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That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, Be gone, I will not hear thy vain excuse, with bis tongue he cannot win a woman. But, as thou lov’st thy life, make speed from hence. Duke. But she, I inean, is promis'd by her friends

[Exit DUKE. liste a youthful gentleman of worth ;

Val. And why not death, rather than living torAd kept severely from resort of men,

ment? That no man hazh access by day to her.

To die, is to be banish'd from myself";
Pel Why then I would resort to her by night. And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her,
Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock'd, and keys kept Is self from self: a deadly banishment !
safe,

What light is light, if Silvia be not seen ?
That no man hath recourse to her by night. What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by ?

vel. What lets, but one may enter at her window? Unless it be to think that she is by,
Dute. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; And feed upon the shadow of perfection.
And bolt so shelving, that one cannot climb it Except I be by Silvia in the night,
Without apparent hazard of his life.

There is no musick in the nightingale ;
Fa. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of cords, Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
Te cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks, · There is no day for me to look upon :
Would serve to scale another Hero's tower, She is my essence; and I leave to be,
So bald Leander would adventure it.

If I be not by her fair influence
Date. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive.
Advise me where I may bave

such a ladder. I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom : Fd. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me Tarry I here, I but attend on death; that.

But, fly I hence, I fly away from life. Duke. This very night; for love is like a child,

Enter PROTEUS and LAUNCE.
That longs for every thing that he can come by.

Fel By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out.
Dute. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone; Laun. So-ho! so-ho!
Hor shall I best convey the ladder thither ?

Pro. What seest thou ?
Fel. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it Laun. Him we go to find : there's not a hair on's
Under a cloak, that is of any length.

head, but 'tis a Valentine. Date. A cloak as long as thine will serve the

Pro. Valentine?

Val. No. F. Ay, my good lord.

Pro. Who then ? his spirit ? Duke. Then let me see thy cloak :

Val. Neither. 11 get me one of such another length.

Pro. What then? Fd. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my

Val. Nothing. lord.

Laun. Can nothing speak ? master, shall I strike ? Drikz. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak ? Pro. Whom would'st thou strike? I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me. - Laun. Nothing What letter is this same? What's here? — To Silvia Pro. Villain, forbear. Asd bere an engine fit for my proceeding!

Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing : I pray you, be sa bold to break the seal for once. [Reads. Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear: Friend Valentine, a Uz terugkis do karbour with my Silvia nightly;

word. and dezes they are to me, that send them flying : Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good and their master come and go as lightly,

news, Honej odd bodge, where senseless they are lying. So much of bad already hath possess'd them. Hy kerald taughts in thy pure bosom rest them; Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, ne I, their king, that thither them importune, For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad. De core the grace that uith such grace hath bless'd Val. Is Silvia dead ? tica,

Pro. No, Valentine. Bersyte myself do want my servants' fortune :

Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia ! I tarse set, for they are sent by me,

Hath she forsworn me? The they should harbour where their lord should be. Pro. No, Valentine. What's here?

Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me ! fieris, this might I will enfranchise thee :

What is your news? "Ts so; and here's the ladder for the purpose.

Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation that you are Was, Phaeton, (for thou art Merops' son,)

vanish'd. Wike theu aspire to guide the heavenly car,

Pro. That thou art banished, O, that's the news ; And with thy daring folly burn the world?

From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend. Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee ? Val. O, I have fed upon this woe already, Go, base intruder! over-weening slave !

And now excess of it will make me surfeit. Bestov thy fawning smiles on equal mates ;

Doth Silvia know that I am banished ? And think, my patience, more than thy desert, Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom, ks privilege for thy departure hence :

(Which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual force,) Tank me for this, more than for all the favours, A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears : Wád, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee. Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd; But if thou linger in my territories,

With them, upon her knees, her humble self; Luger than swiftest espedition

Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became will give thee time to leave our royal court,

them, By learen, my wrath shall far exceed the love As if but now they waxed pale for woe: lera bere my daughter, or thyself.

But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,

Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears, Speed. Imprimis, She can milk.
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire ;

Laun. Ay, that she can.
But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die.

Speed. Item, She brews good ale. Besides, her intercession chaf'd him so,

Laun. And thereof comes the proverb, Bless. When she for thy repeal was suppliant,

ing of your heart, you brew good ale. That to close prison he commanded her,

Speed. Item, She can sew. With many bitter threats of 'biding there.

Laun. That's as much as to say, can she so ? Val. No more ; unless the next word that thou Speed. Item, She can knit. speak'st,

Laun. What need a man care for a stock with a Have some malignant power upon my life:

wench, when she can knit him a stock. If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear,

Speed. Item, She can wash and scour. As ending anthem of my endless dolour.

Laun. A special virtue; for then she need not Pro. Cease to lament for that thou can'st not help, be washed and scoured. And study help for that which thou lament'st.

Speed. Item, She can spin. Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels, Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love; when she can spin for her living. Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.

Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues. Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues; And manage it against despairing thoughts. that, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence : have no names. Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd

Speed. Here follow her vices. Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.

Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues. The time now serves not to expostulate :

Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, in reCome, I'll convey thee through the city gate ; spect of her breath. And, ere I part with thee, confer at large

Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a Of all that may concern thy love-affairs :

breakfast: Read on. As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself,

Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth. Regard thy danger, and along with me.

Laun. That makes amends for ter sour breath.
Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy, Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep,
Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north-gate. Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in

Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. her talk.
Val. O my dear Silvia, hapless Valentine !

Speed. Item, She is slow in words. [Exeunt VALENTINE and PROTEUS. Laun. O villain, that set this down among her Laun. I am but a fool, look you ; and yet I have vices! To be slow in words, is a woman's only virthe wit to think, my master is a kind of knave: but tue: I pray thee, out with't; and place it for her that's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not chief virtue. now, that knows me to be in love: yet I am in love ; Speed. Item, She is proud. but a team of horse shall not pluck that from me; Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, nor who 'țis I love, and yet 'tis a woman : but that and cannot be ta’en from her. woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a milk Speed. Item, She hath no teeth. maid ; yet 'tis not a maid, for she hath had gossips : Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love yet 'tis a maid, for she is her master's maid, and crusts. serves for wages. She hath more qualities than a Speed. Item, She is curst, water-spaniel, — which is much in a bare-christian. Laun. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to bite. Here is the cat-log [Pulling out a paper.] of her Speed. She will often praise her liquor. conditions. Imprimis, She can fetch and carry. Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall : if she Why, a horse can do no more ; nay, a horse cannot will not, I will; for good things should be praised. fetch, but only carry; therefore is she better than a Speed. Item, She is too liberal. jade. Item, She can milk ; look you, a sweet virtue Laun. Of her tongue she cannot ; for that's writ in a maid with clean hands.

down she is slow of: of her purse she shall not;

for that I'll keep shut: now of another thing she Enter SPEED.

may; and that I cannot help. Well, proceed. Speed. How now, signior Launce? what news Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, and with your mastership?

more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults. Laun. With my master's ship? why it is at sea. Laun. Stop there; I'll have her : she was mine, Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake the word: and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article: What news then in your paper ?

Rehearse that once more.
Laun. The blackest news that ever thou heard'st. Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wil,
Speed. Why, man, how black?

Laun. More hair than wit, it may be ; I'll Laun. Why as black as ink.

prove it: The cover of the salt hides the salt, and Speed. Let me read them.

therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that Laun. Fye on thee, jolt-head; thou canst not read. covers the wit, is more than the wit; for the greater Speed. Thou liest, I can.

hides the less. What's next? Laun. I will try thee : Tell me this : Who begot Spreed. Anil more faults than hairs, – thee?

Laun. That's monstrous: (), that that were out! Spreed. Marry, the son of my grandfather.

Speed. And more wealth than faults. Laun. O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy Laun. Why, that word makes the faults gracious: grandmother: this proves, that thou canst not read. Well, I'll have ber: And if it be a match, as nothing

Speed. Come, fool, come : try me in thy paper. is impossible,
Laun. Tlvre; and St. Nicholas be thy speed ! Speed. What then?

lor. Why, then will I tell thee,- that thy Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage ter stays for thee at the north gate.

him, Set For me?

Your slander never can endamage him ; Lar. For thee? ay: who art thou ? he hath Therefore the office is indifferent, id for a better man than thee.

Being entreated to it by your friend. Speed. And must I go to him ?

Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it, Lan. Thou must run to him, for thou hast staid. By aught that I can speak in his dispraise, so long, that going will scarce serve the turn. She shall not long continue love to him. Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner ? 'pox of But say, this weed her love from Valentine, love letters !

[Erit. It follows not that she will love sir Thurio. Lan Now will be be swinged for reading my Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from him, letter: Aa upinanperly slave, that will thrust him- | Lest it should ravel, and be good to none, vil into secrets !- I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's You must provide to bottom it on me: correction,

(Exit. Which must be done, by praising me as much

As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine. SCENE II. - The same. A Room in the Duke's Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind; Palace.

Because we know, on Valentine's report,

You are already love's firm votary, Eniz Dore and THURIO ; Proteus behind.

And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. Dute. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love you, Upon this warrant shall you have access, Nor Valentine is banish'd from her sight.

Where you with Silvia may confer at large; Thy. Since his exíle she hath despis'd me most, For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy, Fesvern my company, and rail'd at me,

And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you; That I am desperate of obtaining her.

Where you may temper her, by your persuasion, Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure To hate young Valentine, and love my friend. Trached in ice; which with an hour's heat

Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect :Disoltas to water, and doth lose his form.

But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough ;
A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,

You must lay lime, to tangle her desires,
And worthless Valentine shall be forgot. - By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes
How nor, si Proteus ? Is your countryman, Should be full fraught with serviceable vows.
According to our proclamation, gone ?

Duke. Ay, much the force of heaven-bred poesy. Pra, Gone, my good lord.

Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty Dutz. My daughter takes his going grierously. You sacrifice your teafs, your sighs, your heart, Price A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. Write till your ink be dry; and with your tcars

Dute. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so. Moist it again ; and frame some feeling line,
Preters, the good conceit I hold of thee,

That may discover such integrity : (Far thou hast shown some sign of good desert,) For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews; Makes me the better to confer with thee..

Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,
Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans
La me bot live to look upon your grace.

Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.
Debe. Thou know'st, how willingly I would effect After your dire lamenting elegies,
The snatch between sir Thurio and my daughter. Visit by night your lady's chamber-window,
Pru. I do, my lord.

With some sweet concert: to their instruments Dakt. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant Tune a deploring dump; the night's dead silence How she opposes ber against my will.

Will well become such sweet complaining grievance. Pe She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. This, or else nothing, will inherit her.

Duke. Ay, and perversely she persévers so.. Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in What might we do, to make the girl forget

love. The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio ?

Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in practice:
Pro The best way is, to slander Valentine Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver,
Tith fablood, cowardice, and poor descent ; Let us into the city presently
There things that women highly hold in hate. To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in musick:

Date Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoke in hate. I have a sonnet that will serve the turn,
Pro Ay, if his enemy deliver it :

To give the onset to thy good advice.
Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken Duke. About it, gentlemen.
By 04, whoan she esteemeth as his friend.

Pro. We'll wait upon your grace, till after supper;
Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him. And afterward deterrnine our proceedings.
Pri. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do: Duke. Even now about it; I will pardon you.
'lis in ill office for a gentleman;

[Ricart. Especially, against his very friend.

.

D

ACT IV.

about you ;

SCENE I. - A Forest, near Mantua. That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives,)

And, partly, seeing you are beautified
Enter certain Out-laws.

With goodly shape ; and by your own report 1 Out. Fellows, stand fast; I see a passenger. A linguist; and a man of such perfection, 2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down As we do in our quality much want;with 'em.

2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man,

Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you :
Enter VALENTINE and SPEED.

Are you content to be our general ? 3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have To make a virtue of necessity,

And live, as we do, in this wilderness ? If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you.

3 Out. What say'st thou ? wilt thou be of our Speed. Sir, we are undone ! these are the villains

eonsórt ? That all the travellers do fear so much.

Say, ay, and be the captain of us all : Val. My friends,

We'll do thee homage, and be rul'd by thee, 1 Out. That's not so, sir ; we are your enemies. Love thee as our commander, and our king. 2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him.

1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. 3 Dut. Ay, by my beard, will we;

2 Ort. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have For he's a proper man.

offer'd. Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to Val. I take your offer, and will live with you; lose ;

Provided that you do no outrages A man I am, crossed with adversity :

On silly women, or poor passengers. My riches are these poor habiliments,

3 Out. No, we detest such vile base practices. Of which if you should here disfurnish me, Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews, You take the sum and substance that I have. And shew thee all the treasure we have got ; 2 Out. Whither travel you ?

Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. Val. To Verona.

[Exeunt. 1 Out. Whence came you? Val. From Milan.

SCENE II. - Milan. Court of the Palace. 3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there? Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might

Enter PROTEUS. have staid,

Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, lf crooked fortune had not thwarted me.

And now I must be as unjust to Thurio. 1 Out. What, were you banish'd thence ? Under the colour of commending him, Val. I was.

I have access my own love to prefer ; 2 Out. For what offence ?

But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, Val. For that which now torments me to re To be corrupted with my worthless gifts. bearse :

When I protest true loyalty to her, I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent ; She twits me with my falshood to my friend : But yet I slew him manfully in fight,

When to her beauty I commend my vows, Without false vantage, or base treachery.

She bids me think, how I have been forsworn 1 Out. Why, ne'er repent it, if it were done so: In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov'd: But were you banish'd for so small a fault? And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips,

Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom. The least whereof would quell a lover's hope, 1 Out. Have you the tongues ?

Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy; The more it grows, and fawneth on her still. Or else I often had been miserable.

But here comes Thurio: now must we to her window, 3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat And give some evening musick to her ear.

friar, This fellow were a king for our wild faction.

Enter Thurio and Musicians. 1 Out. We'll have him ; sirs, a word.

Thu. How now, sir Proteus ? are you crept ben Speed. Master, be one of them;

fore us? It is an honourable kind of thievery.

Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for, you know, that Val. Peace, villain !

love 2 Out. Tell us this: Have you any thing to take to? | Will creep in service where it cannot go. Val. Nothing, but my fortune.

Thu. Ay, but, I hope, sir, that you love not hero. 3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentle Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence.

Thu. Whom? Silvia ? Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth

Pro. Ay, Silvia, - for your sake. Thrust from the company of awful men:

Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemer, Myself was from Verona banish'd,

Let's tune, and to it lustily awhile.
For practising to steal away a lady,
An heir, and near allied unto the duke.

Enter Host, at a distance; and Julia in boy's clothes. 2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, Host. Now, my young guest ! methinks you're Whom, in my mood, I stabb’d unto the heart. allycholly ; I pray you, why is it?

i Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as these, Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. But to the purpose, -(for we cite our faults, Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you

men,

where you shall bear musick, and see the gentleman Pro.

That I may compass yours. that you ask'd for.

Si. You have your wish; my will is even this, Jl. But shall I hear him speak ?

That presently you hie you home to bed. Hest. Ay, that you shall.

Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man! H. That will be musick. (Musick plays. Think'st thou, I am so shallow, so conceitless, Hast. Hark! hark !

To be seduced by thy flattery, Jul Is he among these ?

That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows ? Hatte ay: but peace, let's hear 'em.

Return, return, and make thy love amends.

For me, -by this pale queen of night I swear,
SONG.

I am so far from granting thy request,
Was is Silvia ? what is she,

That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit ;
That all our swains commend her?

And by and by intend to chide myself,
Hely, fair, and wise is she,

Even for this time I spend in talking to thee.
The heavens such grace did lend her,

Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady ;

But she is dead.
That she might admired be.

Jul. 'Twere false, if I should speak it;
I she kind, as she is fair?

For, I am sure, she is not buried.

[Aside. For beauty lives with kindness :

Si. Say, that she be ; yet Valentine, thy friend,
Lote doth ta her eyes repair,

Survives ; to whom, thyself art witness,
To help him of his blindness ;

I am betroth'd : And art thou not asham'd
And, being help'd, inhabits there.

To wrong him with thy importúnacy?
Thea to Sikia let us sing,

Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead,
That Silvia is ercelling;

Sil. And so, suppose, am I; for in his grave
She excels each mortal thing,

Assure thyself, my love is buried.
Upon the dul eurth dwelling:

Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.
To ker let us garlands bring.

Si. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence;

Or, at the least, in her's sepulchre thine. Host. How now? are you sadder than you were Jul. He heard not that.

[Aside. before?

Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, How do you, man ? the musick likes you not. Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love, JL. You mistake; the musician likes me not. The picture that is hanging in your chamber; Hast. Why, my pretty youth?

To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep: Jud. He plays false, father.

For, since the substance of your perfect self Hast. How? out of tune on the strings ? Is else devoted, I am but a shadow;

Jul. Not 60; but yet so false that he grieves my And to your shadow I will make true love, Fery beart-strings.

Jul. If 'twere a substance, you would, sure, deKat. You have a quick ear.

ceive it, Jal. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me have And make it but a shadow, as I am. (Aside. 1 slow heart.

Si. I am very loth to be your idol, sir ; Hast. I perceive, you delight not in musick. But, since your falshood shall become you well Jd. Not a whit, when it jars so.

To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, Hast. Hark, what fine change is in the musick ! Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it: Jual. Ay; that change is the spite.

And so, good rest. Hut. You would have them always play but one

As wretches have o'er-night,

That wait for execution in the morn. 2. I would always have one play but one thing.

(Exeunt Proteus; and Silvia, from above. But, host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on, often Jul. Host, will you go? restat unto this gentlewoman ?

Host. By my hallidom, I was fast asleep. Hast. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, Jul. Pray you, where lies sir Proteus ? be loved her out of all nick.

Host. Marry, at my house : Trust me, I think, H. Where is Launce?

'tis almost day. Host. Gone to seek his dog ; which, to-morrow, Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night by his master's command, he must carry for a present That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest. to his lady.

[Exeunt. Jal. Peace! stand aside! the company parts. Pre. Sir Thurio, fear not you!. I will so plead,

SCENE III. - The same.
Tzat you shall say, my cunning drift excels.
Tare. Where meet we?

Enter EGLAMOUR.
Pre. At saint Gregory's well.

Egl. This is the bour that madam Silvia Tkz. Farewell. (Exeunt Thurio and Musicians. Entreated me to call, and know her mind ; SILVIA appears above, at her window.

There's some great matter she'd employ me in. —

Madam, madam! Pre. Madarn, good even to your ladyship. $1. I thank you for your musick, gentlemen':

Silvia appears above, at her window. Who is that, that spake?

$. Who calls ? Pro. One, Lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, Egl.

Your servant, and your niena; You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice. One that attends your ladyship's command. 9. Sur Proteus, as I take it.

Su. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-morrow Pre Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself. 2. What is your will ?

According to your ladyship's impose,

Pre

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