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Luc. That the contents will show.
Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? [from Proteus:
Luc. To plead for love, deserves more fee than
Luc. That you may ruminate.
O hateful hands, to tear such loving words!
I throw thy name against the bruising stones,
Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,
And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.
Luc. What would your ladyship?
Jul. Is it near dinner-time?
Luc. I would it were;
That you might kill your stomach on your meat, He couples it to his complaining names:
Jul. What i'st you took up
Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love,
Jul. Why did'st thou stoop, then?
Jul. And is that paper nothing?
Luc. Nothing concerning me.
Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Unless it have a false interpreter. [rhyme. Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: Give me a note: your ladyship can set.
Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible: Best sing it to the tune of Light o'love.
Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.
Luc. I cannot reach so high.
Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp.
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:
Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus. [me.
To be so anger'd with another letter. [exit. Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same!
Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father
Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up.
Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.
I see things too, although you judge I wink.
Enter Antonio and Panthino.
Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that,
Pan. He wonder'd, that your lordship
Some, to discover islands, far away;
Ant. Nor need'st thou much impórtune me to Whereon this month I have been hammering. I have consider'd well his loss of time; And how he cannot be a perfect man Not being try'd and tutor'd in the world: Experience is by industry achiev'd, And perfected by the swift course of time: Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him? Pan. I think, your lordship is not ignorant, How his companion, youthful Valentine, Attends the emperor in his royal court.
Ant. I know it well.
Pan. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen; And be in eye of every exercise, Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.
Ant. I like thy counsel: well hast thou advis'd: And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it, The execution of it shall make known; Even with the speediest execution I will despatch him to the emperor's court.
Pan. To-morrow, may it please you, Don AlWith other gentlemen of good esteem, Are journeying to salute the emperor, And to commend their service to his will.
Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus And, in good time,-now will we break with him. Enter Proteus.
Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn: O, that our fathers would applaud our loves, To seal our happiness with their consents! O heavenly Julia!
Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or Of commendation sent from Valentine, Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he How happily he lives, how well belov'd, [writes And daily graced by the emperor;
Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.
Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.
Ant. How now? what letter are you reading
Ant. My will is something sorted with his Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed; [wish: For what I will, I will, and there an end. I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time With Valentinus in the emperor's court; What maintenance he from his friends receives, Like exhibition thou shalt have from me. To-morrow be in readiness to go: Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.
Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided; Please you, deliberate a day or two.
Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after thee:
No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.—
[exeunt Ant. and Pan. Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear of burning;
And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd.
The uncertain glory of an April day;
Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you; He is in haste, therefore, I pray you, go.
Pro. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereAnd yet a thousand times it answers no. [exeunt. II.
Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a male-content; to relish a lovesong, like a robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like one that hath the pestilence; to sigh, like a schoolboy that had lost his A, B, C.; to weep, like a young wench that had buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowinas. You were wont, when you laughed to crow like a cock; when you walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money: and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master. Val. Are all these things perceived in me? Speed. They are all perceived without you. Val. Without me? They cannot. Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain, for,
Speed. O, 'give you good even! here's a million of manners. [aside. Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.
Speed. He should give her interest; and she
Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter
Sil. I thank you, gentle servant: 'tis very clerkly
without you were so simple, none else would: but you are so without these follies, that these follies are within you, and shine through you like the water in an urinal; that not an eye, that sees you, but is a physician to comment on your malady.
Val. But, tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia?
Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper? [mean. Val. Hast thou observ'd that? even she I Speed. Why, sir, I know her not.
Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, For, being ignorant to whom it goes,
Speed. Is she not hard-favoured, sir?
Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well favoured.
Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite.
Sil. A pretty period! well, I guess the sequel; And yet I will not name it :-and yet I care not;And yet take this again ;-and yet I thank you; Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.
Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet. [aside. Val. What means your ladyship? do you not like it?
Val. How painted? and how out of count? Speed. Marry, sir, so painted, to make her 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.
Val. Madam, they are for you.
Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my request:
Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the other out of all count.
Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed.
Val. How long hath she been deformed?
Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her,
and still I see her beautiful.
Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.
Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes; or your own had the lights they were wont to have, when you chid at Sir Proteus for going ungartered!
Val. What should I see then?
Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing deformity for he, being in love, could not see to garter his hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose.
Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.
Speed. True, sir, I was in love with my bed; I thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.
Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. Speed. I would you were set; so, your affection would cease.
Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to one she loves.
Speed. And have you?
Val. I have.
Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much Val. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write, Please you command, a thousand times as much: And yet,
Speed. Are they not lamely writ?
Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them: Peace, here she comes.
Speed. O excellent motion! O exceeding pupPet! now will he interpret to her. [aside. Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good
Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another.
And, if it please you, so; if not, why, so.
Val. If it please me, madam! what then?
Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,
O excellent device! was there ever heard a better? That my master, being scribe, to himself should write the letter?
Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter.
there an end.
sole: this shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father: a vengeance on't! there 'tis ; now, sir, this staff is my sister; for, look you, she is as white as a lily, and as small as a wand: this hat is Nan our maid; I am the dog :-no, the dog is himself, and I am the dog,-O, the dog is me, and I am myself: ay, so sc. Now come I to my father; Father, your blessing; now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping; now should I kiss my father; well, he weeps on:-now come I to my mother, (O, that she could speak now!) like a wood woman;-Well, I kiss her;-why there [it.-'tis; here's my mother's breath up and down: now come I to my sister: mark the moan she makes: now the dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears. Enter Panthino.
Val. I would, it were no worse.
Speed. I'll warrant you, tis as well:
Val. I have dined.
Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir: though the cameleon love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat: O, be not like your mistress; be moved, be moved. [ereunt.
SCENE II. VERONA. A ROOM IN JULIA'S HOUSE.
Pro. When possibly I can, I will return.
[giving a ring. Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; here, take you this.
Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.
Pan. Sir Proteus, you are staid for.
Pro. Go; I come, I come:
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.
SCENE III. THE SAME. A STREET.
Enter Launce, leading a dog.
Laun. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping: all the kind of the Launces have this very fault: I have received my proportion like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the sourest-natured dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear: he is a stone, a very pebble-stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog a Jew would have wept to have seen our parting; why, my grandam, having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it: This shoe is my father;-no, this left shoe is my father ;-no, no, this left shoe is my mother; nay, that cannot be so mother;-yes, it is so, it is so; it hath the worser
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?
Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.
Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. [exit. SCENE IV. MILAN. AN APARTMENT AT THE DUKE'S Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. Sil. Servant
Speed. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.
Val. Of my mistress then.
Speed. 'Twere good, you knocked him.
Thu. So do counterfeits.
Thu. What seem I, that I am not?
Thu. What instance of the contrary?
Thu. And how quote you my folly?
Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here; Crab, my dog. 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.
Pan. In thy tail?
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.
Thu. My jerkin is a doublet.
Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly.
Sil. What, angry, Sir Thurio? do you change colour.
Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, than live in your air.
Val. 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. Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them Upon some other pawn for fealty.
Val. You have said, sir.
Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them pri-
Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes.
Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the
Val. Welcome, dear Proteus!-Mistress, I
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.
Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant.
Val. Leave off discourse of disability:
Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else.
Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak
Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time.
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.
Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire Sir Thurio borrows his 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 my father.
Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.
Val. My lord, I will be thankful
Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your country-
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 in-
Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but, if he make this
Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been
Silvia, I speak to you; and you, Sir Thurio:--
I'll send him hither to you presently. [exit Duke.
Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure. [exit Servant. Come, Sir Thurio,
Go with me:~ -Once more, new servant, welcome:
Pro. Your friends are well, and have them
Pro. I left them all in health. [your love?
Val. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now: