Laun. More hair than wit, it may be, I'll prove it: the cover of the falt hides the falt, and therefore it is more than the falt; the hair, that covers the wit, is more than the wit; for the greater hides the lefs. What's next? Speed. And more faults than hairs. Laun. That's monftrous: oh, that that were out! Speed. And more wealth than faults. Laun. Why, that word makes the faults gracious: well, I'll have her; and if it be a match, as nothing is impoffible Speed. What then? Laun. Why then will I tell thee, that thy mafter ftays for thee at the north-gate, Speed. For me? Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou? he hath ftaid for a better man than thee. Speed. And muft I go to him? Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou haft ftaid fo long, that going will scarce ferve the turn. Speed. Why didft not tell me fooner? pox on your love-letters! Laun. Now will he be fwing'd for reading my letter: an unmannerly flave, that will thruft himfelf into fecrets. I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's cor rection. [Exeunt. 1: Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that he will love you. Now Valentine is banish'd from her fight. Thu. Since his exile fhe hath defpis'd me moft, Duke. This weak imprefs of love is as a figure Trenched Trenched in ice, which with an hour's heat How now, Sir Protheus? Is your countryman, Duke. My daughter takes his going heavily. Pro Longer than I prove loyal to your Grace, Duke. Thou know'ft, how willingly I would effect The match between Sir Thurio and my daughter. Pro. I do, my lord. Duke. And alfo, I do think, thou art not ignorant How the opposes her against my will. Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. Therefore it muft, with circumftance, be spoken Duke. Then you must undertake to flander him. Duke. Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage him, Your flander never can endamage him; qan Being intreated to it by your friend. Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it, By aught that I can speak in his difpraise, She fhall not long continue love to him, But fay, this weed her love from Valentine, It follows not, that she will love Sir Thurio. Thu. Therefore as you unwind her love from him, Left it fhould ravel, and be good to none, You must provide to bottom it on me: Which must be done, by praifing me as much you in worth difpraife Sir Valentine. As T Duke. And, Protheus, we dare truft you in this kind, Because we know, on Valentine's report, You are already love's firm votary; And cannot foon revolt and change your mind. " 6 But fay, this weed her love from Valentine, Si huic non dat, te illam uxorem ducere. I Ter. Andr. " Write, "Write, tillayour ink be dry; and with your tears "Moist it again; and frame fome feeling line "That may difcover fuch integrity sonst wo << 7 For Orpheus' lute was ftrung with poet's finews "Whofe golden touch could foften fteel and ftones, "Makerygers tame, and huge Leviathans "Forfake unfounded deeps, to dance on fands I After your dire-lamenting elegies, Vifit by night your lady's chamber window ya To fort fome gentlemen well skill'd in musick; Duke. About it, gentlemen. Pro. We'll wait upon your Grace, 'till after fupper; And afterwards determine our proceedings. Duke Evin now about it. I will pardon you. [Exeunt. 7 For Orpheus' lute was frung with poet's finews.] This fhews Shakespear's knowledge of antiquity. He here affigns Or. pheus his true character of legiflator. For under that of a poet only, or lover, the quality given to his lute is unintelligible. But, confidered as a lawgiver, the thought is noble, and the imag'ry exquifitely beautiful. For by his lute is to be understood his fyftem of laws and by the poet's finews, the power of numbers, which Orpheus actually employed in thofe laws to make them received by a fierce and barbarous people. FEL A Foreft, leading towards Mantua. Enter certain Out-laws. PALLEL W ELLOWS, ftand faft: I fee a paffenger, Enter Valentine and Speed. 3 Out. Stand, Sir, and throw us what you have about you; if not, we'll make you, Sir, and rifle you... Speed. Sir, we are undone; these are the villains, that all the travellers do fear fo much. Val. My friends, I Out. That's not fo, 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 man. Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lofe Of which if you fhould here disfurnith me, 3 Out. Have you long fojourn'd there ? Val. Some fixteen months; and longer might haveA ftaid, If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.start yo I Out. What, were you banish'd thence ?f Ji Val. |