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well, I kiss her; why there 'tis? here's my mother's breath up and down: now come I to my
fifter : 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 duft with my tears.
Enter Panthion. Pant. Launce, away, away, aboard ; thy master is shipp'd, and thou art to post after with oars : what's the matter? why weep'ft thou, man? away, ass, you will lose the tide if you tarry any longer.
Laun. It is no matter if the ty'd were loft, for it is the unkindeft ty'd that ever any man ty’d.
Pant. What's the unkindest tide ?
Pant. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood; and in losing the food, lofe 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't lose thy tongue.
Laun. Lose the flood, and the voyage, and the master, and the service, and 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
Pant. Come, come away, man; I was sent to call
S с E N E
Changes to Milan.
Val. Mistress ?
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
Val. You have said, Sir.
Val. I know it well, Sir ; you always end, ere you begin.
Sil. A fine volly of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off.
Val. 'Tis, indeed, madam ; we thank the giver. Sil. Who is that, servant ?
Val. Your self, 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 fhall 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
SC E N E V.
Enter the 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
Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
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 converst, and spent our hours together ;
And tho' my self have been an idle truant,
Duke. Beshrew me, Sir, but if he makes this good,
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 prefently.
[Exit Duke. Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship, Had come along with me, but that his mistress Did hold his eyes lockt in her cryftal looks.
Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them Upon some other pawn for fealty. Val. Nay, fure, I think, the holds them pris'ners still
. Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind, How could he see his way to seek out you?
Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes.
felf: Upon a homely object love can wink.
Enter Protheus. Sil. Have done, have done ; here comes the gen
tleman. Val. Welcome, dear Protheus: mistress, I beseech
you, 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-fervant to your ladyship.
Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant,
Pro. Not fo, sweet lady ; but too mean a servant, To have a look of such a worthy mistress.
Val. Leave off discourse of disability : Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.
Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else.
Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed: Servant, you're welcome to a worthless mistress. 1;?
Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but your self.:
Sir Thurio, Go with me. Once more, my new fervant, welcome : I'll leave you to confer of home affairs When you have done, we look to hear from you. Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship.
[Exeunt Sil. and Thu.