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Knowing that tender youth is foon fuggefted,
I nightly lodge her in an upper tower,
The key whereof myself have ever kept;
And thence the cannot be convey'd away.

Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a mean How he her chamber-window will afcend, And with a corded ladder fetch her down; For which the youthful lover now is gone, we nog And this way comes he with it presently: Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. But, good my lord, do it fo cunningly,

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Pro. Adieu, my lord: Sir Valentine is coming.W fre [Exit Pro,

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Enter Valentine.

Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away fo faft?

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And I am going to deliver them.

Duke. Be they of much import?

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Val. The tenour of them doth but fignified My health, and happy being at your court.

Duke. Nay then, no matter; ftay with me a while

I am to break with thee of fome affairs,

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That touch me near wherein thou must be fecrét, a
'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have fought or bra
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Val. I know it well, my lordland, fure, the match
Were rich and honourable; befides, the gentleman
Is full of virtue, sbounty, worth, and qualities br3,
Befeeming fuch a wife as your fair daughter, gewon
Cannot your Grace win her to fancy him? vigor (
Duke. No, truft me; fhe is peevish, fullen, froward,
Proud, difobedient, ftubborn, lacking duty
Neither regarding that fhe is my child,
Nor fearing me as if I were her father:
And may I fay to thee, this pride of hers,

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And, where I thought the remnant of mine aged
Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty,
I now am full resolv'd to take a wife,

And turn her out to who will take her in :
Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower
For me, and my poffeffions, fhe esteems not,
Val. What would your Grace have me to do in this?
Duke. There is a lady, Sir, in Milan here,
Whom I affect, but he is nice and coy,
And nought efteems my aged eloquence:
Now therefore would I have thee to my tutor;
(For long agone I have forgot to court;
Befides, the fashion of the time is chang'd,)

How, and which way, I may bestow my felf,
To be regarded in her fun-bright eye.

Val. Win her with gifts, if the refpects not words

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More than quick words, do move a woman's mind.
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Send her another; never give her o'er;
For fcorn at firft makes after-love the more..
If the do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
But rather to beget more love in you :
If fhe do chide, 'tis not to have you gone;
For why, the fools are mad if left alone.
Take no repulfe, whatever the doth fay,
For, get you gone, the doth not mean away:
Flatter, and praife, commend, extol their graces
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Duke. But the, I mean, is promis'd by her friends Unto a youthful gentleman of worth, And kept feverely from refort of men, That no man hath accefs by day to her.

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Val. Why then I would refort to her by night. Duke. Ay, but the doors be lockt, and keys kept fafe, That no man hath recourfe to her by night.

Val. What lets, but one may enter at her Window Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground, And built fo fhelving, that one cannot climb it Without apparent hazard of his life.

Val. Why then a ladder quaintly made of cordsy W To caft up, with a pair of anchoring hooks, Would ferve to scale another Hero's tower;

So bold Leander would adventure it.

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Advise me where I may have fuch a ladder.
Val. When would you ufe it? pray, Sir, tell me that.
Duke. This very night; for love is like a child,

That longs for ev'ry thing that he can come by.

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Val. By feven a clock I'll get you fuch a ladder. Duke. But hark thee: I will go to her alone; How fhall I best convey the ladder thither?

Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it Under a cloak that is of any length.

Duke. A cloak as long as thine will ferve the turn?
Val. Ay, my good lord.

Duke. Then let me fee thy cloak

I'll get me one of fuch another length.

Val, Why, any cloak will ferve the turn, my lord.
Duke. How fhall I fafhion me to wear a cloak?
I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.
What letter is this fame? what's here? To Silvia?
And here an engine fit for my proceeding?

I'll be fo bold to break the feal for once. [Duke reads.
My thoughts do barbour with my Silvia nightly,
And faves they are to me, that fend them flying:
Ob, could their mafter come and go as lightly,"
Himfelf would lodge, where fenfelefs they are lying:
My herald thoughts in thy pure bofom reft them,
While I, their King, that thither them importune,
Do curfe the grace, that with fuch grate bath bleft them,
Because my felf do want my fervants' fortune;

I curfe my felf, for they are fent by me,

That they should barbour, where their lord would be. What's here? Silvia, this night will I enfranchise thees 'Tis fo, and here's the ladder for the purpose.

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Wilt thou afpire to guide the heavenly car,
And with thy daring folly burn the world?
Wilt thou reach ftars, because they fhine on thee?
Go, bafe intruder! over-weening flave!
Beftow thy fawning fimiles on equal mates;
And think, my patience, more than thy defert,

2 Why, Phaeton, for thou art MEROPS' SON,

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Thank me for this, more than for all the favours,
Which, all too much, I have beftow'd on thee:
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Longer than swifteft expedition

Will give thee time to leave our royal court,
By heav'n, my wrath fhall far exceed the love,
I ever bore my daughter or thy felf

Be gone, I will not hear thy vain excufe,

But as thou lov'st thy life, make fpeed from hence.

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III.

[Exit.

Val. And why not death, rather than living torment! To die, is to be banifh'd from my felf: And Silvia is my felf, banifh'd from her, • Is felf from felf: a deadly banishment! • What light is light, if Silvia be not feen? • What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by? • Unless it be to think, that the is by • And feed upon the fhadow of perfection. • Except I be by Silvia in the night, There is no mufick in the nightingale; • Unless I look on Silvia in the day, There is no day for me to look upon: She is my effence, and I leave to be, If I be not by her fair influence Fofter'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive. I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom; Tarry I here, I but attend on death But fly I hence, I fly away from life.

Enter Protheus and Launce. JOGAW

Pro, Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out.

Laun. So-ho! fo-ho!

Pro. What feelt thou?

Loun. Him we go to find

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