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To bear my lady's train ; lest the base earth house with you presently; where, for one shot of Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, five-pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. And, of so great a favor growing proud,
But, sirrah, how did thy master part with madam Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower, Julia ? And make rough winter everlastingly.
Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this? parted very fairly in jest.
Val. Pardon me, Proteus; all I can, is nothing Speed. But shall she marry him?
Speed. How then ? shall he marry her ?
Laun. No, neither. Vul. Not for the world: why, man, she is mine Speed. What, are they broken? own;
Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish. And I as rich in having such a jewel,
Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, them? The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Laun. Marry, thus; when it stands well with Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,
him, it stands well with her. Because thou seest me dote upon my love.
Speed. What an ass art thou! I understand thee My foolish rival, that her father likes,
not. Only for his possessions are so huge,
Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst Is gone with her along; and I must after, not! My staff understands me. For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.
Speed. What thou say’st ? Pro. But she loves you?
Laun. Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I'll Val.
Ay, and we are betroth’d; but lean, and my staff understands me. Nay, more, our marriage hour,
Speed. It stands under thee, indeed. With all the cunning manner of our flight,
Laun. Why stand under and understand is all Determin'd of: how I must climb her window; The ladder made of cords; and all the means Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match? Plotted, and 'greed on, for my happiness.
Laun. Ask my dog: if he say, ay, it will; if Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber, he say, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel. nothing, it will.
Pro. Go on before ; I shall enquire you forth: Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will. I must unto the road, to disembark
Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from Some necessaries that I needs must use;
me, but by a parable. And then I'll presently attend you.
Speed. 'Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, Val. Will you make haste?
how say'st thou, that my master has become a Pro. I will.
[Exit Val. notable lover? Even as one heat another heat expels,
Laun. I never knew him otherwise.
Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
to be. Is it mine eye, or Valentinus' praise,
Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest Her true perfection, or my false transgression, That makes me, reasonless, to reason thus ?
Laun. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant She's fair; and so is Julia, that I love :
thy master. That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd; Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover. Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,
Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he Bears no impression of the thing it was.
burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold;
the alehouse, so; if not, thou art a Hebrew, a Jew, And that I love him not, as I was wont:
and not worth the name of a Christian. 0! but I love his lady too, too much;
Speed. Why? And that's the reason I love him so little.
Laun. Because thou hast not so much charity How shall I dote on her with more advice,' in thee, as to go to the alehouse with a Christian: That thus without advice begin to love her? Wilt thou go? 'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,
Speed. At thy service.
[Exeunt. And that hath dazzled my reason's light; But when I look on her perfections,
SCENE VI.-The same. An Apartment in the There is no reason but I shall be blind.
Palace. If I can check my erring love, I will;
Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn;
To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn;
And even that power, which gave me first my oath, Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Provokes me to this threefold perjury. Milan.
Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear: Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for O sweet-suggesting' love, if thou hast sinn'd, I am not welcome. I reckon this always that a Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it. man is never undone, till he be hanged; nor never At first I did adore a twinkling star, welcome to a place, till some certain shot be paid, But now I worship a celestial sun. and the hostess say welcome.
Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken; Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the ale- And he wants wit, that wants resolved will 1 On further knowledge.
To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better. And so by many winding nooks he strays,
And make a pastime of each weary step,
And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil, If I keep them, I needs must lose myself;
A blessed soul doth in Elysium. If I lose them, thus find I by their loss,
Luc. But in what habit will you go along ? For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia.
Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent I to myself am dearer than a friend;
The loose encounters of lascivious men: For love is still more precious in itself.
Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds And Silvia, witness heaven, that made her fair! As may beseem some well-reputed page. Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.
Luc. Why, then your ladyship must cut your hair. I will forget that Julia is alive,
Jul. No, girl; I'll knit it up in silken strings, Rememb'ring that my love to her is dead; With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots: And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,
To be fantastic may become a youth Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend.
Of greater time than I shall show to be. I cannot now prove constant to myself,
Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your Without some treachery used to Valentine:
breeches? This night he meaneth with a corded ladder
Jul. That fits as well, as—
— tell me, good my To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window;
lord, Myself in counsel, his competitor ::
What compass will you wear your farthingale?' Now presently I'll give her father notice
Why, even that fashion thou best lik’st Lucetta. Of their disguising, and pretended' flight:
Luc. You must needs have them with a codWho, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine;
piece, madam. For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter: Jul. Out, out, Lucetta! that will be ill-favor'd. But Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross, Luc. A round hose, madam, now's not worth a By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding.
pin, Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on. As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! [Exit. Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov’st me, let me have
What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly: SCENE VII.- Verona. A room in Julia's House. But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me,
For undertaking so unstaid a journey?
I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd.
Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go. Are visibly charácter'd and engraved,
If Proteus like your journey, when you come, To lesson me; and tell me some good mean, No matter who's displeas’d, when you are gone: How, with my honor, I may undertake
I fear me, he will scarce be pleas’d withal. A journey to my loving Proteus.
Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear: Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears, Jul. A true devoted pilgrim is not weary
And instances as infinite of love, To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps: Warrant me welcome to my Proteus. Much less shall she, that hath love's wings to fly: Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men. And when the flight is made to one so dear,
Jul. Base men that use them to so base effect! Of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus.
But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth: Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; Jul. O, know'st thou not, his looks are my His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; soul's food?
His tears pure messengers sent from his heart; Pity the dearth that I have pined in,
His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. By longing for that food so long a time.
Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you come Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,
to him! Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow, Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that As seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Only deserve my love, by loving him;
Jul. The more thou dam'st it up, the more it burns; To take a note of what I stand in need of,
My goods, my lands, my reputation;
Come, answer not, but to it presently;
I am impatient of my tarriance. [Exeunt.
• Longed for.
SCENE I.-Milan. An Ante-room in the Duke's : Duke. Nay, then, no matter; stay with me awhile; Palace.
I am to break with thee of some affairs,
That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret. Enter DUKE, TAURio, and PROTEUS.
"Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile; To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter. We have some secrets to confer about.
Val. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the match
[Erit Tacrio. Were rich and honorable; besides, the gentleman Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? | Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would dis- Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter:
Cannot your grace win her to fancy him? The law of friendship bids me to conceal:
Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, froBut, when I call to mind your gracious favors
ward, Done to me, undeserving as I am,
Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty; My duty pricks me on to utter that
Neither regarding that she is my child, Which else no worldly good should draw from me. Nor fearing me as if I were her father: Know, worthy prince, sir Valentine, my friend, And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers, This night intends to steal away your daughter; Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her; Myself am one made privy to the plot.
And, where I thought the remnant of mine age I know, you have determind to bestow her Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty, On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates; I now am full resolved to take a wife, And should she thus be stolen away from you, And turn her out to who will take her in: It would be much vexation to your age.
Then let her beauty be her wedding dower; Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather choose For me and my possessions she esteems not. To cross my friend in his intended drift,
Val. What would your grace have me to do in this? Than, by concealing it, heap on your head
Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here, A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, Whom I affect; but she is nice and coy, Being unprevented, to your timeless grave. And nought esteems my aged eloquence:
Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care; Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor, Which to requite, command me while I live. (For long agone I have forgot to court: This love of theirs myself have often seen, Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd ;) Haply, when they have judged me fast asleep; How, and which way, I may bestow myself, And oftentimes have purpos’d to forbid
To be regarded in her sun-bright eye. Sir Valentine her company, and my court:
Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words; But, fearing least my jealous aim' might err, Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, And so, unworthily, disgrace the man,
More than quick words, do move a woman's mind. (A rashness that I ever yet have shunn'd,)
Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent her. I gave him gentle looks; thereby to find
Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best That which thyself hast now disclos’d to me.
If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
But rather to beget more love in you: And thence she cannot be convey'd away. If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone;
Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a mean For why, the fools are mad, if left alone. How he her chamber window will ascend, Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; And with a corded ladder fetch her down; For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away: For which the youthful lover now is gone, Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces: And this way comes he with it presently; Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces. Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, But, good my lord, do it so cunningly,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. That my discovery be not aim'd' at;
Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her friends For love of you, not hate unto my friend,
Unto a youthful gentleman of worth;
Duke. Upon mine honor, he shall never know That no man hath access by day to her.
Val. Why then I would resort to her by night. Pro. Adieu, my lord; sir Valentine is coming. Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock’d, and keys
That no man hath recourse to her by night.
Val. What lets, but one may enter at her window? Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast? Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground;
Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger And built so shelving, that one cannot climb it That stays to bear my letters to my friends, Without apparent hazard of his life. And I am going to deliver them.
Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of cords, Duke. Be they of much import?
To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks, Val. The tenor of them doth but signify Would serve to scale another Hero's tower, My health, and happy being at your court. So bold Leander would adventure it.
Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Guessed.
Advise me where I may have such a ladder.
Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me
Enter PROTEUS and LAUNCE. that. Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. That longs for everything that he can come by. Laun. So-ho! so-ho!
Fal. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. Pro. What seest thou ?
Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone; Laun. Him we go to find: there's not a hair How shall I best convey the ladder thither? on's head, but 'tis a Valentine.
Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it Pro. Valentine?
Then let me see thy cloak; Pro. What then ? I'll get me one of such another length.
Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak ? Pro. Whom wouldst thou strike?
Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray you,PU be so bold to break the seal for once. [Reads. Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear : Friend Valentine, a
word. My chts do harbor with my Silvia nightly; Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good And slaves they are to me, that send them flying:
news, 0, could their master come and go as lightly, So much of bad already hath possess'd them. Himself would lodge where senseless they are Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine Tying.
For they are harsh, untunable, and bad. My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them;
Val. Is Silvia dead ? While I, their king, that thither them importune, Pro. No, Valentine. Do curse the grace that with such grace hath Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia ! blessed them,
Hath she forsworn me? Because myself do want my servants fortune: Pro. No, Valentine. I curse myself, for they are sent by me,
Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me! That they should harbor where their lord should be. What is What's here?
Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation that you are Silvia, this night I will en franchise thee : vanish'd.
Pro. That thou art banished, O, that's the news; "Tis so; and here's the ladder for the purpose. From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend. Why, Phaëton, (for thou art Merops' son,)
Val. O, I have fed upon this woe already, Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car, And now excess of it will make me surfeit. And with thy daring folly burn the world? Doth Silvia know that I am banished ? Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee? Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offered to the doom, Go, base intruder! over-weening slave!
(Which, unrevers’d, stands in effectual force,) Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates ; À sea of melting pearl, which some call tears: And think, my patience, more than thy desert, Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd; Is privilege for thy departure hence:
With them, upon her knees, her humble self; Thank me for this, more than for all the favors, Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee.
them, But if thou linger in my territories,
As if but now they waxed pale for woe: Longer than swiftest expedition
But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Will give thee time to leave our royal court, Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears, By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire; I ever bore my daughter, or thyself.
But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die. Begone, I will not hear thy vain excuse,
Besides, her intercession chaf'd him so, But, as thou lov’st thy life, make speed from hence. When she for thy repeal was suppliant,
[Exit Duke. That to close prison he commanded her, Val. And why not death rather than live in tor- With many bitter threats of 'biding there. ment!
Val. No more; unless the next word that thou . To die, is to be banish'd from myself;
speak'st And Silvia is myself; banish'd from her, Have some malignant power upon my life : Is self from self; a deadly banishment !
If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear, What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? As ending anthem of my endless dolor. What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by ?
Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, Unless it be to think that she is by,
And study help for that which thou lament’st. And feed upon the shadow of perfection.
Time is the nurse and breeder of all good. Except I be by Silvia in the night,
thou stay, thou canst not see thy love ; There is no music in the nightingale ;
Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life. Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
Hope is a lover's staff; walk bence with that, There is no day for me to look upon :
And manage it against despairing thoughts. She is my essence; and I leave to be,
Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence; If I be not by her fair influence
Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd Foster'd, illumin’d, cherish'd, kept alive.
Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love. I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom :
The time now serves not to expostulate: Tarry I here, I but attend on death;
Come, I'll convey thee through the city gate; But, fly I hence, I fly away from life.
And, ere I part with thee, confer at large,
Of all that may concern thy love affairs :
Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth. As thou lov’st Silvia, though not for thyself,
Laun. Shat makes amends for her sour breath. Regard thy danger, and along with me.
Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep.
Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Speed. Item, She is slow in words.
Laun. O villain, that set this down among her [Exeunt VALENTINE and Proteus. vices! To be slow in words, is a woman's only Laun. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have virtue: I pray thee, out with 't; and place it for her the wit to think my master is a kind of a knave: chief virtue. but that's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives Speed. Item, She is proud. not now, that knows me to be in love: yet I am in Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, love; but a team of horse shall not pluck that from and cannot be ta'en from her. me; nor who 'tis I love, and yet 'tis a woman: but Speed. Item, She hath no teeth. what woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love milk-maid: yet 'tis not a maid, for she hath had crusts. gossips: yet 'tis a maid, for she is her master's Speed. Item, She is curst: maid, and serves for wages. She hath more quali Laun. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to bite. ties than a water spaniel,—which is much in a Speed. Item, She will often praise her liquor. bare Christian. Here is the cat-log (pulling out Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall: if she a paper) of her conditions. Imprimis, She can will not, I will; for good things should be praised. fetch and carry. Why, a horse can do no more; Speed. Item, She is too liberal. nay, a horse cannot fetch, but only carry; there Laun. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's writ fore, is she better than a jade. Item, She can milk; down she is slow of; of her purse she shall not; look you, a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands. for that I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she Enter SPEED.
may, and that I cannot help. Well, proceed.
Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, and Speed. How now, signior Launce? what news more faults than hairs, and more wealth than with your mastership?
faults. Laun. With my master's ship? why, it is at sea. Laun. Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine,
Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake the and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article: word: What news then in your paper ?
rehearse that once more. Laun. The blackest news, that ever thou heard'st. Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit,Speed. Why, man, how black ?
Laun. More hair than wit,-it may be; I'll Laun. Why, as black as ink.
prove it: the cover of the salt hides the salt, and Speed. Let me read them.
therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that Laun. Fie on thee, jolt-head; thou canst not read. covers the wit, is more than the wit; for the greater Speed. Thou liest, I can.
hides the less. What's next? Laun. I will try thee; tell me this: who begot Speed. And more faults than hairs,thee?
Laun. That's monstrous: 0, that that were out! Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather. Speed. And more wealth than faults.
Laun. O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of Laun. Why, that word makes the faults grathy grandmother: this proves, that thou canst not cious: Well, I'll have her; and if it be a match, read.
as nothing is impossible, Speed. Come, fool, come; try me in thy paper. Speed. What then? Laun. There; and Saint Nicholas" thy speed! Laun. Why, then I will tell thee,-that thy Speed. Imprimis, She can milk.
master stays for thee at the north gate. Laun. Ay, that she can.
Speed. For me? Speed. Item, She brews good ale.
Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou? he hath Laun. And thereof comes the proverb,—Bless-staid for a better man than thee. ing of your heart, you brew good ale.
Speed. And must I go to him? Speed. Item, She can sew.
Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast Laun. That's as much as to say, Can she so ? staid so long, that going will scarce serve the turn. Speed. Item, She can knit.
Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner? 'pox of Laun. What need a man care for a stock with your love-letters !
[Exit. a wench, when she can knit him a stock?
Laun. Now will he be swinged for reading my Speed. Item, She can wash and scour. letter: An unmannerly slave, that will thrust him
Laun. A special virtue; for then she need not self into secrets !—I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's be washed and scoured.
Exit. Speed. Item. She can spin.
Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels SCENE II.—The same. A Room in the Duke's when she can spin for her living.
Palace. Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues.
Enter DUKE and Thurio; Proteus behind. Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues; that, indeed, know not their fathers, and Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will therefore have no names. Speed. Here follow her vices.
Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues.
Thu. Since his exíle she hath despised me most, Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, in Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me, respect of her breath.
That I am desperate of obtaining her. Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure breakfast: read on.
Trenched in ice; which with an hour's heat s St. Nicholas presided over young scholars.
• Froward. * Licentious in language. 3 Cut.