• well, I kiss her; why there 'tis? here's my mo⚫ther's breath up and down: now come I to my fifter: mark the moan fhe makes: now the dog all • this while sheds not a tear, nor fpeaks a word; but fee, how I lay the duft with my tears.

Enter Panthion.

Pant. Launce, away, away, aboard; thy mafter is fhipp'd, and thou art to poft after with oars: what's the matter? why weep'ft thou, man? away, afs, you will lofe 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 unkindeft tide?

Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here; Crab, my dog. Pant. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lofe the flood; and in lofing the flood, lofe thy voyage; and in lofing thy voyage, lofe thy mafter; and in lofing thy mafter, lofe thy fervice; and in lofing thy fervice,- why

doft thou ftop my mouth?

Laun. For fear thou fhould'ft lofe thy tongue.
Pant. Where should I lose my tongue?
Laun. In thy tale.

Pant. In thy tail?

Laun. Lofe the flood, and the voyage, and the mafter, and the fervice, 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 fighs.

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

Laun. Sir, call me what thou dar'ft.

Pant. Wilt thou go?

Laun. Well, I will go.

[Exeunt.

Changes to Milan.

An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.

Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed.

Ervant,

Sil. Serval Miftrefs?

Val.

Speed. Mafter, 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 fad.

Val. Indeed, madam, I feem fo.
Thu. Seem you that you are not?

Val. Haply, I do.

Thu. So do counterfeits.

Val. So do you.

Thu. What feem I, that I am not?
Val. Wife.

Thu. What inftance 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.
Thu. 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 your air.

Val. You have faid, Sir.

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

Val. I know it well, Sir; you always end, ere you begin.

Sil. A fine volly of words, gentlemen, and quickly fhot off.

Val. 'Tis, indeed, madam; we thank the giver. Sil. Who is that, fervant?

Val. Your felf, fweet lady, for you gave the fire; Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyfhip'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.

SCENE V.

Enter the Duke.

Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard befet. 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 meffenger 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 defert, fo well reputed.

Duke. Hath he not a fon?

Val. Ay, my good lord, a fon that well deferves The honour and regard of fuch 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;

O 3

And

And tho' my felf have been an idle truant,
Omitting the fweet 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. Befhrew me, Sir, but if he makes this good,
He is as worthy for an emprefs' 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 wifh'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 fend 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 the hath enfranchis'd them Upon fome other pawn for fealty.

Val. Nay, fure, I think, the holds them pris'ners ftill. Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind, How could he fee his way to feek out you?

Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. Thu. They fay, that love hath not an eye at all. Val. To fee fuch lovers, Thurio, as your felf: Upon a homely object love can wink.

SCENE

Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the gen tleman.

Val. Welcome, dear Protheus: mistress, I befeech

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. Miftrefs, it is: Sweet lady, entertain him To be my fellow-fervant to your ladyfhip.

Sil. Too low a mistress for fo high a fervant, Pro. Not fo, fweet lady; but too mean a fervant, To have a look of fuch a worthy mistress. Val. Leave off difcourfe of disability: Sweet lady, entertain him for your fervant. Pro. My duty will I boaft of, nothing else. Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed: Servant, you're welcome to a worthlefs mistress. ~ Pro. I'll die on him that fays fo, but your self. Sil. That you are welcome?

Pro. That you are worthless.

Enter Servant.

Serv. Madam, my lord your father would speak with you.

Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure: [Exit Serv.] Come, 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.