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Val. Go to, sir ; tell me, do you know madam
Silvia ?

Enter Silvia.
Speed. She that your worship loves ?

Speed. O excellent motion ! O exceeding papper ! Val. Why, how know you that am in love? now will he interpret to her.

Speed. Marry, by these special marks. First, you Vul. Madam and mistress, a thousand good. have learned, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms morrows. like a male-content; to relish a love-song, like a Speed, 0, 'give you good even; here's a million Robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like one that had of manners.

[Aside. the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thoulost his A. B. C; to weep, like a young wench sand. that had buried her grandam; to fast, like one that Speed. He should give her interest, and she gives takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; it him. to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter, were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; Unto the secret nameless friend of yours; when you walked, to walk like one of the lions; Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; But for my duty to your ladyship.

[done. when you looked sadly, it was for want of money : Sil. I thank you, gentle servant: 'tis very clerkly and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off; that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you For, being ignorant to whom it goes, my master.

I writ at random, very doubtfully. (pains ? Val. Are all these things perceived in me ? Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much Speed. They are all perceived without you. Val. No, madam ; so stead you, I will write, Val. Without me? they cannot.

Please you command, a thousand times as much : Speed. Without you ? nay, that's certain, for, And yet,without you were so simple, none else would : but Sil. A pretty period ! Well, I guess the sequel ; you are so without these follies, that these follies And yet I will not name it :-?nd yet I care not ;are within you, and shine through you like the And yet take this again ;-and yet I thank you ; water in an urinal ; that not an eye, that sees you, Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more. but is a physician to comment on your malady, Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet. Val. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia ?

(Aside. Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at

Val. What means your ladyship? do you not

like it? Val. Hast thou observed that ? even she I mean. Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ: Speed. Why, sir, I know her not.

But since unwillingly, take them again; Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, Nay, take them. and yet knowest her not?

Val. Madam, they are for you. Speed. Is she not hard favoured, sir ?

Sil. Ay, ay, you writ them, sir, at my request; Val. Not so fair, boy, as well favoured.

But I will none of them; they are for you: Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.

I would have had them writ more movingly. Val. What dost thou know?

Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another. Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well Sil. And when it's writ, for my sake read it over : favoured.

And if it please you, so : if not, why, so. Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but Val. If it please me, madam! what then ? her favour infinite.

Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour. Speed. That's because the one is painted, and And so good morrow, servant. (Erit Silvia. the other out of all count.

Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, Val. How painted ? and how out of count? As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a

Speed. Marry, sir, so painted, to make her fair, steeple! that no man counts of her beauty.

My master sues to her; and she hath taught her Val. How esteemest thou me? I account of her

suitor, beauty.

He being her pupil, to become her tutor. Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed. O excellent device! was there ever heard a better? Val. How long hath she been deformed ? That my master, being scribe, to himself should Speed. Ever since you loved her.

write the letter ? Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her; and Val. How now, sir? what are you reasoning still I see her beautiful.

with yo self? Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her. Speed. Nay, I was rhyming; 'tis you that have Val. Why?

the reason. Speed. Because love is blind. 0, that you had Val. To do what? mine eyes; or your own eyes had the lights they Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia. were wont to have, when you chid at sir Proteus Val. To whom? for going ungartered !

Speed. To yourself : why, she wooes you by a Val. What should I see then ?

figure. Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing Val. What figure ? deformity : for he, being in love, could not see to Specd. By a letter, I should say. garter his hose ; and you, being in love, cannot Val. Why, she hath not writ to me? see to put on your hose.

Speed. What needs she, when she hath made you Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.

jest ? Speed. True, sir; I was in love with my bed : I Val. No, believe me. thank you, you swinged me for my love, which Speed. No believing you indeed, sir : But did makes me the bolder to chide you for yours. you perceive her earnest ?

Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. Vul. She gave me none, except an angry word.

Speed. I would you were set; so, your affection Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter. would cease.

Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend. Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some Speed. And that letter hath she deliver'd, and lines to one she loves.

there an end. Speed. And have you ?

Val. I would, it were no worse. Val. I have.

Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well : Speed. Are they not lamely writ?

val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them;- For often you have writ to her; and she, in modesty, Peace, here she comes.

Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply ;

Or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind

Enter Panthino discover,

Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard ; thy master Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto is shipped, and thou art to post after with oars: her lover.

What's the matter? why weep'st thou, man ? All this I speak in print, for in print I found it.- Away, ass; you will lose the tide, if you tarry any Why muse you, sir? 'tis dinner time.

longer. Val. I have dined.

Laun. It is no matter if the ty'd were lost ; for it Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir; though the (ame- is the unkindest ty'd that ever man ty'd. leon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am Pan. What's the unkindest tide ? nourished by my victuals, and would fain have Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here; Crab, my dog. meat ; 0, be not like your mistress; be moved, be Pan. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood : moved.

[Exeunt. and, in losing the flood, Jose thy voyage; and, in SCENE II.

losing thy voyage, lose thy master, and, in losing Verona. A Room in Julia's

thy master, lose thy service; and, in losing thy serHouse,

vice,-Why dost thou stop my uth? Enter Proteus and Julia.

Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue.

Pan. Where should I lose my tongue ? Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.

Laun. In thy tale. Jul. I must, where is no remedy.

Pan. In thy tail ? Pro. When possibly I can, I will return.

Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner : master, and the service? The tide! Why, man, Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake.

if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my

(Giving a ring. tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; here, take boat with my sighs. you this.

Pan. Come, come away, man; I was sent to Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss. call thee.

Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy; And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day,

Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.

Pan. Wilt thou go? Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,

Laun. Well, I will go.

[Exeunt The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness !

SCENE IV. Milan. An Apartment in the My father stays my coming; answer not;

Duke's Palace. The tide is now : nay, not thy tide of tears ;

Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. That tide will stay me longer than I should :

[Erit Julia.

sil. ServantJulia, farewell.- What! gone without a word ?

Val. Mistress? Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;

Speed. Master, sir Thurio frowns on you. For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it.

Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.

Speed. Not of you.
Enter Panthino.

Val. Of my mistress then.
Pan. Sir Proteus, you are staid for.

Speed. "Twere good, you knocked him. Pro. Go; I come, I come:

Sil. Servant, you are sad.

Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so. Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb.


Thu. Seem you that you are not ?

Val. Haply I do.
SCENE III. The same. A Street,

Thu. So do counterfeits.

Val. So do you.
Enter Launce, leading a Dog.

Thu. What seem I, that I am not ? Laun. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done Val. Wise. weeping ; all the kind of the Launces have this Thu. What instance of the contrary ? very fault: I have received my proportion, like the Val. Your folly. prodigious son, and am going with sir Proteus to Thu. And how quote you my folly ? the Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the Val. I quote it in your jerkin. sourest-natured dog that lives : my mother weeping, Thu. My jerkin is a doublet. my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howl. Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly. ing, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house Thu. How ? in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio ? do you change cur shed one tear; he is a stone, a very pebble-colour? stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog : a Val. Give him leave, madam ; he is a kind of Jew would have wept to have seen our parting; cameleon. why, my grandam having no eyes, look you, wept Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your herself blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you blood, than live in your air. the manner of it: This shoe is my father ;-no, Val. You have said, sir. this left shoe is my father ;- no, no, this left shoe Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time. is my mother ;-nay, that cannot be so neither :- Val. I know it well, sir ; you always end ere yes, it is so, it is so; it hath the worser sole; This you begin. shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, and this sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and my father ; A vengeance on't ! there 'tis i now, sir, quickly shot off. this staff is my sister ; for, look you, she is as white Val.' 'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver. as a lily, and as small as a wand: this hat is Nan, Sil. Who is thit, servant ? our maid; I am the dog :-no, the dog is himself, Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire : and I am the dog,-0, the dog is me, and I am sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's myself; ay, so, so. Now come I to my father ; looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly in your Father, your blessing : now should not the shoe company. speak a word for weeping ; now should I kiss my Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I father ; well, he weeps on :-now come I to my shall make your wit bankrupt. mother, (0, that she could speak now!) like a wood Val. I know it well, sir : you have an exchequer woman ;-well, I kiss her ;--why, there 'tis; here's of words, and, I think, no other treasur to give my mother's breath up and down; now come I to your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, my sister; mark the moan she makes : now the that they live by your bare words. dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more ; here comes word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears.

my father.

Enter Duke.

When you have done, we look to hear from you.

Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship. Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.

(Exeunt Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. Sir Valentine, your father's in good health :

Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence vou What say you to a letter from your friends


[commended. Of much good news?

Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much Val.

My lord, I will be thankful Val. And how do yours? To any happy messenger from thence.


I left them all in health, Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your countryman?

Val. How does your lady ? and how thrives your Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman

love ? To be of worth, and worthy estimation,

Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you; And not without desert so well reputed.

I know, you joy not in a love-discourse. Duke. Hath he not a son ?

Val. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now : Val. Ay, my good lord ; a son, that well deserves I have done penance for contemning love; The honour and regard of such a father.

Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me Dulce. You know him well?

With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, Val. I knew him, as myself; for from our infancy With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs; We have convers'd. and spent our hours together: For, in revenge of my contempt of love, And though myself have been an idle truant,

Love hath chac'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, Omitting the sweet benefit of time,

And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorTo clothe mine age with angel-like perfection ;

O, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord; (Tuw. Yet hath sir Proteus, for that's his name,

And hath so humbled me, as, I confess,
Made use and fair advantage of his days;

There is no woe to his correction,
His years but young, but his experience old; Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth!
His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe;

Now, no discourse, except it be of love;
And, in a word, (for far behind his worth

Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep, Come all the praises that I now bestow,)

Upon the very naked name of love. He is complete in feature, and in mind,

Pro. Enough; I read your fortune in your eye: With all good grace to grace a gentleman.

Was this the idol that you worship so ? Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but, if he make this good, Val, Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint ? He is as worthy for an empress' love,

Pro. No; but she is an earthly paragon. As meet to be an emperor's counsellor.

Val. Call her divine. Well, sir; this gentleman is come to me,


I will not flatter her. With commendation from great potentates;

Val. O, flatter me; for love delights in praises. And here he means to spend his time a-while:

Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills; I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you. [he. And I must minister the like to you. Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been

Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine, Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth; Yet let her be a principality, Silvia, I speak to you: and you, sir Thurio :

Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth. For Valentine, I need not 'cite him to it:

Pro. Except my mistress.

Val. I'll send him hither to you presently. (Exit Duke.

Sweet, except not any : Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship, Except thou wilt except against my love.

Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? Had come along with me, but that his mistress Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks.

Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too: Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchisd them She shall be dignified with this high honour,Upon some other pawn for fealty.

(still. To bear my lady's train ; lest the base earth Val. Nay, sure, I think she holds them prisoners should

from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being And, of so great a favour growing proud, How could he see his way to seek out you? (blind,

Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower, Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. And make rough winter everlastingly. Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all. Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this? Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself;

Val. Pardon me, Proteus: all I can, is nothing Upon a homely object love can wink.

To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing;

She is alone.
Enter Proteus.
Pro. Then let her alone.

(own; Sil. Have done, have done ; here comes the gen

Val. Not for the world : why, man, she is mine tleman.

(seech you, And I as rich in having such a jewel, Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !-Mistress, I be- As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, Confirm his welcome with some special favour.

The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee, If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from. Bec use thou seest me dote upon my love.

Val. Mistress, it is : sweet lady, entertain him My foolish rival, that her father likes,
To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship.

Only for his possessions are so huge,
Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant. Is gone with her along; and I must after,

Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.
To have a look of such a worthy mistress.

Pro. But she loves you ? Val. Leave off discourse of disability :


Ay, we are betroth'd Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant. Nay, more, our marriage hour,

Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else. With all the cunning manner of our flight,

Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed; Determin'd of: how I must climb her window;
Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress. The ladder made of cords; and all the means

Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself. Plotted ; and 'greed on, for my happiness.
Sil. That you are welcome ?

Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber,
No; that you are worthless. In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel.

Pro. Go on before; I shall enquire you forth:
Enter Servant.

I must unto the road, to disembark
Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak Some necessaries that I needs must use;

And then I'll presently attend you.
Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure. (Erit Servant. Val. Will you make haste ?
Come, sir Thurio,

Pro. I will.

(Erit Vab Go with me :-Once more, new servant, welcome: Even as one heat another heat expels, I'll leave you to confer of home affairs;

Or as one nail by strength drives out another,

with you

So the remembrance of my former love

thee, as to go to the ale with a Christian: Wilt Is by a newer object quite forgotten.

thou go? Is it mine eye, or Valentinus' praise,

Speed. At thy service.

[Breunt. Her true perfection, or my false transgression, SCENE VI.-The same. That makes me reasonless, to reason thus?

An Apartment in the

She's fair ; and so is Julia, that I love ;-
That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd;

Enter Proteus.
Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,

Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; Bears no impression of the thing it was.

To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn;
Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold;
And that I love him not, as I was wont :

To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn;

And even that power, which gave me first my oath O! but I love his lady too, too much;

Provokes me to this threefold perjury. And that's the reason I love him so little.

Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear : How shall I dote on her with more advice,

O sweet-suggesting love, if thou hast sinn'd, That thus without advice begin to love her ? "Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,

Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it.

At first I did adore a twinkling star, And that hath dazzled my reason's light;

But now I worship a celestial sun. But when I look on her perfections,

Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken ; There is no reason but I shall be blind.

And he wants wit, that wants resolved will If I can check my erring love, I will;

To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better. If not, to compass her I'll use my skill. [Exit.

Fye, fye, unreverend tongue! to call her bad,
SCENE V.-The same.

Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd
A street.

With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths.
Enter Speed and Launce.

I cannot leave to love, and yet I do;

But there I leave to love, where I should love. Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose : Milan. Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth ; for I if I lose them, thus fird I by their loss,

If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; am not welcome. I reckon this always, that a For Valentine, myself: for Julia, Silvia. man is never undone, till he be hanged; nor never I to myself am dearer than a friend : welcome to a place, till some certain shot be paid, For love is still more precious in itself: and the hostess say, welcome.

And Silvia, witness heaven, that made her fair' Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the alehouse Shews Julia but a swarthy Ethiope. with you presently; where, for one shot of five- I will forget that Julia is alive, pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. Rememb'ring that my love to her is dead ; But, sirrah, how did thy master part with madam And Valentine I'll hold an enemy, Julia ? Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they I cannot now prove constant to myself,

Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend. parted very fairly in jest.

Without some treachery used to Valentine :Speed. But shall she marry him ?

This night, he meaneth with a corded ladder, Laun. No.

To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window ; Speed. How then ? shall he marry her ?

Myself in counsel, his competitor :
Laun. No, neither.
Speed. What, are they broken?

Now presently I'll give her father notice

Of their disguising, and pretended flight; Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish. Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter :

Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine; them ? Laun. Marry, thus ; when it stands well with By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's duli proceeding.

But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross, him, it stands well with her. Speed. What an ass art thou ? I understand thee As thou hast lent me wit te plot this drift! [Exit.

Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, not.

Laun. What a block art thou, that thou can't SCENE VII.-Verona. A Room in Julia's House. not? My staff understands me.

Enter Julia and Lucetta.
Speed. What thou say'st ?
Laun. Ay, and what I do, too: look thee, I'll

Jul. Counsel, Lucetta! gentle girl, assist me! but lean, and my staff understands me.

And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee, Speed. It stands under thee, indeed.

Who art the table wherein all my thoughts Laun. Why, stand under and understand is all one. Are visibly character'd and engrav'd, Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match ?

To lesson me; and tell me some good mean, Laun. Ask my dog : if he say, ay, it will; if he How, with my honour, I may undertake say, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say no- A journey to my loving Proteus. thing, it will.

Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will.

Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps; me, but by a parable.

Much less shall she, that hath love's wings, to fly ; Speed. "Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, And when the flight is made to one so dear, how say'st thou, that my master is become a notable of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus. lover ?

Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. Laun. I never knew him otherwise.

Jul. O, know'st thou not, his looks are my soul's Speed. Than how?

Pity the dearth that I have pined in, [food ? Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him By longing for that food so long a time. to be.

Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest me. Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow,

Laun. Why fool, I meant not thee, I meant thy As seek to quench the fire of love with words. master.

Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire ; Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover. But qualify the fire's extreme rage,

Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to Jul. The more thou dam'st it up, the more it the alehouse, so; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a

burns ; Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian. The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Speed. Why?

Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; Laun. Because thou hast not so much charity in But, when his fair course is not hindered,

He makes sweet musick with the enamel'd stones, But, when I call to mind your gracious favours Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge

Done to me, undeserving as I am, He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ;

My duty pricks me on to utter that And so by many winding nooks he strays,

Which else no worldly good should draw from me. With willing sport, to the wild ocean.

Know, worthy prince, sir Valentine, my friend, Then let me go, and hinder not my course : This night intends to steal away your daughter ; I'll be as patient as a gentle stream,

Myself am one made privy to the plot. And make a pastime of each weary step,

I know, you have determined to bestow her Till the last step have brought me to my love ; On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates ; And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil, And should she thus be stolen away from you, A blessed soul doth in Elysium.

It would be much vexation to your age. Luc. But in what habit will you go along? Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose

Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent To cross my friend in his intended drift, The loose encounters of lascivious men:

Than, by concealing it, heap on your head Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds

Ара of sorrows, which would press you down, As may beseem some well-reputed page.

Being unprevented, to your timeless grave. Luc. Why then your ladyship must cut your hair. Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care ; Jul. No, girl ; I'll knit it up in silken strings, Which to requite, command me while I live. With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots : This love of theirs myself have often seen, To be fantastic, may become a youth

Haply, when they have judg'd me fast asleep ; Of greater time than I shall show to be.

And oftentimes have purpos'd to forbid Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your Sir Valentine her company, and my court: breeches?

(lord, But, fearing lest my jealous aim might err, Jul. That fits as well, as_" tell me, good my And so, unworthily, disgrace the man, “What compass will you wear your farthingale ?" (A rashness that I ever yet have shunn'd,) Why, even that fashion thou best lik'st, Lucetta. I gave him gentle looks; thereby to find Luc. You must needs have them with a cod. That which thyself hast now disclos'd to me. piece, madam.

And, that thou may'st perceive my fear of this, Jul. Out, out, Lucetta ! that will be ill-favour'd. Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested, Luc. A round hose, madam, now's not worth a I nightly lodge her in an upper tower, pin,

The key whereof myself have ever kept ;
Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on. And thence she cannot be convey'd away.

Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a mean
What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly : How he her chamber-window will ascend,
But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me, And with a corded ladder fetch her down;
For undertaking so unstaid a journey ?

For which the youthful lover now is gone,
I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd. (not. And this way comes he with it presently ;

Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go Where, if it please you, you may intercept him.
Jul. Nay, that I will not.

But, good my lord, do it so cunningly,
Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go. That my discovery be not aimed at;
If Proteus like your journey, when you come, For love of you, not hate unto my friend,
No matter who's displeas'd, when you are gone: Hath made me publisher of this pretence.
I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal.

Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know
Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear : That I had any light from thee of this.
A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears,

Pro. Adieu, my lord ; sir Valentine is coming. And instances as infinite of love,

Erit. Warrant me welcome to my Proteus. Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men.

Enter Valentine. Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect ! Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast ? But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth:

Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ;

That stays to bear my letters to my friends,
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; And I am going to deliver them.
His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; Duke. Be they of much import?
His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. Val. The tenor of them doth but signify
Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you come My health, and happy being at your court.
to him!

Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with me a while; Ju. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that I am to break with thee of some affairs, wrong:

That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret. To bear a hard opinion of his truth :

"Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought Only deserve my love, by loving him;

To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter. And presently go with me to my chamber,

Val. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the match To take a note of what I stand in need of,

Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleman To furnish me upon my longing journey.

Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities All that is mine I leave at thy dispose,

Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter : My goods, my lands, my reputation;

Cannot your grace win her to fancy him? Only, in lieu thereof, despatch me hence;

Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, froCome, answer not, but to it presently ;

Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty; (ward, I am impatient of my tarriance. (Ereunt. Neither regarding that she is my child,

Nor fearing me as if I were her father :

And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,

Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her ;

And, where I thought the remnant of mine age SCENE I. Milan.-An Ante-room in the Duke's Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty, Palace.

I now am full resolved to take a wife,

And turn her out to who will take her in :
Enter Duke, Thurio, and Proteus.

Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower;
Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile; For me and my possessions she esteems not.
We have some secrets to confer about.

Val. What would your grace have me to do in this?

[Erit Thurio. Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here, Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy,

Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would dis- And nought esteems my aged eloquence : The law of friendship bids me to conceal : (cover, Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tuto:,

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