :
He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, Love bad me swear, and love bids me forswear. Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge O sweet-suggesting love! if I have sinn'd,
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage;