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The match between sir Thurio and my daughter.
Pro. I do, my lord.
Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant How she
opposes her against my will. Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here.
Duke. Ay, and perversely she persevers so. What might we do, to make the girl forget The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio ?
Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine
Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him.
Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loath to do:
Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord : if I can do it, By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,
1 With the addition of such incidental particulars, as may induce belief.
She shall not long continue love to him.
this weed her love from Valentine, It follows not that she will love sir Thurio.
Thu. Therefore as you unwind her love from him,
have access, Where
confer at large;
Valentine, and love my friend.
sir Thurio, are not sharp enough;
1 As you wind off her love from him, make me the bottom on which you wind it. The housewife's term for a ball of thread wound on a central body, is a bottom of thread.
2 Mould her, like wax, to whatever shape you please. 33 Birdlime.
Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.
Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart: Write, till your ink be dry ; and with your tears Moist it again ; and frame some feeling line, That
may discover such integrity :- 1 For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews; Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones, Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. After your dire-lamenting elegies, Visit by night your lady's chamber-window With some sweet concert: to their instruments Tune a deploring dump ; 2 the night's dead silence Will well become such sweet-complaining grievance. This, or else nothing, will inherit her.3 Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in
love. Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in prac
Duke. About it, gentlemen.
| Such a union of feeling and expression. 2 Mournful elegy. 3 Will obtain possession of her. 4 Choose out.
Pro. We 'll wait upon your grace, till after
supper ; And afterward determine our proceedings. Duke. Even now about it; I will pardon you.
ACT I V.
A forest, near Mantua.
Enter certain OUTLAWS.
1 Out. Fellows, stand fast; I see a passenger. 2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down with
Enter VALENTINE and SPEED. 3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that
If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you.
Speed. Sir, we are undone! these are the villains That all the travellers do fear so much.
Val. My friends, 1 Out. That's not so, sir ; we are your enemies. 2 Out. Peace; we 'll hear him.
3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we; for he is a proper 2 man.
Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose;
i I will excuse you from waiting.
A man I am, cross'd with adversity :
2 Out. Whither travel you ? Val. To Verona. 1 Out. Whence came you? Val. From Milan. 3 Out. Have you long sojourned there? Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might
2 Out. What, were you banish'd thence ?
Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse :
1 Out. Why ne'er repent it, if it were done so. But were you banish'd for so small a fault?
Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom. 1 Out. Have you the tongues ? 1
Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy ; Or else I often had been miserable. 3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat
2 Robin Hood was captain of a band of robbers, and was much inclined to rob churchmen.