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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?

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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!

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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.

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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,
Forfworn my company, and rail'd at me,
That I am defperate of obtaining her.

Duke. This weak imprefs of love is as a figure

Trenched

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Diffolves to water, and doth lofe his form.os
A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, sto
And worthless Valentine fhall be forgot.'ms
i Enter Protheus.

How now, Sir Protheus? Is your countryman,
According to our proclamation, gone?
Pro. Gone, my good lord.

Duke. My daughter takes his going heavily.
Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief.
Duke. So I believe; but Thurie thinks not fo.
Protheus, the good conceit I hold of thee,
(For thou haft shown fome fign of good defert)
Makes me the better to confer with thee.

Pro Longer than I prove loyal to your Grace,
Let me not live to look upon 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.
Duke. Ay, and perverfely the perfeveres fo.
What might we do to make the girl forget
The love of Valentine, and love Sir Thurio?
Pro. The best way is to flander Valentine
With falfhood, cowardice, and poor defcent:
Three things that women highly hold in hate.
Duke. Ay, but fhe'll think, that it is fpoke in hate.
Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it:

Therefore it muft, with circumftance, be spoken
By one, whom the esteemeth as his friends

Duke. Then you must undertake to flander him.
Pro. And that, my lord, I fhall be loth to do;
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Efpecially, against his very friend.wid

Duke.

Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage him,

Your flander never can endamage him; qan
Therefore the office is indifferent,

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.

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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.
Upon this warrant, fhall you have access,
Where you with Silvia may confer at large;
For the is lumpish, heavy, melancholy,
And, for your friend's fake, will be glad of you;
Where you may temper her, by your perfuafion,
To hate young Valentine, and love my friend.
Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect,
But you, Sir Thurio, are not fharp enough;
You must lay lime, to tangle her defires,
By wailful fonnets, whofe compofed rhimes
Should be full fraught with ferviceable vows.
Duke. Much is the force of heav'n-bred poefie.
Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty
"You facrifice your tears, your fighs, your heart

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6 But fay, this weed her love from Valentine,
It follows not, that he will love Sir Thurio,
Ridiculum caput. Quafi neceffe fit,

Si huic non dat, te illam uxorem ducere.

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"Write, tillayour ink be dry; and with your tears "Moist it again; and frame fome feeling line "That may difcover fuch integrity

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With fome. fweet confort: to their instrumentsvold
Tunela deploring dumpy the night's dead filence
Will well become fuch fweet complaining grievance.
This, or else nothing, will inherit her. fize
Duke. This difcipline fhews, thou haft been in love.
Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in practice
Therefore, fweet Protheus, my direction-giver,
Let us into the city presently

To fort fome gentlemen well skill'd in musick;
I have a fonnet, that will ferve the turn, outsta
To give the onset to thy good advice.

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.

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A Foreft, leading towards Mantua.

Enter certain Out-laws. PALLEL W
I OUT-LAW.

ELLOWS, ftand faft: I fee a paffenger,
2 Out. If there be ten, fhrink not, but down
with 'em.

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
A man I am, crofs'd with adverfity;
My riches are these poor habiliments,

Of which if you fhould here disfurnith me,
You take the fum and substance that I have.

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