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Was this the idol that you worship so ?

'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,
Val. Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint ? And that hath dazzled my reason's light;
Pro. No; but she is an earthly paragon. But when I look on her perfections,
Val. Call her divine.

There is no reason but I shall be blind.

I will not flatter her. If I can check my erring love, I will Valo 0, Natter me; for love delights in praises. If not, to compass her I'll use my skill.

(Erut. Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter

SCENE V.-The same. A street. Enter Speed And I must minister the like to you.

and Launce. Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine, Yet let her be a principality,

Speed. Launce ! by mine honesty, welcome k Sovereign lo all the creatures on the earth. Milan. Pro. Except my mistress.

Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for 1 Val.

Sweet, except not any; am not welcome. I reckon this always that a man Except thou wilt except against my love. is never undone, till he be hanged; nor never wel.

Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? come to a place, till some certain shot be paid, and

Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too: the hostess say, welcome. She shall be dignified with this high honour,- Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the ale. To bear my lady's train : lest the base earth house with you presently; where for one shot of Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, five pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. And, of so great a lavour growing proud, But, sirrah, how did thy master part with madam Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower,

Julia. And make rough winter everlasting.

Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, ther Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this ? parted very fairly in jest.

Val. Paruon me, Proteus : all I can, is nothing speed. But shall she marry him?
To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing; Laun. No.
She is alone.

Speed. How then? shall he marry her ?
Pro. Then let her alone.

Laun. No, neither. Val. Not for the world: why, man, she is mine Speed. What are they broken? own;

Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish. And I as rich'in having such a jewel,

Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with As twenty seas, if all their sana were pearl, them? The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. Laun. Marry, thus; when it stands well with Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee, him, it stands well with her. Because thou seest me dote upon my love.

Speed. What an ass art thou! I understand thee My foolish rival, that her father likes,

not. Only for his possessions are so huge,

Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst Is gon' with her along; and I must after, not ! My staff understands me. For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.

Speed. What thou say'st? Pro. But she loves you ?

Laun. Ay, and what I do too: look thee, l’l Val.

Ay, and we are betroth’d; but lean, and my staff understands me. Nay, more, our marriage hour,

Speed. It stands under thee, indeed. With all the cunning manner of our flight,

Laun. Why, stand under and understand is al Determin'd of: how I must climb her window; The ladder made of cords; and all the means Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match ? Plotted ; and 'greed on, fór my happiness. Laun. Ask my dog: if he say, ay, it will; il he Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber, say, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and sɛ y no In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel. thing, it will.

Pro. Go on before ; I shall inquire you forth : Speed. The conclusion is then, that ft will. I must unto the road, to disembark

Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from Some necessaries that I needs must use;

me, but by a parable. And then I'll presently attend you.

Speed. 'Tis well that I get it so. But, Life, Val. Will you make haste ?

how say'st thou, that my master is become a nota. Pro. I will.

(Exit Val. ble lover ? Even as one heat another heat expels,

Laun. I never knew him otherwise.
Or as one nail by strength drives out another, Speed. Than how?
So the remembrance of my former love

Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him is by a newer object quite forgotten.

to be. Is it mine eye, or Valentinus praise,

Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest Her true perfection, or my false transgression, That makes me, reasonless, to reason thus? Laun. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant She's fair; and so is Julia, that I love;

thy master. That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd; Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,

lover. Bears no impression of the thing it was.

Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold; burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to the And that I love him not, as I was wont:

ale-house, so; if not, thou art a Hebrew, a Jew, ()! but I love his lady loo, too much;

and not worth the name of a Christian. And that's the reason I love him so little.

Speed. Why? How shall I dote on her with more advice,

Laun. Because thou hast not so much

charity in That thus without advice begin to love her! thee, as to go to the ale-house with a Christian:

Will thou go? 11) Un further knowledge.

Speed. At thy service





Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire ; SCENE VI.The same. An apartment in the But qualify the fire's extreme rage, palace. Enter Proteus.

Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.

Jul. The more thou dam'st“ it up, the more it Prı. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn;

burns; To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn; The current that with gentle murmur glides, To wrony my friend, I shall be much forsworn;

Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth And even that power, which gave me first my oath, rage; Provokes me to this threefold perjury.

But, when his fair course is not hindered, Love bade me swear, and love bids' me forswear: He makes sweet music with the enameli'd stones, O sweet-suggesting' love, if thou hast sinn'd,

Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it. He overtaketh in his pilgrimage; At first I did adore a twinkling star,

And so by many winding nooks he stays, But now I worship a celestial sun.

With willing sport, to the wild ocean. Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken; Then let me go, and hinder not my course : And he wants wit, that wants resolved will I'll be as patient as a gentle stream, To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better. And make a pastime of each weary step, Fie, fie, unreverend tongue ! to call her bad, Till the last step have brought me to my love, Whose sovereignty so ofl thou hast preferr'd And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil, With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. A blessed soul doth in Elysium. I cannot leave to love, and yet I do;

Luc. But in what habit will you go along? But there I leave to love, where I should love. Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose;

The loose encounters of lascivious men: If I keep them, I needs must lose myself ; Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds If I lose them, thus find I by their loss,

As may beseem some well-reputed page. For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia.

Luc. Why then your ladyship must cut your I to myself am dearer than a friend ;

hair. For love is still more precious in itself;

Jul. No, girl; I'll knit it up in silken strings, And Silvia, witness heaven, that made her fair! With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots : Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.

To be fantastic may become a youth I will forget that Julia is alive,

Or greater time than I shall show to be. Rememb'ring that my love to her is dead;

Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make you And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,

breeches ? Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend.

Jul. That fits as well, as—' tell me, good mor I cannot now prove constant to myself,

lord, Without some treachery used to Valentine :- What compass will you wear your farthingale ?' This night he meaneth with a corded ladder

Why, even that fashion thou best lik’st, Lucetta. To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window; Luc. You must needs have them with a cou Myself in counsel, his competitor :2

piece, madam. Now presently I'll give her father notice

Jul. Out, out, Lucetta ! that will be ill-favour'd. or their disguising, and pretended: flight;

Lac. A round hose, madam, now's not worth Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine;'

pin, for Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter : Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on. But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross, Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly: Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me, As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! (Exit. For undertaking so unstaid a journey?

I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd. SCENE VII.-Verona. A room in Julia's Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go house. Enter Julia and Lucetta.


Jul. Nay, that I will not. Jul. Counsel, Lucetta ; gentle girl, assist me! Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go. And, even in kind love, I'do conjure thee, Ir Proteus like your journey, when you come, Whó art the table wherein all my thoughts No matter who's displeas'd, when you are gone. Are visibly character'd and engravd,

I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal. To lesson me: and tell me some good mean, Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear: How, with my honour, I may undertake

A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears,
A journey to ny ioving Proteus.

And instances as infinite of love,
Luc. Alas! he way is wearisome and long. Warrant me welcome to my Proteus.
Jul. A true-levoted pilgrim is not weary
To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps ;

Luc. All these are servants to deceitful mer
Much less shall she, that hath love's wings to fly; Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect !
And when the slight is made to one so dear, But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth;
Of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus. His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles

Luc. Better Corbear, till Proteus make return. His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate ; Jul. O, know'st thou not, his looks are my soul's His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart, food ?

His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. Pity the deart that I have pined in,

Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you come By longing for that food so long a tiine.

to him! Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Juul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow,

wrong, As seek to quench the fire of love with words. To bear a hard opinion of his truth: 11) Templing. (?) Confederate. 131 Intended.

(4) Closest. (5) Trouble


Only deserve my love, by loving him ;

Enter Valentine. And presently go with me to my chamber, l'o take a note of what I stand in need of,

Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast ? To furnish me upon my longing journey

Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger All that is mine 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 me hence:

Duke. Be they of much inport? Come, answer not, but to it presently ;

Val. The tenor of them d.)th but signify 'am impatient of my tarriance. [Exeunt. My health, and happy being at your court.

Duke. Nay, then no matter ; stay with me

I am to break with thee of some affairs,

That touch me near, wherein thou must be seciet

'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought

To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter. SCENE 1.-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 gentle Drike. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile ; We have some secrets to confer about.

Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities

[Exit Thurio, Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter: Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? Cannot your grace win her to fancy him? Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would dis

Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, frocover,

ward, 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 her father; My duty prícks me on to utter that

And, may I say to thee, this j.ride of hers Which else no worldly good should draw from me. Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her ; know, worthy prince, Sir Valentine, my friend,

And, where I thought the remnant of mine age This night intends to steal away your daughter'; 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, know you have determin'd to bestow her

And turn her out to who will take her in: On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates;

Then let her beauty be her weilding-dower; And should she thus be stolen away from you,

For me and my possessions she esteems not. It would be much vexation to your age.

Val. What would your grace have me to do ia 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,
Than, by concealing it, heap on your head Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy,
1 pack of sorrows, which would press you down, And nought esteems my aged eloquence:
Being unprevented, to your timeless grave.

Now, therefore, would'I have thee to my tutor
Diike. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care; (For long agone I have forgot to court :
Which to requite, command me while I live.

Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd ;)
This love of theirs myself have often seen, How, and which way I may bestow myself,
Alaply, when they have judged me fast asleep; To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.
And öftentimes have purpos'd to forbid

Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words;
Sir Valentine her company, and my court : Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,
But, fearing lest my jealous aimo might err,

More than quick words, do move a woman's mind. And so, unworthily, disgrace the man,

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 scorns what best con That which thyself hast now disclos'd to me.

tents her. And, that thou may'st perceive my fear of this, Send her another; never give her o'er; Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested, For scorn at first makes alter-love the more. nightly lodge her in an upper tower,

If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you, The key whereof myself have ever kept ;

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 left alone.

Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; How lie her chamber-window will ascend, For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away : 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 halh a tongue, I say, is no man, Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. Bul, good my lord, do it so cunningly,

Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her Tinat my discovery be not aimed at;

For love of you, not hate unto my friend, Unto a youthful gentleman of worth ;
Haih made me publisher of this pretence. And kept severely from resort of men,

Mike. 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 keys

(Eril. kept safe, 11) I.unged for. (2) Gucks. (3) Tempted. (4) Guessed. (5) Dcsiga.



That no man hath recourse to her by night. Val. And why not death, rather than living Val. What lets, but onc may enter at her win- torment? dow?

To die, is to be banish'd from myself, Duke. Her chamber is alost, far from the ground; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, And built so shelving that one cannot climb it Is self from self"; a deadly banishment ! Without apparent hazard of his life.

What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of What joy is joy, it Silvia be not by? cords,

Unless it be to think that she is by,
To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks, And feed upon the shadow of perfection.
Woald serve to scale another Hero's tower,

Except I be by Silvia in the night,
S, bold Leander would adventure it.

There is no music in the nightingale ; Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Unless I look on Silvia in the day,

vise me where I may have such a ladder. 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,

If I be not by her fair influence
Duke. This very night ; for love is like a child, Foster'a, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive.
That longs for every thing that he can

come by. I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom : Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. Tarry I here, I but attend on death;

Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone; But, 'fly I hence, I fly away from life.
How shall I best convey the ladder thither?
Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may

Enter Proteus and Launce.
bear it
Under a cloak, that is of any length.

Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him oui, Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the

Lanum. So-ho! so-ho! turn?

Pro. What seest thou? Val. Ay, my good lord.

Laun. Him we go to find; there's not a han Duke,

Then let me see thy cloak: on's head, but 'tis a Valentine. I'll get me one of such another length.

Pro. Valentine? Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my

Val. No. lord.

Pro. Who then ? his spirit? Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak?

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 bold to break the seal for once. [reads.

Pro. Whom would'st thou strike
Laun. Nothing,

Pro. Villain, forbear.
My thoughts do har bour wilh my Silvia nightly;

Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray And slaves they are to me, that send them flying :

you, could their master come and go as lightly,

Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear; friend Valentine, a llimself would lodge, where senseless they are word. Lying.

Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear Aly herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them,

good news While 1, their king, that hither them importune, So much of bad already hath possess'd them. Do curse the grace that with such grace hath Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine,

bless'd them, Because myself do want my servants' fortune :

For they are harsh, untunable, and bad.

Val. Is Silvia dead ? curse myself, for they are sent by me,

Pro. No, Valentine. That they should harbour where their lord should

Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia ! be.

Hath she forsworn me? What's here?

Pro. No, Valentine. Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee :

Val. Nó Valentine, if Silvia have fors worn 'Tis so: and here's the ladder for the purpose. What is your news ?

me ! Why, Phaēton (for thou art Merops' son,) Laun. "Sir, there's a proclamation that you are Will thou aspire to guide the heavenly car,

vanish'd. And with thy daring folly burn the world ?

Pro. That thou art banish'd, O, that's the Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee?

news; Go, base intruder! overweening slave.

From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend. Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates; 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 surfeit. Is privilege for thy departure hence:

Doth Silvia know that I am banish'd ? Thank me for this, more than for all the favours,

Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee.

(Which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual force) But if thou linger in my territories, Longer than swiftest expedition

A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears :

Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd, Will give thee 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.

them, Be gone, I will not hear thy vain excuse, As if but now they waxed pale for wo But, as thou lovist thy life, make speed from But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, bence.

[Exit Duke. Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears

Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire; (1) Hinders

| But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die.


Besides, her intercession char'd him so, grandmother: this proves, that thou canst not read When she for thy repeal was suppliant,

Speed. Come, fool, come: 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 breus good ale. speak'st,

Laun. And thereof comes the proverb, -BlessIlave some malignant power upon my life: ing of your heart, you brew good ale. If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear,

Spced. Item, She can ser. As ending anthem of my endless dolour.

Laun. That's as much as to say, Can she so? Pro. Cease 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 be 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, bastarI 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. or all that may concem 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. Pal. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a boy,

breakfast: read on. Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north gate. Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth.

Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Laun. 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 Protcus. 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: Şpeed. 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 ine; nor who 'tis I love, an 1 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 'tís 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 teeth. 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 felch and carry. Why, a horse can do Laun. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth 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 liquy". She can milk'; look you, a sweet virtue in a maid Laun. If 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 loo liberal.'
Enter Speed.

Laun. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's wni

down she is slow of: of her purse she shall not; for 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 sea. more faults than hairs, and more wealth' than

Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, and Speed. Well, your old vice still ; mistake the faults. word : what news then in your paper ? Larn. 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, orard'st.

rehearse that once more. Speed. Why, man, how black?

Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit,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 prove it: the cover of the salt "hides the salt, and

therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that 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 Speed. And more faults than hairs,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 Lmm. Why, that word makes the faults gra

Speed. And more wealth than faults. (1) Grier. (2) St. Nicholas presided over young scholars.

(3) Licentious in language.

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