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Lic. That the contents will show.

And mar the concord with too harsh a descant: Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? (from Proteus: There wanteth but a mean to fill your song.

Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, Jul. The mean is drown'd'with your unruly He would have given it you, but I, being in the

base. way,

(pray. . Indeed, Ibid the base for Proteus. (me Did in your name receive it ; pardon the fault, I Jul. This babble sball mat henceforth trouble

Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker ! Here is a coil with protestation !— [tears the letter. Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines?

Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: To whisper and conspire against my youth? You would be fingering them, to anger me. Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth,

Luc. She makes it strapgebut she would be And you an officer fit for the place.

best pleas'd There, take the paper, see it be return'd;

To be so anger'd with another letter. [exit. Or else return no more into my sight.

Ju. Nay Would Iwere gangera with the Luc. To plead for love, deserves more fee than

same! Jul. Will you be gone?

[hate. O hateful hands, to tear such loving words ! Luc. That you may ruminate.

(exit. Injurious wasps ! to feed on such sweet honey, Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlooked the And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings! It were a shame to call her back again, [letter. I'll kiss each several paper for amends. And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. And here is writ-kind Julia; unkind Julia! Wbat fool is she, that knows I am a maid,

As in revenge of thy ingratitude, And would not force the letter to my view ? I throw thy name against the bruising stones, Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain. Which they would have the profferer construe, Ay. Look, here is writ-love-wounded Proteus ; Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod!

heal'd: How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,

And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. When willingly I would have had her here ! But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down? How angerly I taught my brow to frown, Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away, When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile! Till I have found each letter in the letter, My penance is, to call Lucetta back,

Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear And ask remission for my folly past :

Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
What ho! Lucetta!

And throw it thence into the raging sea !
Re-enter Lucetta.

Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ, Luc. What would your ladyship?

Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus, Jul. Is it near dinner-time?

To the sweet Julia ;—that I'll tear away :
Luc. I would it were ;

And yet I will not, sith so prettily
That you might kill your stomach on your meat, He couples it to his complaining names :
And not upon your maid.

Thus will I fold them one upon another,
Jul. What i'st you took up

Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. So gingerly?

Re-enter Lucetta. Luc. Nothing.

Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father Jul. Why did'st thou stoop, then ?

Jul. Well, let us go.

[stays. Luc. To take a paper up, that I let fall.

Luc. What ? shall these papers lie like tell-tales Jul. And is that paper nothing?

here? Luc. Nothing concerning me.

Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,

down: Unless it have a false interpreter. (rhyme. Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.

Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in Jul. I see, you have a month's mind to them.

Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights Give me a note : your ladyship can set.

you see ; Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible: I see things too, although you judge I wink. Best sing it to the tune of Light o'love.

Jul. Come, come, will’t please you go? (exeunt. Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.

SCENE II THE SAME ARQOMIN ANTONIO
Jul. Heavy? belike it bath some burden then.
Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you

Enter Antonio and Panthino.
Jul. And why not you ?

[sing it. Ant. Tell me, Panthin,whatsadtalk was that, Luc. I cannot reach so high.

Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Jul. Let's see your song :

-How now, minion? Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your sasa, Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it Ant. Why, What of him? And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. [out: Pan. He wonder'd, that your lordship Jui. You do not?

Would suffer him to spend his youth at home, Luc. No, madam ; it is too sharp.

While other men, of slender reputation Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.

Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,

Some, to the wars, to try their fortune that

HOUSE.

fome, to discover islands, far away ;

Pro. May't please your londship, 'tis a word or Some, to the studious universities.

Of commendation sent from Valentine, two For any, or for all these exercises,

Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet;

Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see wbat news. And did request me, to importune you,

Pro. There is no news, my lord ; but that he To let him spend his time no more at home, How happily he lives, how well belov'd, (writes Which would be great impeachment to his age, And daily graced by the emperor ; In having known no travel in his youth. [that Wishing me with bim, partner of his fortune.

Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish ? Whereon this month I have been bammering. Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will I have consider'd well bis loss of time;

And not depending ou his friendly wish. And how he cannot be a perfect man

Ant. My will is something sorted with his Not being try'd and tutor'd in the world : Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed; (wish: Experience is by industry achiev'd,

For what I will, I will, and there an end. And perfected by the swift course of time: I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him? | With Valentinus in the emperor's court;

Pan. I think, your lordship is not ignorant, What maintenance he from his friends receives, How his companion, youthful Valentine,

Like exhibition thou shalt have from me. Attends the emperor in his royal court.

To-morrow be in readiness to go : Ant. I know it well.

[bim thither: Excwee it not, for I am peremptory. Pan. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided ; There shall he practise tilts and tournaments Mease you, deliberate a day or two. Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen; Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent And be in eye of every exercise,

after thee:
Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.

Ant. I like thy counsel: well hast thou advis'd: Come on, Panthino ; you shall be employ'd
And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it, To hasten on his expedition.
The execution of it shall make known;

[exeunt Ant. and Pan. Even with the speediest execution

Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear of I will despatch him to the emperor's court.

burning; Pan. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Al And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd. With other gentlemen of good esteem, [phonso, I fear'd to shew my father Julia's letter, Are journeying to salute the emperor,

Lest he should take exceptions to my love; And to commend their service to his will. [go : | And with the vantage of mine own excuse

Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus Hath he excepted most against my love. And, in good time, -now will we break with him. O, how this spring of love resembleth Enter Proteus.

The uncertain glory of an April day; Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines ! sweet life! Which now shews all the beauty of the sun, Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;

And by and by a cloud takes all away! Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawa:

Re-enter Panthino. 0, that our fathers would applaud our loves, Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you; To seal our happiness with their consents ! He is in haste, therefore, I pray you, go. (to; O heavenly Julia !

(there? Pro. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereAnt. How now? what letter are you reading | And yet a thousand times it answers no. [ereunt.

ACT II. SCENE 1. MILAN. AN APARTMENT AT THE DUKE'S. Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, Enter Valentine and Speed.

you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreath Speed. Sir, your glove.

your arms like a male-content; to relish a loveVal

. Not mine; my gloves are on. (is but one. song, like a robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this one that hath the pestilence ; to sigh, like a schoolVal. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's boy that had lost his A, B, C.; to weep, like a mine:

young wench that had buried her grandam; to Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine! fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one Ab Silvia! Silvia !

that fears robbing ; to speak puling, like a beggar Speed. Madam Silvia ! madam Silvia !

at Hallowinas. You were wont, when you Val. How now, sirrah !

laughed to crow like a cock; when you walked, Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.

to walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her? was presently after dinner; when you looked Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook. sadly, it was for want of money: and now you Val. Well you'll still be too forward.

are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when ? Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being look on you, I can hardly think you my master. too slow.

[Silvia ? Val. Are all these things perceived in me? Val. Go to, sir; tell me, do you know madam Speed. They are all perceived without you. Speed. She that your worship loves ?

Val. Without me? They cannot.; Val. Why, how know you that I am in love ? Speed. Without you? day, that's certain, for,

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without you were so simple, none else would : Speed. O, 'give you good even! here's a million but you are so without these follies, that these of manners.

[aside. follies are within you, and shine through you like Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two the water in an urinal; that not an eye, that sees

thousand. you, but is a physician to comment on your Speed. He should give her interest; and she malady.

gives it him.

aside. Val. But, tell me, dost thou know my lady Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter Silvia ?

Unto the secret nameless friend of yours ; Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at. Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, supper?

(mean. But for my duty to your ladyship. [done. Val. Hast thou observ'd that? even she I Sil. I thank you, gentle servant: 'tis very clerkly Speed. Why, sir, I know her not.

Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off; Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, For, being ignorant to whom it goes, and yet knowest her not?

I writ at random, very doubtfully. (pains ? Speed. Is she not hard-favoured, sir?

Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much Val. Not so fair, boy, as well-favoured.

Val. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write, Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.

Please you command, a thousand times as much : Val. What dost thou know?

Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well Sil. A pretty period! well, I guess the sequel; favoured.

And yet I will not name it :-and yet I care not;Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but And yet take this again ;-and yet I thank you; her favvur infinite.

Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more. Speed. That's because the one is painted, and Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet. the other out of all count.

[aside. Val. How painted ? and how out of count? Val. What means your ladyship? do you not Speed. Marry, sir, so painted, to make her

like it? fair, that no man counts of her beauty.

Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ: Val. How esteemest thou me? I account of her But since unwillingly, take them again; beauty.

Nay, take them. Speed. You never saw her since she was de- Val. Madam, they are for you. formed.

Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my request : Val. How long hath she been deformed ? But I will none of them; they are for you: Speed. Ever since you loved her.

I would have had them writ more movingly. Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her, Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship anothe. and still I see her beautiful.

Sil. And, when it's writ, for my sake read it Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her. Val. Why?

And, if it please you, so; if not, why, so. Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you Val. If it please me, madam! what then? had mine eyes ; or your own had the lights they Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour, were wont to have, when you chid at Sir Proteus And so good morrow, servant.

(erit. for going ungartered!

Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, Val. What should I see then ?

As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing steeple!

(suitor, deformity : for he, being in love, could not see to My master sues to her; and she hath taught her garter his hose ; and you, being in love, cannot He being her pupil, to become her tutor. see to put on your hose.

O excellent device! was there ever beard a better? Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love ; for last That my master, being scribe, to himself should morning you could not see to wipe my sboes.

write the letter? Speed. True, sir, I was in love with my bed; Val. How now, sir? what are you reasonicg I thank you, you swinged me for my love, which with yourself? makes me the bolder to chide you

for
yours.

Speed. Nay, I was rhyming ; 'tis you that have Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.

the reason. Speed. I would you were sct; so, your affec- Val. To do what? tion would cease.

Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia. Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some Val. To whom? lines to one she loves.

Speed. To yourself: why, she wooes you by a Speed. And have you ?

Val. What figure ?

(figure. Val. I have.

Speed. By a letter, I should say. Speed. Are they not lamely writ?

Val. Why, she hath not writ to me. Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them : Speed. What need she, when she bath mado Peace, here she comes.

you write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive Enter Silvia.

the jest ? Speed. O excellent motion ! O exceeding pup

Val. No, believe me. Pet! now will he interpret to her. [aside. Speed. No believing you indeed, sir : but did

Va!. Madam and mistress, a thousand good you perceive her earnest ? morrow,

Val. She gave me none, excepè an angry words

over:

Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter. solc: this shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend. and this my father : a vengeance on't! there 'tis;

Speed. And that letter bath she delivered, and now, sir, this staff is my sister ; for, look you, she there an end.

is as white as a lily, and as small as a wand: this Val. I would, it were no worse.

bat is Nan our maid ; I am the dog :-no, the dog Speed. I'll warrant you, tis as well:

is himself, and I am tle dog,—0, the dog is me, Por often you have writ to her ; and she, in modesty, and I am myself: ay, so so. Now come I to my Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply. father ; Father, your blessing ; quv should not the Or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind shoe speak a word for weeping; now should I kiss discover,

(her lover.— my father; well, he weeps on :-—now come I to Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto my mother, (0, that she could speak now!) like And all this I speak in print; for in print I found a wood woman ;-Well, I kiss her ;-why there Why muse you, sir ? 'tis dinner-time. [it.- 'tis; here's my mother's breath up and down: now Val. I have dined.

come I to my sister: mark the moan she makes : now Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir : though the came- the dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a leon love can feed on the air, I am one that am word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears. nourished by my victuals, and would fain have

Enter Panthino. meat: 0, be not like your mistress; be moved, Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard; thy master be moved.

[ereunt. is shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. SCENE II. VERONA. A ROOM IN JULIA'S HOUSE. What's the matter? why weepest thou, man ? Enter Proteus and Julia.

Away, ass; you will lose the tide, if you tarry Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.

any longer. Jul. I must, where is no remedy.

Laun. It is no matter if the ty'd were lost ; for Pro. When possibly I can, I will return. it is the unkindest ty'd, that ever any man ty'd.

Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner: Pan. What's the unkindest tide ? Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake.

Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here; Crab, my dog.

[giving a ring. Pan. Tut, mall, I mean thou'lt lose the flood; Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; here, and, in losing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, in take you this.

losing thy voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing Jui. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss. thy master, lose thy service; and, in losing thy

Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy; service,- Why dost thou stop my mouth? And when that hour o'erslips me in the day,

Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue. Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,

Pan. Where should I lose my tongue ? The next ensuing hour some foul mischance

Laun. In thy tale. Torment me for my love's forgetfulness !

Pan. In thy tail ? My father stays my coming ; answer not;

Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the The tide is now : nay, not the tide of tears ; master, and the service? The tide !-- Why, man, That tide will stay me longer than I should ; if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my

[exit Julia. tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the Julia, farewell. What! gone without a word ? boat with my sighs. Ay, so true love should do : it cannot speak; (it. Pan. Come, come away, man; I was sent to For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace

call thee. Enter Panthino.

Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest. Pan. Sir Proteus, you are staid for.

Pan. Wilt thou go? Pro. Go; I come, I come:

Laun. Well, I will go

[excunto Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb.[exit. SCENE IV. MILAN. AN APARTMENT AT THE DUKE'S

Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. Enter Launcc, leading a dog.

Sil. ServantLaun. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I bave done Val. Mistress? weeping: all the kind of the Launces have this Speed. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you. very fault: I have received my proportion like the Val. Ay, boy, it's for love. prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus Speed. Not of you. to the Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog Val. Of my mistress then. be the sourest-natured dog that lives: my mother Speed. 'Twere good, you knocked him. weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, our Sil. Servant, you are sad. maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and

Val. Indeed, madam, I seem 80. all our house in a great perplexity, yet did not this

Thu. em you that you are not ? crucl--hearted cur shed one tear : he is a stonie, a Val. Haply, I do. very pebble-stone, and has no more pity in him Thu. So do counterfeits. than a dog : a Jew would have wept to have seen

Val. So do you. our parting ; why, my grandam, having no eyes,

Thn. What seem I, that I am not? look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, Val. Wise. I'll show you the manner of it: This shoe is my Thu. What instance of the contrary? father ;-no, this left shoe is my father ;—no, no, Val. Your foly: this left shoe is my mother ; nay, that cannot be so Thu. And bow quote you my folly? mother;- yes, it is so, it is su; i: bath the worsor Vul I quote it in your jerkin.

SCENE III. THE SARIE. A STREET.

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Thu. My jerkin is a doublet.

Silvia, I speak to you; and you, Sir Thurio:Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly. For Valentine, I need not cite him to it: Thu How?

I'll send him hither to you presently. [erit Duha. Sil. What, angry, Sir Thurio ? do you change Val. This is the gentleman, I told your lady colour.

ship, Vul. Give him leave, madam ; he is a kind of Had come along with me, but that his mistress cameleon.

Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks. Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd thema blood, than live in your air.

Upon some other pawn for fealty. Val. You have said, sir.

Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them pri. Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time.

soners still.

(blind, Val. I know it well, sir : you always end ere Sil. Nay, then he shall be blind; and, being

How could he see his way to seek out you? Sil. A fiue volley of words, gentlemen, and Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. quickly shot off.

Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all. Val. 'Tis indeed, madam; we thauk the giver. Vah To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself'; Sil. Who is that, servant ?

Upon a homely object love can wink. Val. Yourself, sweet lady ; for you gave the

Enter Protcus. fire: Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your lady- Sil. Have done, have done ; here comes the ship's looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly gentleman.

(beseech you, in your company.

Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !—Mistress, I Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, Confirm his welcome with some special favour. I shall make your wit bankrupt.

Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome Val. I know it well, sir : you have an excbe- hither, quer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to If this be he, you oft have wish'd to hear from. give your followers; for it appears by their bare Val. Mistress, it is: sweet lady, entertain him liveries, that they live by your bare words. To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship. Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more; here comes Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant.

Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant
Enter Duke.

To have a look of such a worthy mistress.
Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset. Val. Leave off discourse of disability :
Sir Valentine, your father's in good health : Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.
What say you to a letter from your friends

Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else. Of much good news.

Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed; Val. My lord, I will be thankful

Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress. To any happy messenger from thence. [man? Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself. Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your country- Sil. That you are welcome ?

Val. Ay, my good lord ; I know the gentleman Pro. No! that you are worthless. To be of worth, and worthy estimation,

Enter Servant. And not without desert so well reputed.

Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak Duke. Hath he not a son ?

Val. Ay, my good lord; a son, that well deserves Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure. [exit Servant. The honour and regard of such a father.

Come, Sir Thurio, Duke. You know him well ?

[fancy, Go with me:- -Once more, new servant, welcome: Val. I knew him, as myself; for from our in- I'll leave you to confer of home-affairs; We have convers’d, and spent our hours together: When you have done, we look to hear from you. And though myself have been an idle truant, Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship. Omitting the sweet benefit of time,

(exeunt Silvia, Thurio, and Specd. To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection ; Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence Yet bath Sir Proteus, for that's his name,

you came ? Made use and fair advantage of his days ;

Pro. Your friends are well, and have them His young, but his experience old;

much commended. His head upmellow'd, but his judgment ripe;

Val. And how do yours? And, in a word (for far behind his worth

Pro. I left them all in health. (your love? Come all the praises that I now bestow,)

Val. How does your lady? and how thrives He is complete in feature, and in mind,

Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you; With all good grace to grace a gentleman. I know, you joy not in a love-discourse. Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but, if he make this Val

. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now: He is as worthy for an empress' love, (good, I have done penance for contemning love; As meet to be an emperor's counsellor.

Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me Well, sir : this gentleman is come to me,

With bitter fasts, with penitential groads, With commendation from great potentates ; With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs; And here he means to spend his time a-wbile: For, in revenge of my contempt of love, I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you. [he. Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes,

Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been And made them watchers of mine oma heart's Dake. Welcome him then according to his worth;

with you.

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