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Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard ; thy master is shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's the matter? why weepest thou, man? Away, ass; you will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer.
Laun. It is no matter if the ty'd were lost; for it is the unkindest ty'd that ever any man ty’d.
Pan. What's the unkindest tide ?
Pan. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood; and, in losing the flood, lose thy voyage ; and, in losing thy voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing thy master, lose thy service; and, in losing thy service, Why dost thou stop my mouth?
Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue.
Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the master, and the service? The tide !-Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears ; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.
Pan. Come, come away, man; I was sent to call thee.
Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.
Val. So do you.
Thu. What seem I, that I am not?
Thu. What instance of the contrary?
Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio? do you change colour?
Val. Give him leave madam ; he is a kind of cameleon.
Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, than live in your air.
Val. You have said, sir.
Val. I know it well, sir; you always end ere you begin.
Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off.
Val. 'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver. Sil. Who is that, servant ?
Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire: sir Thurio borrows bis wit from your ladyship’s looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly in your company.
Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.
Val. I know it well, sir : you have an exchequer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, that they live by your bare words.
Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more; here comes
Enter DUKE. Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset. Sir Valentine, your father's in good health : What say you to a letter from your
friends Of much good news? Val.
My lord, I will be thankful To any happy messenger from thence.
Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your countryman? Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
To be of worth, and worthy estimation,
Duke, Hath he not a son ?
Val. Ay, my good lord; a son, that well deserves The honour and regard of such a father.
Duke. You know him well ?
Val. I knew him as myself; for from our infancy We have convers’d, and spent our hours together: And though myself have been an idle truant, Omitting the sweet benefit of time, To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection; Yet hath sir Proteus, for that's his name, Made use and fair advantage of his days ; His years but young, but his experience old; His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe; And, in a word, (for far behind his worth Come all the praises that I now bestow,) He is complete in feature, and in mind, With all good grace to grace a gentleman.
Duke. Beshrews me, sir, but, if he make this good, He is as worthy for an empress' love, As meet to be an emperor's counsellor. Well, sir ; this gentleman is come to me, With commendation from great potentates ;' And here he means to spend his time a-while : I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.
Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he.
Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth; Silvia, I speak to you; and you, sir Thurio:For Valentine, I need not 'cite him to it: I'll send him hither to you presently.
[Erit Duke. Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship, Had come along with me, but that his mistress Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks.
5 Ill betide.
Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them Upon some other pawn for fealty. Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prisoners
still. Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being
Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes.
Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself;
Enter PROTEUS, Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the
gentleman. Val. Welcome, dear Proteus!-Mistress, I be.
Confirm his welcome with some special favour.
Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from.
Val. Mistress, it is : sweet lady, entertain him To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship.
Șil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant.
Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant To have a look of such a worthy mistress.
Val. Leave off discourse of disability :-
Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else.