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(For long agone I have forgot to court:

But if thou linger in my territories,
Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd ;) Longer than swiftest expedition
How, and which way, I may bestow myself, Will give thee time to leave our royal court,
To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.

By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love
Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words; I ever bore my daughter, or thyself.
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,

Be gone, I will not hear thy vain excuse, More than quick words, do move a woman's mind. But, as thou lov’st thy life, make speed from hence. Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent

(Brit Duke. her.

(tents her: Val. And why not death, rather than living tor. Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best con- To die, is to be banish'd from myself ; (ment ? Send her another; never give her o'er ;

And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, For scorn at first makes after-love the more. Is self from self: a deadly banishment ! If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,

What light is light, if Silvia be not seen ? But rather to beget more love in you :

What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by ? If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone;

Unless it be to think that she is by, For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.

And feed upon the shadow of perfection.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say:

Except I be by Silvia in the night,
For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away: There is no musick in the nightingale;
Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces; Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces. There is no day for me to look upon :
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, She is my essence; and I leave to be,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. If I be not by her fair influence

Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her friends Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive.
Unto a youthful gentleman of worth;

I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom :
And kept severely from resort of men,

Tarry I here, I but attend on death; That no man hath access by day to her.

But, fly I hence, I fly away from life. Val. Why then I would resort to her by night.

Enter Proteus and Launce. Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock'd, and keys kept safe,

Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. That no man hath recourse to her by night.

Laun. So-ho! so-ho!
Val. What lets, but one may enter at her window ? Pro. What seest thou ?

Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; Laun. Him we go to find : there's not a hair on's
And built so shelving, that one cannot climb it head, but 'tis a Valentine.
Without apparent hazard of his life.

Pro. Valentine ?
Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of cords, Vul. No.
To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks,

Pro. Who then ? his spirit?
Would serve to scale another Hero's tower,

Val. Neither. So bold Leander would adventure it.

Pro. What then ?
Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Val. Nothing
Advise me where I may have such a ladder. Laun. Can nothing speak? master, shall I strike?

Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me that. Pro. Whom would'st thou strike?
Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, Laun. Nothing.
That longs for every thing that he can come by. Pro. Villain, forbear.

Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing : I pray you,

Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone ; Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear: Friend Valentine, a How shall I best convey the ladder thither?


(news, Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good Under a cloak, that is of any length.

So much of bad already hath possess'd them. Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn.

Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, Val. Ay, my good lord.

For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad. Duke. Then let me see thy cloak:

Val. Is Silvia dead? I'll get me one of such another length.

Pro. No, Valentine. Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord. Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia ! Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak ? _Hath she forsworn me ? I pray thée, let me feel thy cloak upon me. Pro. No, Valentine. What letter is this same? What's here?--To Silvia ? Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me! And here an engine fit for my proceeding!

What is your news?

(vanish'd. I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. [Reads. Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation that you are My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly; P10. That thou art banished, 0, that's the news;

And slaves they are to me, that send them flying: From hence, from silvia, and from me thy friend. 0, could their master come and go as lightly,

Val. O, I have fed upon this woe already, Himself would lodge, where senseless they are lying. And now excess of it will make me surfeit. My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them;

Doth Silvia know that I am banished ? While 1, their king, that thither them importune, Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom, Do curse the grace that with such grace hath bless'a (Which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual force,) them,

A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears : Because myself do want my servant's fortune : Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd ; I curse myself, for they are sent by me,

With them, upon her knees, her humble self; That they should harbour where their lord should be. Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became What's here?

As it but now they waxed pale for woe : (them, Silvia, this night I will en franchise thee :

But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, 'Tis so; and here's the ladder for the purpose.- Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears, Why, Phæton, (for thou art Merop's son,)

Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire;
Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car, But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die.
And with thy daring foliy burn the world Besides, her intercession chaf'd him so,
Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee? When she for thy repeal was suppliant,
Go, base intruder ! over.weening slave!

That to close prison he commanded her,
Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates ; With many bitter threats of 'biding there. (speak'st,
And think, my patience, more than thy desert, Val. No more ; unless the next word that thou
Is privilege for thy departure hence :

Have some malignant power upon my life: Thank me for this, more than for all the favours, If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear, Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee. As ending anthem of my endless dolour.

Pro. Cease to lament for that thou can'st not Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a
And study help for that which thou lament'st. (help, breakfast : Read on.
Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth.
Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love; Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath.
Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.

Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep. Hope is a lover's staff'; walk hence with that, Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in And manage it against despairing thoughts. her talk. Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence : Speed. Item, She is slow in nords. Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd

Laun. O villain, that set this down among her Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.

vices ! To be slow in words, is a woman's only vir. The time now serves not to expostulate:

tue: I pray thee, out with't; and place it for her Come, I'll convey thee through the city gate; chief virtue. And, ere I part with thee, confer at large

Speed. Item, She is proud. Of all that may concern thy love-affairs :

Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself, and cannot be ta'en from her. Regard thy danger, and along with me.

Speed. Item, She hath no teeth.
Pal. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy, Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love
Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north-gate. crusts.

Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Speed, Item, She is curst.
Val. O my dear Silvia, hapless Valentine!

Laun. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to bite. [Exeunt Valentine and Proteus. Speed. She will often praise her liquor. Laun. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall : if slie the wit to think, my master is a kind of knave : but will not, I will; for good things should be praisod. that's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not Speed. Item, She is too liberal. now, that knows me to be in love : yet I am in love; Laun. Of her tongue she cannot ; for that's writ but a team of horse shall not pluck that from me; down she is slow of : of her purse she shall not ; nor he who 'tis I love, and yet 'tis a woman : but for that I'll keep shut: now of another thing she that woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a may; and that I cannot help. Well, proceed. milk-maid; yet 'tis not a maid, for she hath had Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, and gossips : yet 'tis a maid, for she is her master's maid, more faults than hairs: and more wealth thun faults. and serves for wages. She hath more qualities Laun. Stop there ; I'll have her : she was mine, than a water-spaniel,-which is much in a bare- and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article: christian. Here is the cat-log (Pulling out a paper.) Rehearse that once more. of her conditions. Imprimis, She can fetch and car- Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, ry. Why, a horse can do no more; nay, a horse Laun. More hair than wit,-it may be ; l'll prove cannot fetch, but only carry; therefore is she bet-it: The cover the salt hides the salt, and there. ter than a jade. Item, she can milk : look you, a fore it is more than the salt; the hair that covers sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands.

the wit, is more than the wit; for the greater hides Enter Speed.

the less. What's next?

Speed. And more faults than hairs, Speed. How now, signior Launce? what news Laun. That's monstrous: 0, that that were out! with your mastership?

Speed.-- And more mealth than faults. Laun. With my master's ship? why it is at sea. Laun. Why, that word makes the faults gracious :

Speed. Well, your old vice still ; mistake the Well, I'll have her: And if it be a match, as nothing word : What news then in your paper ?

is impossible, Laun. The blackest news that ever thou heard'st. Speed. What then ? Speed. Why, man, how black?

Laun. Why, then will I tell thee,-that thy masLaun. Why as black as ink.

ter stays for thee at the north gate. Speed. Let me read them.

Speed. For me? Laun. Fye on thee, jolt-head; thou canst not read. Laun. For thee? ay: who art thou ? he hath Speed. Thou liest, I can.

staid for a better man than thee. Laun. I will try thee: Tell me this: Who begot Speed. And must I go to him? thee?

Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast staid Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather. so long, that going will scarce serve the tum.

Laun. O illiterate loiterer ! it was the son of thy Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner ? 'pox of grandmother : this proves, that thou canst not read your love letters !

[Erit. Speed. Come, fool, come: try me in thy paper. Laun. Now will he be swinged for reading my Laun. There; and St. Nicholas be thy speed ! letter : An unmannerly slave, that will thrust him. Speed. Imprimis, She can milk.

self into secrets —I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's Laun. Ay, that she can.


[Exit. Speed. Item, She brews good ale.

Laun. And therefore comes the proverb -Bless- SCENE II.- The same. A Room in the Dute's ing of your heart, you brew good ale.

Palace. Speed. Item, She can sew.

Enter Duke and Thurio'; Proteus behind. Laun. That's as much as to say, can she so ? Speed. Item, She can knit.

Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love Laun. What need a man care for a stock with a Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. (you, vench, when she can knit him a stock.

Thu. Since his exile she hath despisd me most, Speed. Item, She can wash and scour.

Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me, Laun. A special virtue; for then she need not That I am desperate of obtaining her. be washed and scoured.

Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure Speed. Item. She can spin.

Trenched in ice; which with an hour's heat Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels, Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. when she can spin for her living.

A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues. And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.

Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues ; How now, sir Proteus ? Is your countryman, that, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore According to our proclamation, gone ? have no names.

Pro. Gone, my good lord. Speed. Here follon her vices.

Duke. My daughter takes his going grierously. Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues.

Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, in re- Duke. So I believe ; but Thurio thinks not so.spect of her breath.

Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee,

(For thou hast shown some sign of good desert,)
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.

SCENE I.-A Forest, near Mantua.
Duke. Thou know'st, how willingly I would effect

Enter certain Outlaws.
The match between sir Thurio and my daughter.
Pro. I do, my lord.

1 Out. Fellows, stand fast ; I see a passenger.
Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant

2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down
How she opposes her against my will.

with 'em.
Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here.

Enter Valentine and Speed.
Duke. Ay, and perversely she perse vers so.
What might we do, to make the girl forget

3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have
The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio ?

about you;
Pro. The best way is, to slander Valentine If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you.
With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent; Speed. Sir, we are undone! these are the villain's
Three things that women highly hold in hate.

That all the travellers do fear so much.
Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoken in Val. My friends,
Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it :

[hate. 1 Out. That's not so, sir; we are your enemies.
Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken 2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him.
By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend.

3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we;
Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him. For he's a proper man.

Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do: Val, Then know, that I have little wealth to
Tis an ill office for a gentleman;

A man I am, crossed with adversity : (lose;
Especially, against his very friend.

My riches are these poor habiliments,
Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage of which if you ghould here disfurnish me,
Your slander never can endamage him; [him, You take the sum and substance that I have.
Therefore the office is indifferent,

2 Out. Whither travel you ?
Being en treated to it by your friend.

Val. To Verona.
Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it,

1 Out. Whence came you?
By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,

Val. From Milan.
She shall not long continue love to him.

3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there?
But say, this weed her love from Valentine,

Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might
It follows not that she will love sir Thurio.

have staid,
Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.
Lest it should ravel, and be good to none,

[him, 1 Out. What, were you banish'd thence ?
You must provide to bottom it on me:

Val. I was.
Which must be done, by praising me as much

2 Out. For what offence ?

[hearse :
As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine.

Val. For that which now torments me to re.
Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent;
Because we know, on Valentine's report, [kind; But yet I slew him manfully in fight,
You are already love's firm votary,

Without false vantage, or base treachery.
And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. 1 Out. Why, ne'er repent it, if it were done so.
Upon this warrant shall you have access,

But were you banish'd for so small a fault ?
Where you with Silvia may confer at large;

Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom.
For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy,

1 Out. Have you the tongues ?
And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you ; Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy;
Where you may temper her, by your persuasion,

Or else I often had been miserable.
To hate young Valentine, and love my friend. 3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat

Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect :- This fellow were a king for our wild faction. [friar,
But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough;

1 Out. We'll have him ; sirs, a word.
You must lay lime, to tangle her desires,


Master, be one of them ;
By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes

It is an honourable kind of thievery.
Should be full fraught with serviceable vows. Val. Peace, villain !
Duke. Ay, much the force of heaven-bred poesy.

2 Out. Tell us this: Have you any thing to take
Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty Val. Nothing, but my fortune.

You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart :

3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentle-
Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears

Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth (men,
Moist it again ; and frame some feeling line, Thrast from the company of awful men:
That may discover such integrity :

Myself was from Verona banish'd,
For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews; For practising to steal away a lady,
Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones, An heir, and

near allied unto the duke.
Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans

2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman,
Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.

Whom, in my mood, I stabb'd unto the heart.
After your dire lamenting elegies,

1 Out. And 1, for such like petty crimes as these.
Visit by night your lady's chamber-window, But to the purpose,-(for we cite our faults,
With some sweet concert: to their instruments That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives,)
Tune a deploring dump; the night's dead silence And, partly, seeing you are beautified
Will well become such sweet complaining griev. With goodly shape; and by your own report
This, or else nothing, will inherit her. (ance, A linguist; and a man of such perfection,
Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in As we do in our quality much want;-

[tice: 2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man,
Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in prac. Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you:
Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver, Are you content to be our general ?
Let us into the city presently

To make a virtue of necessity,
To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in musick : And live, as we do, in this wilderness?
I have a sonnet that will serve the turn,

3 Out. What say'st thou ? wilt thou be of our
To give the onset to thy good advice.

Say, ay, and be the captain of us all : (consort?
Duke. About it, gentlemen.

We'll do thee homage, and be rul'd by thee,
Pro. We'll wait upon your grace, till after supper; Love thee as our commander, and our king.
And afterward determine our proceedings.

1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest.
Duke. Even now about it; I will pardon you. 2 Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have



Pal. I take your offer, and will live with you;

Host. You have a quick ear. Provided that you do no outrages

Ju. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me have On silly women, or poor passengers.

a slow heart. 3 Out. No, we detest such vile base practices. Host. I perceive, you delight not in musick. Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews,

Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so. And shew thee all the treasure we have got ;

Host. Hark, what fine change is in the musick! Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. Jul. Ay; that change is the spite.

[Exeunt. Host. You would have them always play but one SCENE II.-Milan. Court of the Palace.


Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. Enter Proteus.

But, host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on,

often resort unto this gentlewoman? Pro. Already have I been false

to Valentine,

Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, And now I must be as unjust to Thurio.

he loved her out of all nick. Under the colour of commending him,

Jul. Where is Launce ? I hare access my own love to prefer ;

Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,

by his master's command, he must carry for a preTo be corrupted with my worthless gifts.

sent to his lady. When I protest true loyalty to her,

Jul. Peace! stand aside! the company parts. She twits me with my falsehood to my friend :

Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you! I will so plead, When to her beauty 1 commend my vows,

That you shall say, my cunning drift excels. She bids me think, how I have been forsworn

Thu. Where meet we? In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov'd :

Pro. At saint Gregory's well. And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips,

Thu. Farewell. [Exeunt Thurio and Musicians. The least whereof would quell a lover's hope, Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love,

Silvia appears above, at her windor. The more it grows, and fawneth on her still.

Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship. But here comes Thurio: now must we to her window,

Sil. I thank you for your musick, gentlemen : And give some evening musick to her ear.

Who is that, that spake?

[truth, Enter Thurio and Musicians.

Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's Thu. How now, sir Proteus ? are you crept be. You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice.

Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it. fore us?

Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio ; for, you know, that love

sil. What is your will ? Will creep in service where it cannot go.


That I may compass yours. Thu. Ay, but, I hope, sir, that you love not here.

Sil. You have your wish; mv will is even this, Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence. Thu. Whom? Silvia ?

That presently you hie you home to bed.

Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man ! Pro. Ay, Silvia,-for your sake.

Think'st thou, I am so shallow, so conceitless, Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, To be seduced by thy flattery, Let's tune, and to it lustily awhile.

That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows ? Enter Host, at a distance ; and Julia in boy's clothes. Return, return, and make thy love amends.

For me,-by this pale queen of night I swear, Host. Now, my young guest ! methinks you're I am so far from granting thy request, allycholly; I pray you, why is it?

That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit; Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. And by and by intend to chide myself,

Host. Come, we'll have you merry : l'll bring you Even for this time I spend in talking to thee. where you shall hear musick, and see the gentle.

Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady; man that you ask'd for.

But she is dead. Jul. But shall I hear him speak ?

Jul. 'Twere false, if I should speak it; Host. Ay, that you shall.

For, I am sure, she is not buried.

[Aside. Jul. That will be musick. (Musick plays. Sil. Say, that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, Host. Hark! hark !

Survives; to whom, thyself art witness, Jul. Is he among these?

I am betroth'd: And art thou not asham'd
Host. Ay: but peace, 'let's hear 'em.

To wrong him with thy importunacy ?

Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead.

Sil. And so, suppose, am I; for in his grave
Who is Silvia what is she,
That all our swains commend her!

Assure thyself, my love is buried.

Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.
Holy, fair, and wise is she,
The heavens such grace did lend her,

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

Or, at the least, in her's sepulchre thine.
That she might admired be.

Jul. He heard not that.

[ Aside. Is she kind, as she is fair!

Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate,
For beauty lives with kindness :

Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love,
Love doth to her eyes repair,

The picture that is hanging in your chamber;
To help him of his blindness ;

To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep:
And, being help'd, inhabits there.

For, since the substance of your perfect seif
Then to Silvia let us sing,

Is else devoted, I am but a shadow;
That Silvia is excelling;

And to your shadow I will make true love.
She excels each mortal thing,

Jul. If 'twere a substance, you would, sure, de-
Upon the dull earth drelling:

ceive it, To her let us garlands bring.

And make it but a shadow, as I am. [Aside.

sil, I am very loth to be your idol, sir; Host. How now? are you sadder than you were But, since your falshood shall become you well before?

To worship shadows, and adore false shapes,
How do you, man? the musick likes you not. Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it:

Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not. And so, good rest.
Host. Why, my pretty youth?


As wretches have o'er-night, Jul. He plays false, father.

That wait for execution in the morn. Host. How? out of tune on the strings?

[Exeunt Proteus ; and Silvia, from above. Jul. Not so; but yet so false that he grieves myl Jul. Host, will you go? very heart-strings.

Host. By my hallidon, I was fast asleep.

Jul. Pray you, where lies sir Proteus ?

for't: you shall judge. He thrusts me himself in. Host. Marry, at my house : Trust me, I think, to the company of three or four gentleman-like 'tis almost day.

dogs, under the duke's table: he had not been Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night there (bless the mark) a pissing while; but all the That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest. chamber smelt him. Out with the dog, says one;

(Exeunt. What cur is that ? says another; Whip him out, says

a third ; Hang him up, says the duke. I, having SCENE III.-The same.

been acquainted with the smell before, knew it Enter Eglamour.

was Crab; and goes me to the fellow that whips

the dogs : Friend, quoth I, you mean to whip the Egl. This is the hour that madam Silvia

dog! Ay, marry, do 1, quoth he. You do him the Entreated me to call, and know her mind; There's some great matter she'd employ me in.-

more wrong, quoth I; 'twas I did the thing you woot

of. He makes no more ado, but whips me out of Madam, madam !

the chamber. How many masters would do this Silvia appears above, at her window. for their servant ? Nay, I'll be sworn, I have sat sil. Who calls ?

in the stocks for puddings he hath stolen, other

wise he had been executed : I have stood on the Egl.

Your servant, and your friend; pillory for geese he hath killed, otherwise he had One that attends your ladyship's command. [row. Suffered for't: thou think'st not of this now !-Nay,

Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-mor- I remember the trick you served me, when I took

Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself. According to your ladyship's impose,

my leave of madam Silvia ; did not I bid thee still I am thus early come, to know what service

mark me, and do as I do? When did'st thou see It is your pleasure to command me in.

me heave up my leg, and make water against a Sil. o Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,

gentlewoman's farthingale ? did'st thou ever see me

do such a trick?
(Think not, I flatter, for, I swear, I do not,)
Valiant, wise, remorseful, well accomplish'd.

Enter Proteus and Julia.
Thou art not ignorant, what dear good will
I bear unto the banish'd Valentine;

Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well, Nor how my father would enforce me marry

And will employ thee in some service presently. Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhorr'd.

Jul. In what you please ;-I will do what I can. Thyself hast loved ; and I have heard thee say,

Pru. I hope, thou wilt.-How now, you whoreson No grief did ever come so near thy heart,

peasant ?

[To Launce.

Where have you been these two days loitering? As when thy lady and thy true love died, Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity.

Laun. Marry, sir, I carried mistress Silvia the Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,

dog you bade me.

Pro. And what says she to my little jewel? To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode ; And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,

Laun. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur; and I do desire thy worthy company,

tells you, currish thanks is good enough for such a Upon whose faith and honour I repose.


Pro. But she received my dog ?
Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour,
But think upon my grief, a lady's grief;

Laun. No, indeed, she did not: here have I And on the justice of my flying hence,

brought him back again. To keep me from a most unholy match,

Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me? Which heaven and fortune still reward with

Laun. Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stolen from I do desire thee, even from a heart

me by the hangman's boys in the market-place :

[plagues. and then I offered her mine own; who is a dog as As full of sorrows as the sea of sands, To bear me company, and go with me :

big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater. If not, to hide what I have said to thee,

Pro. Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again, That I may venture to depart alone.

Or ne'er return again into my sight. Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances;

Away, I say: Stay'st thou to vex me here? Which since I know they virtuously are plac'd,

A slave, that, still an end, turns me to shame. I give consent to go along with you;

[Exit Launce.

Sebastian, I have entertain'd thee,
Recking as little what betideth me
As much I wish all good befortune you.

Partly, that I have need of such a youth,
When will you go?

That can with some discretion do my business, Sil.

evening coming.

For 'tis no trusting to yon foolish lowt; Egl. Where shall I meet you?

But, chiefly, for thy face, and thy behaviour; sií.

At friar Patrick's cell, Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth:

Which (if my augury deceive me not)
Where I intend holy confession.
Egl. I will not fail your ladyship:

Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thee. Good morrow, gentle lady.

Go presently, and take this ring with thee,
Sil. Good morrow, kind sir Eglamour. (Exeunt. She loved me well, deliver'd it to me.

Deliver it to madam Silvia :
SCENE IV. The same.

Jul. It seems, you loved her not, to leave her token:
Enter Launce, with his dog.

She's dead, belike.

Not so; I think, she lives. When a man's servant shall play the cur with Jul. Alas! him, look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up Pro. Why dost thou cry, alas! of a puppy'; one that I saved from drowning, when Jul. I cannot choose but pity her ? three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went Pro. Wherefore should'st thou pity her? to it! I have taught him-even as one would say Jul. Because, methinks, that she loved you as precisely, Thus I would teach a dog. I was sent As you do love your lady Silvia :

(well to deliver him, as a present to mistress Silvia, from She dreams on him, th t has forgot her love; my master; and I came no sooner into the dining- You dote on her, that cares not for your love. chamber, but he steps me to her trencher, and steals 'Tis pity, love should be so contrary; her capon's leg. O, 'tis a foul thing when a cur And thinking on it makes me cry, alas ! cannot keep himself in all companies ! I would Pro. Well, give her that ring, and therewithal have, as one should say, one that takes upon him to This letter ;-that's her chamber.--Tell my lady, be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all I claim the promise for her heavenly picture. things. If I had not had more wit than he, to take Your message done, hie home unto my chamber, a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he had Where thou shalt find me sad and solitary. been hanged for't; sure as I live he had suffered

(Erit Proteres.

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