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With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs ; Her true perfection, or my false transgression, For, in revenge of my contempt of love,
That makes me, reasonless, to reason thus? Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, She's fair ; and so is Julia, that I love: – And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow. That I did love, for now my love is thawd; O, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord;
Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, And hath so humbled me, as I confess,
Bears no impression of the thing it was. There is no woe to his correction,
Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold; Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth!
And that I love him not, as I was wont : Now, no discourse, except it be of love ;
O! but I love his lady too, too much ; Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep, And that's the reason I love him so little. Upon the very naked name of love.
How shall I dote on her with more advice 9,
'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,
There is no reason but I shall be blind.
I will not flatter her. If I can check my erring love, I will; Val. O, flatter me; for love delights in praises. If not, to compass her I'll use my skill.
[Erit. Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills; And I must minister the like to you.
SCENE V. - The same. Street.
Enter Speed and LAUNCE.
Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Pro. Except my mistress.
Sweet, except not any; Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for I Except thou wilt except against my love.
am not welcome. I reckon this always — that a Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own?
man is never undone, till he be hanged; nor never Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too :
welcome to a place, till some certain shot be paid, She shall be dignified with this high honour,
and the hostess say welcome. To bear my lady's train ; lest the base earth
Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the aleShould from her vesture chance to steal a kiss,
house with you presently; where, for one shot of And, of so great a favour growing proud,
five-pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower,
But, sirrah, how did thy master part with madam And make rough winter everlastingly.
Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing;
Speed. But shall she marry him? She is alone.
Laun. No. Pro. Then let her alone.
Speed. How then ? shall he marry her ? Val. Not for the world : why, man, she is mine
Laun. No, neither. And I as rich in having such a jewel,
Speed. What, are they broken?
Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish. As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Speed. What an ass art thou! I understand thee not.
Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee, Because thou seest me dote upon my love.
not! My staff understands me.
Speed. What thou say'st ? My foolish rival, that her father likes,
Laun. Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I'll Only for his possessions are so huge,
but lean, and my staff understands me. Is gone with her along; and I must after, For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.
Speed. It stands under thee, indeed. Pro. But she loves you ?
Laun. Why, stand under and understand is all one. Val.
Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match? Ay, and we are betroth'd;
Laun. Ask my dog: if he say, ay, it will; if Nay, more, our marriage hour, With all the cunning manner of our flight,
he say, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say Determin'd of: how I must climb her window;
nothing, it will. The ladder made of cords; and all the means
Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will. Plotted, and 'greed on, for my happiness.
Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber,
me, but by a parable. In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel.
Speed. 'Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, Pro. Go on before; I shall enquire you forth :
how say'st thou, that my master has become a nota
ble lover? must unto the road, to disembark
Laun. I never knew him otherwise.
Speed. Than how?
Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him Val. Will you make haste?
to be. Pro. I will.
[Erit Val. Even as one heat another heat expels,
Speed. Why, thou ass, thou mistakest me. Or as one nail by strength drives out another,
Laun. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant So the remembrance of my former love
thy master. Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover Is it mine eye, or Valentinus' praise,
9 On further knowledge.
Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he Jul. O, know'st thou not, his looks are my soul's burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to
food? the alehouse, so; wilt thou go?
Pity the dearth that I have pined in, Speed. At thy service.
[Ereunt. By longing for that food so long a time.
Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, SCENE VI.
- The same. An Apartment in the Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow, Palace.
As seek to quench the fire of love with words. Enter PROTEUS.
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire ; Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; But qualify the fire's extreme rage, To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn;
Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; Jul. The more thou dam'st it up, the more it burns; And even that power, which gave me first my oath, The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Provokes me to this threefold perjury.
Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear : But, when his fair course is not hindered, O sweet-suggesting' love, if thou hast sinn'd, He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it. Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge At first I did adore a twinkling star,
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage; But now I worship a celestial sun.
And so by many winding nooks he strays, Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken; With willing sport to the wild ocean. And he wants wit, that wants resolved will Then let me go, and hinder not my course : To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better. I'll be as patient as a gentle stream, Fie, fie, unreverend tongue! to call her bad, And make a pastime of each weary step, Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd Till the last step have brought me to my love; With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil“, I cannot leave to love, and yet I do ;
A blessed soul doth in Elysium. But there I leave to love, where I should love. Luc. But in what habit will you go along ? Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose :
Jul. Not like a woman ; for I would prevent If I keep them, I needs must lose myself;
The loose encounters of lascivious men: If I lose them, thus find I by their loss,
Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia.
As may beseem some well-reputed page. I to myself am dearer than a friend;
Luc. Why then your ladyship must cut your hair. For love is still more precious in itself:
Jul. No, girl; I'll knit it up in silken strings, And Silvia, witness heaven, that made her fair! With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots: Shews Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.
To be fantastic may become a youth I will forget that Julia is alive,
Of greater time than I shall show to be. Rememb'ring that my love to her is dead;
But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me, And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,
For undertaking so unstaid a journey? Aiming at Sylvia as a sweeter friend.
I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd. I cannot now prove constant to myself,
Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go not. Without some treachery used to Valentine :
Jul. Nay, that I will not. This night he meaneth with a corded ladder
Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go. To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window; If Proteus like your journey, when you come, Myself in counsel, his competitor ? :
No matter who's displeas’d, when you are gone : Now presently I'll give her father notice
I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal. Of their disguising, and pretended 3 Aight;
Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear : Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine;
A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears, For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter : And instances as infinite of love, But Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross, Warrant me welcome to my Proteus. By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men. Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, Jul. Base men that use them to so base effect! As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! [Erit. But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth :
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ; SCENE VII.–Verona. A Room in Julia's House. His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; Enter Julia and LUCETTA.
His tears pure messengers sent from his heart;
His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. Jul. Counsel, Lucetta; gentle girl, assist me!
Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you come And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee, –
to him! Who art the table wherein all my thoughts
Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that wrong, Are visibly charácter'd and engraved,
To bear a hard opinion of his truth : To lesson me; and tell me some good mean,
Only deserve my love, by loving him ; How, with my bonour, I may undertake
And presently go with me to my chamber, A journey to my loving Proteus.
To take a note of what I stand in need of, Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long.
To furnish me upon my longing 5 journey. Jul. A true devoted pilgrim is not weary
All that is mine I leave at thy dispose, To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps:
My goods, my lands, my reputation; Much less shall she, that hath love's wings to fly:
Only in lieu thereof, despatch me bence : And when the flight is made to one so dear,
Come, answer not, but to it presently; Of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus.
I am impatient of my tarriance.
[Exeunt. Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. · Tempting 2 Confederate. 3 Intended.
* Longed for. 4 Trouble.
SCENE I. - Milan. An Ante-room in the Duke's Duke. Be they of much import?
Val. The tenor of them doth but signify
My health, and happy being at your court.
Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with me a while;
That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret.
[Exit Thurio. 'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter. Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would dis- Val. I know it well, my lord ; and, sure, the match
Were rich and honourable ; besides, the gentleman cover, The law of friendship bids me to conceal :
Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities But, when I call to mind your gracious favours Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter : Done to me, undeserving as I am,
Cannot your grace win her to fancy him? My duty pricks me on to utter that
Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, froWhich else no worldly good should draw from me.
Nor fearing me as if I were her father :
And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers, On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates ; Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her ; And should she thus be stolen away from you, And, where I thought the remnant of mine age It would be much vexation to your age.
Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty, Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose
I now am full resolved to take a wife, To cross my friend in his intended drift,
And turn her out to who will take her in : Than, by concealing it, heap on your head Then let her beauty be her wedding dower ; A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, For me and my possessions she esteems not. Being unprevented, to your timeless grave.
Val. What would your grace have me to do in this? Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care; Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here, Which to requite, command me while I live. Whom I affect; but she is nice and coy, This love of theirs myself have often seen,
And nought esteems my aged eloquence : Haply, when they have judged me fast asleep ; Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor, And oftentimes have purpos’d to forbid
(For long agone I have forgot to court: Sir Valentine her company, and my court:
Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd ;) But, fearing lest my jealous aim 6 might err, How, and which way, I may bestow myself, And so, unworthily, disgrace the man,
To be regarded in her sun-bright eye. (A rashness that I ever yet have shunnid,)
Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words; I gave him gentle looks; thereby to find
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, That which thyself hast now disclos'd to me. More than quick words, do move a woman's mind. And, that thou may'st perceive my fear of this, Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent her. Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested', Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best conI nightly lodge her in an upper tower,
tents her : The key whereof myself have ever kept ;
Send her another ; never give her o'er ;
For scorn at first makes after-love the more.
But rather to beget more love in you :
If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone; For which the youthful lover now is gone,
For why, the fools are mad, if left alone. And this way comes he with it presently ;
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say ; Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away : But, good my lord, do it so cunningly,
Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces : That my discovery be not aim'd 8 at ;
Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces. For love of you, not hate unto my friend,
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, Hath made me publisher of this pretence.9
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her friends That I had any light from thee of this.
Unto a youthful gentleman of worth ; Pro. Adieu, my lord; sir Valentine is coming. And kept severely from resort of men,
[Exit. That no man hath access by day to her. Enter VALENTINE.
Val. Why then I would resort to her by night.
Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock'd, and keys kept Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast ?
safe, Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger That no man hath recourse to her by night. That stays to bear my letters to my friends,
Val. What lets, but one may enter at her window? And I am going to deliver them.
Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; 6 Guess.
And built so shelving, that one cannot cliinb it & Guessed.
Without apparent hazard of his life.
Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of cords, | There is no day for me to look upon :
She is my essence; and I leave to be,
Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive.
Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me that. But, fly I hence, I fy away from life.
Enter PROTEUS and LAUNCE.
Laun. So-ho! so-ho! How shall I best convey the ladder thither?
Pro. What seest thou ? Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it Laun. Him we go to find : there's not a hair Under a cloak, that is of any length.
on's head, but 'tis a Valentine, Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the
Pro. Valentine ? turn?
Val. No. Val. Ay, my good lord.
Pro. Who then ? his spirit ? Duke.
Then let me see thy cloak; Val. Neither. I'll get me one of such another length:
Pro. What then ? l'al. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord. Val. Nothing
Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak?- Laun. Can nothing speak ? master, shall I strike? I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me. — Pro. Whom would'st thou strike? What letter is this same? What's here? — To Silvia. Laun. Nothing. And here an engine fit for my proceeding!
Pro. Villain, forbear. I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. [Reads. Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing : I pray you,— Aly thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly;
Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear : Friend Valentine, a
word. And slaves they are to me, that send them flying: 0, could their master come and go as lightly,
Val. My ears are stopp’d, and cannot hear good
news, Himself would lodge, where senseless they are lying. So much of bad already hath possess'd them. My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them;
Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine While I, their king, that thither them importune,
For they are harsh, untunable, and bad. Do curse the grace that with such grace halh bless'd
Val. Is Silvia dead? them,
Pro. No, Valentine. Because myself do want my servant's fortune :
Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia ! I curse myself, for they are sent by me,
Hath she forsworn me? That they should harbour where their lord should be.
Pro. No, Valentine. , What's here?
Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me!Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee :
What is your news? 'Tis so ; and here's the ladder for the purpose. Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation that you are Why, Phaëton (for thou art Merops' son),
vanish'd. Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car,
Pro. That thou art banished, O, that's the news; And with thy daring folly burn the world ? From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend. Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee? Val. O, I have fed upon this woe already, Go, base intruder! over-weening slave!
And now excess of it will make me surfeit. Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates ; Doth Silvia know that I am banished ? And think, my patience, more than thy desert, Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom, Is privilege for thy departure hence :
(Which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual force,) Thank me for this, more than for all the favours, A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears : Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee. Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd; But if thou linger in my territories,
With them, upon her knees, her humble self; Longer than swiftest expedition
Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became them, Will give thee time to leave our royal court, As if but now they waxed pale for woe: By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, I ever bore my daughter, or thyself.
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears, Begone, I will not hear thy vain excuse,
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire; But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from hence. But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die.
[Exit Doxe. Besides, her intercession chat'd him so, Val. And why not death, rather than live in tor- When she for thy repeal was suppliant, ment?
That to close prison he commanded her, To die, is to be banish'd from myself ;
With many bitter threats of 'biding there. And Silvia is myself ; banish'd from her,
Val. No more ; unless the next word that thou Is self from self; a deadly banishment !
speak'st, What light is light, if Silvia be not seen ?
Have some malignant power upon my life : What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear, Unless it be to think that she is by,
As ending anthem of my endless dolour. And feed upon the shadow of perfection.
Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, Except I be by Silvia in the night,
And study help for that which thou lament'st. There is no musick in the nightingale ·
Time is the nurse and brecder of all good. Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love;
- that thy
Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.
Speed. Item, She is too liberal.? Hope is a lover's staff'; walk hence with that, Laun. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's writ And manage it against despairing thoughts. down she is slow of: of her purse she shall not; for Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence; that I'll keep shut. What's next? Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd
Speed. She has more faults than hairs, — Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.
Laun. That's monstrous : 0, that that were out! The time now serves not to expostulate :
Speed. And more wealth than faults. Come, I'll convey thee through the city gate ; Laun. Why, that word makes the faults graAnd, ere I part with thee, confer at large
cious : Well, I'll have her : and if it be a match, Of all that may concern thy love affairs :
as nothing is impossible, As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself,
Speed. What then? Regard thy danger, and along with me.
Laun. Why, then I will tell thee, Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy, master stays for thee at the north gate. Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north gate.
Speed. For me? Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou ? he hath staid Val. O my dear Silvia! hapless Valentine ! for a better man than thee.
[Exeunt VALENTINE and PROTEUS. Speed. And must I go to him? Laun. I am but a fool, look you ; and yet I have Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast staid the wit to think my master is a kind of a knave : so long, that going will scarce serve the turn. but that's all one, if he but one knave. He lives Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner? plague of that knows me to be in love : yet
(Erit. love ; but a team of horse shall not pluck that from Laun. Now will he be swinged for reading my me; nor who 'tis I love, and yet 'tis a woman : but letter : An unmannerly slave, that will thrust himwhat woman, I will not tell myself,
self into secrets !- I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's
correction. Enter SPEED.
[Erit. Speed. How now, signior Launce ? what news SCENE II. The same. A Room in the Duke's with your mastership?
Palace. Laun. With my master's ship? why, it is at sea.
Enter Duke and THURIO; Proteus behind. Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake the word: What news then in your paper ?
Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love Laun. The blackest news, that ever thou heard'st.
you, Speed. Why, man, how black ?
Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. Laun. Why, as black as ink.
Thu. Since his exíle she hath despised me most, Speed. Let me read them.
Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me, Laun. Fie on thee, jolt-head; thou canst not read.
That I am desperate of obtaining her. Speed. Thou liest, I can.
Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure Laun. I will try thee.
Trenched 3 in ice; which with an hour's heat Speed. Come, fool, come: try me in thy paper.
Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. Laun. There; and saint Nicholas 9 be thy speed! A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, Speed. Imprimis, She can milk.
And worthless Valentine shall be forgot. Laun. Ay, that she can.
How now, sir Proteus? Is your countryman, Speed. Item, She brews good ale.
According to our proclamation, gone? Laun. And thereof comes the proverb. Bless
Pro. Gone, my good lord. ing of your heart, you brew good ale.
Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously. Speed. Item, She can sew.
Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. Laun. That's as much as to say, Can she so ?
Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so. Speed. Here follow her vices.
Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues.
(For thou hast shewn some sign of good desert)
Makes me the better to confer with thee.
Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, her talk.
Let me not live to look upon your grace. Speed. Item, She is slow in words.
Duke. Thou know'st how willingly I would effect Laun. O villain, that set this down among her The match between Sir Thurio and my daughter. vices! To be slow in words, is a woman's only
Pro. I do, my lord. virtue: I pray thee, out with't; and place it for her
Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant chief virtue.
How she opposes her against my will. Speed. Item, She is proud.
Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, What might
we do to make the girl forget
Duke. Ay, and perversely she persévers so. and cannot be ta'en from her. Speed. Item, She hath no teeth.
The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio ? Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine crusts.
With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent ; Speed. Item, She is curst.1
Three things that women highly hold in hate. Laun. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to bite. Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoke in hate. Speed. Item, She will often praise her liquor.
Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it : Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall : if she will Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken not, I will; for good things should be praised.
By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend. 9 St. Nicholas presided over young scholars.
Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him. i Froward.
% Licentious in language,