Obrázky stránek
PDF
ePub

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 ?
Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here ; Crab, my dog.

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.
Pant. Where should I lose my tongue?
Laun. In thy tale.
Pant. In thy tail ?

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

my sighs.

Pant. Come, come away, man; I was sent to call

thee.
Laun. Sir, call me what thou dar'ft.
Pant. Wilt thou go?
Laun. Well, I will go.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

IV.

S с E N E

Changes to Milan.
An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.
Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed.
Sil. Servant,

Val. Mistress ?
Speed. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.
Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.
Speed. Not of you.
Val. Of my mistress then.
Speed. 'Twere good, you knockt him.
Sil. Servant, you are sad.
Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so.
Tbu. Seem you that you are not?
Val. Haply, I do.
Thu. So do counterfeits.
Val. So do you.
Thu. What seem I, that I am not ?
Val. Wise.
Thu. What instance of the contrary ? -
Val. Your folly.
Thu. And how quote you my folly?
Val. I quote it in your jerkin.
Thu. My jerkin is a doublet.
Val. Well then, I'll double your folly.
Tb. How?

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.
Thu. Ay, Sir, and done too, for this time.

your air,

[ocr errors]

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

my father.

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
To any happy messenger from thence.
Duke. Know you Don Anthonio, your countryman ?

Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
To be of worth and worthy estimation ;
And, not without desert, so well reputed.

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

O 3

And tho' my self have been an idle truant,
Omitting the sweet benefit of time,
To cloath mine age with angel-like perfection ;
Yet hath Sir Protheus, 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 compleat in feature and in mind,
With all good grace to grace a gentleman.

Duke. Beshrew me, Sir, but if he makes 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 commendations 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 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.
Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all.
Val. To see fuch lovers, Thurio, as your

felf: Upon a homely object love can wink.

SCENE

[ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small]

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.:
Sil. That you are welcome!
Pro. That you are worthless.

Enter Servant.
Serv. Madam, my lord your father would speak
Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure: [Exit Serv.] Çome,

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.

with you.

[blocks in formation]
« PředchozíPokračovat »