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Confirm his welcome with fome special favour.

SIL. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, If this be he, you oft have wifh'd to hear from.

VAL. Mistress, it is: Sweet lady entertain him
To be my fellow-fervant to your ladyship.

SIL. Too low a mistress for so high a servant.
PRO. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a fervant,
To have a look of such a worthy mistress.

VAL. Leave off difcourfe of disability:
Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.

PRO. My duty will I boaft of, nothing else. SIL. And duty never yet did want his meed: Servant, you're welcome to a worthless mistress. PRO. I'll die on him that fays fo, but yourself. SIL. That you are welcome?

PRO. No. That you are worthless.

Enter fervant.

SER. Madam, my lord your father would speak with you. SIL. I'll wait upon his pleasure: [Exit ferv.] Come, Sir Thurio,

Go with me. And once more, new fervant, welcome:
I'll leave you to confer of home-affairs;

When you have done, we look to hear from you.
PRO. We'll both attend upon your ladyship.

[Exit Sil. and Thu.

SCENE VII.

VAL. Now tell me, how do all from whence you came? PRO. Your friends are well, and have them much com

mended.

VAL. And how do yours?

PRO. I left them all in health.

VAL. How does your lady? and how thrives your love?
PRO. My tales of love were wont to weary you?
I know, you joy not in a love-discourse.

VAL. Ay, Protheus, but that life is alter'd now;
I have done penance for contemning love;
Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me
With bitter fasts, with penitential groans;
With nightly tears, and daily heart-fore fighs.
For, in revenge of my contempt of love,
Love hath chac'd fleep from my enthralled eyes,

And made them watchers of mine own heart's forrow.

O gentle Protheus, love's a mighty lord;

And hath so humbled me, as, I confess,
There is no woe to his correction,
Nor to his fervice, no fuch joy on earth.
Now no discourse, except it be of love;
Now can I break my faft, dine, fup, and fleep
Upon the very naked name of love.

PRO. Enough: I read your fortune in your eye.
Was this the idol, that you worship so?

VAL. Even fhe; and is the not an heav'nly faint?
PRO. No; but she is an earthly paragon.

VAL. Call her divine.

PRO. I will not flatter her.

VAL. O flatter me: for love delights in praife. PRO. When I was fick, you gave me bitter pills: And I must minifter the like to you.

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

Sov'reign to all the creatures on the earth.

PRO. Except my mistress.

VAL. Sweet, except not any;
Except thou wilt except against my love.
PRO. Have I not reason to prefer mine own?
VAL. And I will help thee to prefer her too:
She fhall be dignified with this high honour,
To bear my lady's train, left the base earth
Should from her vesture chance to steal a kifs;
And, of fo great a favour growing proud,
Difdain to root the fummer-fwelling flower;
And make rough winter everlastingly.

PRO. Why, Valentine, what bragadism is this?
VAL. Pardon me, Protheus; all I can, is nothing
To her, whofe worth makes other worthies nothing;
She is alone.

PRO. Then let her alone.

VAL. Not for the world: why, man, she is mine own : And I as rich in having fuch a jewel,

As twenty feas, if all their fand were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,
Because thou feeft me doat upon my love.
My foolish rival, that her father likes,
Only for his poffeffions are fo huge,
Is gone with her along, and I must after;
For love thou know'ft is full of jealousy.

PRO. But he loves you?

VAL. Ay, and we are betroth'd; nay more, our marriage

hour,

With all the cunning manner of our flight,
Determin'd of; how I must climb her window,
The ladder made of cords; and all the means
Plotted and 'greed on for my happiness.

Good Protheus, go with me to my chamber,
In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel.
PRO. Go on before; I fhall enquire you forth.
I must unto the road, to difembark
Some neceffaries that I needs must use;
And then I'll presently attend you.

VAL. Will you make haste ?
PRO. I will.

Ev'n as one heat another heat expels,
Or as one nail by strength drives out another;
So the remembrance of my former love

Is by a newer object quite forgotten.

Is it mine eye, or Valentino's praise,
Her true perfection, or my falfe tranfgreffion,
That makes me, reafonlefs, to reason thus ?
She's fair, and fo is Julia, that I love;
That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd;
Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,
Bears no impreffion of the thing it was.
Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold,
And that I love him not, as I was wont.
O! but I love his lady too, too much :
And that's the reason, I love him fo little.
How fhall I doat on her with more advice,
That thus without advice begin to love her?
'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,
And that had dazeled my reafon's light:
But when I look on her perfections,
There is no reason, but I fhall be blind.
If I can check my erring love, I will;
If not, to compass her I'll use my skill.

[Exit Val.

[Exit.

SCENE VIII.

Changes to a freet.
Enter Speed and Launce.

SPEED. Launce, by mine honefty, welcome to Milan. LAUN. Forfwear not thyself, fweet youth; for I am not welcome: I reckon this always, that a man is never undone, 'till he be hang'd; nor ever welcome to a place, 'till fome certain shot be paid, and the hoftefs fay, welcome.

SPEED. Come on, you mad-cap; I'll to the ale house with you prefently, where, for one shot of five-pence, thou fhalt have five thoufand welcomes. But, firrah, how did

thy mafter part with madam Julia?

LAUN. Marry, after they clos'd in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest.

SPEED. But shall she marry him?

LAUN. No.

SPEED. How then? fhall he marry her?

LAUN. No, neither.

SPEED. What, are they broken?

LAUN. No, they are both as whole as a fish.

SPEED. Why then how ftands the matter with them?

LAUN. Marry thus: when it ftands well with him, it ftands well with her.

SPEED. What an afs art thou? I understand thee not.

LAUN. What a block art thou, that thou canst not? My staff understands me.

SPEED. What thou fay'st?

LAUN. Ay, and what I do too; look thee; I'll but lean,

and my staff understands me.

SPEED. It stands under thee indeed.

LAUN. Why, ftand-under, and understand, is all one.

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