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Only deserve my love, by loving him;
Dike. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast ?
Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger All that is inine I leave at thy dispose,
That stays to bear my letters to my friends, My goods, my lands, my reputation ;
And I am going to deliver them Only in lieu thereof, despatch ine hence:
Duke. Be they of much import? Come, answer not, but to it presently;
Val. The tenor of them cloth but signify I am impatient of my tarriance. (Exeunt. My health, and happy being at your court.
Duke. Nay, then no mattcr; stay with me
That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret.
'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought
To match my friend, sir Thurio, lo my daughter. SCENE I.-Milan. An anti-room in the Duke's
Val. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the palace. Enter Duke, Thurio, and Proteus.
Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleDuke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile; We have some secrets to conter about.
Is full of virtue, bounty, wouh, and qualities
(Exit Thurio. Beseening such a wite as your fair daughter: Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will
with me ? Camnot your grace win her t.) fancy him? Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would dis
Duke. No, trust me; she is pecvish, sullen, frocover,
wnrd, The law of friendship bids me to conceal:
Proud, disobedient, stubborn lacking duty; But, when I call to mind your gracious favours Neither regarding that she is my child, Done to me, undeserving as I am,
Nor fearing me as if I were ber father; My duty pricks me on to utter that
Ard, may I say to thee, this pride of hers Which else no worldly good should draw from me. U pon advice, hath drawn my love from her; Know, worthy prince, Sir Valentine, iny friend, And, where I thought the remnant of mine age
This night intends to steal away your daugliter ; Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty, Myself am one made privy to the plot.
I now am full resolv'd to take a wife, I know you have determind to bestow her
And turn lier out to who will ke her in : On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates; Then let her beauty be her welding-dower; And should she thus be stolen away from you, For me and my possessions shu esteems noi. It would be much vexation to your age.
Val. What would your grace have ine to do in Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose
this? To cross my friend in his intended drift,
Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here,
Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor Which to requite, coinmand me while I live.
Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd ;)
l'al. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words;
Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent (A rashness that I ever yet have shunn'd,)
her. I gave him gentle looks; thereby to find
Val. A woman sometimes scoins what best eon That which thyself hast now disclos'd to me.
If she do srown, 'tis not in hate of yon,
But rather to beget more love in you: And thence she cannot be convey'd away. If she do chide, 'tis not to have yon gone; Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a For why, the fools are mad, if leti alone.
Take no repulse, whatever she doih say; How he her chamber-window will ascend, For, gel you gone, she doth not mean, arcay: And with a corded ladder fetch her down; Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ; For which the youthful lover now is gone, Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces. And this way comes he with it presently;
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. It with his tongue he cannot win a woman. But, good my lord, do it so cunningly,
Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her That my discovery be not aimeda at;
friends For love of you, not hate unto my friend,
Unto a youthful gentleman of worth ; Hath made me publisher of this pretence, And kept severely from resort of men,
Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know That no man hath access by day to lier That I had any light from thee of this,
Val. Why then I would resort to her by night. Pro. Adieu, my lord; sir Valentine is coming. Duke. Aye, but the doors be lock'd, and beya
kept safe, (1) Longed for, () Guess (9) Tempted, (4) Guessed, (5) Design,
That no man hath recourse to her by night. Val. And why not death, rather than living Vd. What lets,' but one may enter at her win
To die, is to be banish'd from myself, Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, And built so shelving that one cannot climb it Is self from sell*; a deadly banishment ! Without apparent hüzard of his life.
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? Pal. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by ? cords,
Unless it be to think that she is by,
There is no music in the nightingale ;
There is no day for me to look upon : Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me She is my essence; and I leave to be, that.
If I be not by her fair influence
Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. Tarry I here, I but attend on death;
Enter Proteus and Launce.
Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the
Laun. So-ho! 80-ho! turn ?
Pro. What scest thou? Val. Ay, my good lord.
Laun. Him we go to find; there's not a hait Duke.
Then let me see thy cloak: on's head, but 'uis a Valentine. I'll get me one of such another length.
Pro. Who then ? his spirit?
Val. Neither. I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.
Pro. What then? What letter is this same? What's here- To Silvia ?
Val. Nothing And here an engine fit for my proceeding !
Laun. Can nothing. speak? master, shall I strike ? I'll be so buld to break the seal for once. (reads.
Pro. Whom would'si thou strike 1
Pro. Villain, forbcar.
send them Nying:
Laun. Why, sir, l'll strike nothing: I pray
you, 0, could their master come and go as lighlly,
Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear; friend Valentine, a Himself would lodge, where senseless they are
Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear My herald thoughs in thy prere bosom rest them,
good news While I, their king, that hither thein importune, So much of bad already hath posscss'd them. Do curse the grace that with such grace hath
Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, bless'd them,
For they are harsh, untunable, and bad.
Pro. No, Valentine.
Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia !-be.
Hath she forsworn ine? What's here?
Pro. No, Valentine, Silria, this nigkıl I will en franchise thee :
Val. No Valentine, ir Silvia have forsworn
me! 'Tis so: and here's the ladiler for the purpose. What is your newe? Why, Phaeton (for thou art Merops' son,)
Laun. "Sir, there's a proclamation that you are Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car,
vanish'd. And with thy caring folly burn the world ?'
Pro. That thou art banish'd, O, that's the Wilt thou rearl stars, because they shine on thee?
news; Go, base intru ler! overweening slave. Bestow thy fawning.smiles on equal mates;
From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend,
Val. O, I have fed upon this wo already, And think, my patience, more than thy desert,
And now excess of it will make me surfcit. Is privilege for thy departurc hence:
Doth Silvia know that I ain banish'd ? Tank me for this, more than for all the favours,
Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offord to the doom Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee. But if thou linger in my territories,
(Which, unrevers'l, stands in eflcctual force)
A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears : Innger than swiftest expedition
Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd; Will give thre time to leave our royal court, With them, upon her knees, her humble self; By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love
Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became I ever bore my daughter, or thyself.
thein, De gone, I will not hear thy vain excuse,
As is but now they waxed pale for wo Bui , as thou lov'st thy life, make suced from But neither ber:ded kuces, pure hands held up, beu.ce.
(Ecil Dulc. Sad sighs, drop groans, nor silver-shcdding téars.
Could peneirale her wicompassionale sire; (1) Hinders,
But Valentine, if he be la'cn, must dic.
Ind slaves they are to me, imens Silvia nightly;
Besides, her intercession chal’d him so, grandmother: this proves, that thou canst not read. When she for thy repeal was suppliant,
Speed. Come, fool, corne: try me in thy paper. That to close prison he commanded her,
Laun. There ; and Saint Nicholas? be thy With many bitter threats of 'biding there. speed ! Val. No more; unless the next word that thou Speed. Item, She brews good ale. speak'st,
Laun. And thereof comes the proverb, -BlessHave some malignant power upon my life: ing of your heart, you brew good alc. If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine car,
Spced. Item, She can sew. As ending anthem of my endless dolour.
Lanın. That's as much as to say, Can she so ? Pro. Ccase to lament for that thou canst not Speed. Item, She can knit. help,
Laun. What need a man care for a stock with And study help for that which thou lament'st. a wench, when she can knit him a stock? Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
Speed. Item, She can wash and scour. Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love; Laun. A special virtue; for then she need not Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life. be washed and scoured. Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, Speed. Item, She can spin. And manage it against despairing thoughts. Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels Thy letters may bc here, though thou art hence; when she can spin for her living. Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues. Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.
Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues ; The time now serves not to expostulate: that, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore Come, I'll convey thee through the city-gate ; have no names. And, ere I part with thee, confer at large
Speed. Here follow her vices. Of all that may concern thy love-affairs :
Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues. As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself, Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, in Regard thy danger, and along with me.
respect of her breath. Val, I pray thee, Launce, an is thou seest my Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a boy,
breakfast: read on. Bid him make hastc, and mect me at the north gate. Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth. Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Lan. That makes amends for her sour breath. Val. O my dear Silvia! hapless Valentine ! Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep.
[Exeunt Valentine and Proteus. Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in Laun. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have her talk. the wit to think, my master is a kind of knave: Speed. Item, She is slow in words. but that's all one, if he be but one knave. He Laun. O villain, that set this down among her lives not now, that knows me to be in love: yet I vices! To be slow in words, is a woman's only am in love; but a team of horse shall not pluck virtue: I pray thee, out with't; and place it for that from me; nor who 'tis I lovc, and yet'tis a her chief virtue. woman: but that woman, I will not tell myself ; Speed. Item, She is proud. and yet 'tis a milk-maid: yet ’lis not a maid, for Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, she hath had gossips : yet 'tis a maid, for she is her and cannot be ta'en from her. master's maid, and serves for wages. She hath Speed. Item, She hath no leelh. more qualities than a water-spaniel,—which is Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love much in a bare Christian. Here is the cat-log crusts. (pulling oul a paper) of her conditions. Imprimis, Speed. Item, She is curst, She can fetch and carry. Why, a horse can do Laun. Well; the best is, shc hath no leeth to no more; nay, a horse cannot fetch, but only car- bite. ry; therefore, is she better than a jade. Item, Speed. Item, She will often praise her liqur'. She can milk ; look you, a swect virtue in a maid Laun. Is her liquor be good, she shall: il she with clean hands.
will not, I will; for good things should be praised.
Speed. Item, She is too liberal.;
Laun. Or her tongue she cannot; for that's writ
down she is slow of: of her purse slie shall not; sou Speed. How now, Signior Launce? what news and that I cannot help. Well, proceed?
that I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she may, with your mastership ? Laun. With my master's ship? why, it is at sca. more faulls than hairs, and more wealth than
Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wil, and Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake the faults. Lavin. The blackest 'news that ever thousand not mine, twice or thrice in that last article ?
Laun. Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine, heard'st.
rehearse that once more. Speed. Why, man, how black ?
Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wil,Laun. Why, as black as ink.
Laun. More hair than wit,-it may be; I'll Speed. Let me read them. Laun. Fie on thee, jolt-head; thou canst not therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that
prove it: the cover of the salt hides the salt, and read.
covers the wit, is more than the wit; for the greater Speed. Thou liest, I can. Laun. I will try thce ; tell me this: who begot Speed. And more faults than hairs:
hides the less. What's next? thee?
Laun. That's monstrous: 0, that that were out! Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather. Laun. O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy Laun. Why, that word makes the faults gra
Speed. And more wealth than fauls. (1) Grier. St. Nicholas presided over young scholars.
(3) Licentious in language.
cious :' well, I'll have her: and if it be a match, as By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,
She shall not long continue love to him.
But say, this weed her love from Valentine, Laur. Why, then I will te! thee,-that thy It follows not that she will love sir Thurio. master stays for thee at the north gate.
Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from Speed. For me?
him, Laun. For thee? ay; wno art thou ? he hath Lest it should ravel, and be good to none, staid for a better man than thee.
You must provide to bottom it on me: Speed. And must I go to him?
Which must be done, by praising me as much Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast staid As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine. 80 long, that going will scarce serve the turn. Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this
Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner? 'pox of your love-letters!
(Exit. Because we know, on Valentine's report, Lam. Now will he be swinged for reading my You are already love's firm votary, letter: an unmannerly slave, that will thrust him- And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. self into secrets !-I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's Upon this warrant shall you have access, correction.
(Exit. Where you with Silvia may confer at large;
For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy, SCENE II.-The same. A room in the Duke's Where you may temper her, by your persuasion,
And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you ; palace. Enter Duke and Thurio; Proteus be- To hate young Valentine, and love my friend. hind,
Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect:
But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough; Drike. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love You must lay lime,» to tangle her desires, yol,
By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. Should be full fraught with serviceable vows.
Thu. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most, Duke. Ay, much the force of heaven-bred pocsy. Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me,
Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty That I am desperate of obtaining her.
You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart: Duke. This weak impress love is as a figure Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears Trench’da in ice; which with an hour's heat Moist it again; and framé some feeling line, Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. That may discover such integrity :A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, For Orpheus' lute was strung with poet's sinews; And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.- Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones, Hlow now, sir Proteus ? Is your countryman, Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans According to our proclamation, gone ?
Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. Pro. Gone, my good lord.
After your dire-lamenting elegies, Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously. Visit by night your lady's chamber-window Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that griet. With some sweet concert: to their instruments Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so.— Tune a deploring dump ;* the night's dead silence Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee
Will well become such sweet complaining gricv(For thou hast shown some sign of good desert,) Makes me the better to confer with thee.
This, or else nothing, will inherit her. Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, Duke. This disciplinc shows thou hast been in Let me not live to look upon your grace.
love. Duke. Thou know'st, how willingly I would effect Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in pracThe match between sir Thurio and my daughter. Pro. I do, my lord.
Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver, Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant Let us into the city presently How she opposes her against my will.
To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in music Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. I have a sonnet, that will serve the turn,
Duke. Ay, and perversely she perseveres so. To give the onsct to thy.good advice. What might we do, to make the girl
Duke. Ahout it, gentiemen.
Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine And afterward determine our proceedings.
(Exeunt, Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoke in
hatc. Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it: Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken
ACT IV. By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend.
Enter Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him. SCENE I-A forest, near Mantua. Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do.
certain Out-laws. 'Tis an ill office for a gentleman;
1 Out. Fellows, stand fast: I scc a passenger. Especially,
against his very friend. Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage
2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down
Enter Valentine and Speed.
3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have Pro. You have prevaild, my lord: if I can do it, (1) Gracesul.
(2) Cut. (3) Bird-lime. (4) Mournful elegy, (5) Choose out.
If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you. Love thee as our commander, and our king.
Speed. Sir, we are undone! these are the villains I Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. That all the travellers do fear so inuch.
2 Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we mare Val. My friends,
offer'd. 1 Oul. That's not so, sir ; we are your enemies. Val. I take your offer, and will live with you; 2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him.
Provided that you do no outrages 3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we;
Un silly women, or poor passengers. For he's a proper' man.
3 Oul. No, we detest such vile base practices. Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose; Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews, A man I am, cross'd with adversity:
And show thee all the treasure we have got ; My riches are these poor habiliments,
Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy disposé. Of' which if you should here dissurnish me,
(Eseunt. You take the sum and substance that I have. 2 Out, Whither travel you ?
SCENE II.--Milan. Court of the palace. Eizo Val. To Verona.
ter Proteus. i Oul. Whencc came you? Val. From Milan.
Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, 3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there?
And now I must be as unjust to Thurio. Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might Under the colour of commending him, have staid,
I have access my own love to prefer;. If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.
But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, 1 Out. What, were you banish'd thence ?
To be corrupted with my worthless gilts. Val. I was.
When I protest true loyalty to her, 2 Out. For what offence ?
She twits me with my falsehood to my friend; Val. For that which now torments me torehearse: When to her beauty I commend my vows, I kill'd a man, whose death I inuch repent;
She bids me think, how I have been forsworn But yet I slew him manfully in fight,
In breaking faith with Julia whom I iov'd: Without false vantage, or base treachery.
And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips, 1 Out. Why ne'er repent it, if it were done so: The least whereof would quell a lover's hope, But were you banish'd for so small a fault?
Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom.
The more it grows and fawneth on her still. 1 Out. Have you the tongues ??
But here comes Thurio: now must we to her winVal. My youthful travel therein made me happy; And give some evening music to her ear.
dow, Or else I often had been miserable. 3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar,
Enter Thurio, and musicians. This fellow were a king for our wild faction.
sir Proteus ? are you crept i Out. We'll have him: sirs, a word.
before us Speed. Master, be one of them ;
Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for, you know, that It is an honourable kind of thievery.
love Val. Peace, villain!
Will creep in service where it cannot go. Oul. Tell us this: have you any thing to take Thu. Ay, but, I hope, sir, that you love not here. to?
Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence. Val. Nothing, but my fortune.
Thu, Whom? Silvia ? 3 Oul. Know then, that some of us are gentle- Pro. Ay, Silvia—for your sake. men,
Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentleSuch as the fury of ungovern'd youth
Enter Host, at a distance; and Julia in boy's An heir, and near allied unto the duke.
clothes. 2 Oui. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, Whom, in my mood, * 1 stabb'd unto the heart.
Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're 1 Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as allycholly; I pray you, why is it? these.
Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be But to the purpose-(for we cite our faults,
merry. That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives,)
Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring And, partly, seeing you are beautified
you where you shall hear music, and see the genWith goodly shape; and by your own report
ileman that you ask'd for. A linguist; and a man of such perfection,
Jul. But shall I hear him speak ? As we do in our quality much want;
Host. Ay, that you shall. 2 Ort. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man,
Jul. That will be music. (Music plays Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you:
Host. Hark! hark ! Are you content to be our general ?
Jul. Is he among those ?
Host. Ay: but peace, let's hear 'em.
Who is Silvia? What is she, Jay, ay, and be the captain of us all:
That all our swains commend her ? We'll do thee homage, and he ruld by thee,
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heavens such grace did lend her, (1) Well-looking (2) Languages.
That she might admired be.
(5) Passionate reproaches.