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Not being tried and tutor'd in the world:
Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes
How happily he lives, how well-belov’d,
And daily graced by the emperor ;
Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish ?
Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will,
And not depending on his friendly wish.
Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish :
For what I will, I will, and there an end.
I am resolv'd that thou shalt spend some time
What maintenance he from his friends receives,
Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.
Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided ;
Please you, deliberate a day or two.
Ant. Look, what thou want'st shall be sent after thee :
Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd
To hasten on his expedition. (Ereunt Ant. and Pas.
Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear of burning;
Lest he should take exceptions to my love;
And with the vantage of mine own excuse
Hath he excepted most against my love.
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
He is in haste; therefore, I pray you, go.
Pro. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereto;
SCENE I.-Milan. A Room in the Duke's Palace. I like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a
beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you Speed. Sir, your glove.
laughed, to crow like a cock; when you walked, to Val. Not mine; my gloves are on.
walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was Speed. Why, then this may be yours
, for this is but presently after dinner ; when you looked sadly, it was
for want of money : and now you are metamorphosed Val. Ha ! let me see : ay, give it me, it 's mine:
with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly
think Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine !
you my master.
Vai. Are all these things perceived in me?
Speed. They are all perceived without ye.
Val. Without me? they cannot.
Speed. Without you ? nay, that 's certain, for with-
out you were so simple, none else would : but you are Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook.
80 withouċ fnese follies, that these follies are within Val. Well, you 'll still be too forward.
you, and shine through you like the water in an urinal; Speed. And yet I was last
chidden for being too that not an eye that sees you but is a physician to com slow.
ment on your malady. Val. Go to, sir; tell me, do you know madam
Val. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia ? Silvia ?
Speed. She that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper !
Val. Hast thou observed that? even she I inean.
Speed. Why, sir, I know her not.
Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and save learned, like sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms
yet know'st her not? like a malecontent; to relish a love-song, like a ro
Speed. Is she not hard favoured, sir? bin-redbreast; to walk alone, like one that had the
Val. Not so fair, boy, as well favoured. pestilence; to sigh, like a schoolboy that had lost his
Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.
Val. What dost thou know?
Speed. That she is not so fair as (of you) well fa
Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ: favour infinite.
But since unwillingly, take them again; Speed. That 's because the one is painted, and the Nay, take them. other ont of all count.
Val. Madam, they are for you. Fal. How painted ? and how out of count?
Sil. Ay, ay, you writ them, sir, at my request ; Speed. Marry, sir, so painted, to make her fair, that But I will none of them; they are for you: w man counts of her beauty.
I would have had them writ more movingly. Fal How esteemest thou me? I account of her Val. Please you, I 'll write your ladyship another beauty.
Sil. And when it 's writ, for my sake read it over : Speed. You never saw ber since she was deformed. And if it please you, so : if not, why so. Tal How long hath she been deformed ?
Val. If it please me, madam! what then? Serd. Ever since you loved her.
Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour. Pal I have loved her ever since I saw her; and And so good morrow, servant.
[Exit SILVIA. still I see her beautiful.
Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her. As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a Val. Why?
steeple! Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had My master sues to her; and she hath taught her mine eyes; or your own eyes had the lights they were
suitor, vont to have when you chid at sir Proteus for going He being her pupil, to become her tutor. ungartered!
O excellent device was there ever heard a better, Val. What should I see then?
That my master, being scribe, to himself should write Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing de
the letter? famity : for he, being in love, could not see to garter Val. How now, sir ? what are you reasoning with his tose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on yourself? your bose.
Speed. Nay, I was rhyming; 't is you that have the Vol. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last reason. morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.
Val. To do what? Speed. True, sir; I was in love with my bed : I Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia. thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes Val. To whom? me the bolder to chide you for yours.
Speed. To yourself: why, she wooes you by a figure. Fal. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.
Val. What figure ?
Val. Why, she hath not writ to me? Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some lines Speed. What needs she, when she hath made you to one she loves.
write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the Speed. And have you ? Pal. I have.
Val. No, believe me. Speed. Are they not lamely writ?
Speed. No believing you, indeed, sir : But did you Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them ;- perceive her earnest ? Peace! bere she comes.
Val. She gave me none, except an angry word. Enter Sivia.
Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter.
Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend.
Vel. Madam and mistress, a thousand good-morrows. Val. I would it were no worse.
Speed. I 'll warrant you 't is as well.
For often have you writ to her ; and she, in modesty, Sız. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thou
Or else for want of ille time, could not again reply: god.
Or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind discover, Speed. He should give her interest, and she gives it Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her lover. tim.
All this I speak in print,* for in print I found it.Val . As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter,
Why muse you, sir? 't is dinner-time. Into the secret nameless friend of yours;
Val. I have dined. Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,
Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir; though the cameleon But for my duty to your ladyship.
Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished Sil I thank you, gentle servant: 't is very clerkly by my victuals, and would fain have meat. 0, be done.
not like your mistress ; be moved, be moved.” (Exeunt. Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off ; Fer, being ignorant to whom it goes,
SCENE II.- Verona. A Room in Julia's House. I writ at random, very doubtfully. Siz. Perchance you think too much of so much
Enter PROTEUs and JULIA.
Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.
Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner :
[Giving a ring. And yet take this again ;-and yet I thank you ; Pro. Why, then we 'll make exchange; here, take Meaning benceforth to trouble you no more. Seed. And yet you will; and yet another yet. Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.
[ Aside. Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy Tal. What means your ladyship? do you not like And when that hour o'erslips me in the day, • Motion-a puppet show,
• In print-with exactness.
Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,
river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if The next ensuing hour some foul mischance
the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my Torment me for my love's forgetfulness !
sighs. My father stays my coming; answer not;
Pan. Come, come away, man; I was sent to call The tide is now : nay, not thy tide of tears ;
thee. That tide will stay me longer than I should :
Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest,
[Exit JULIA. Pan. Wilt thou go? Julia, farewell.-What! gone without a word ?
Laun. Well, I will go.
[Exceunt. Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak; For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it. SCENE IV.-Milan. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Enter PANTHINO.
Enter VALENTINE, Silvia, Tuurio, and SPEED. Pan. Sir Proteus, you are stay'd for.
Val. Ay, boy, it 's for love.
Speed. Not of you.
Val. Of my mistress then.
Speed. 'T were good you knocked him.
Sil. Servant, you are sad. weeping; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault: I have received my proportion, like the prodi
Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so.
Thu. Seem you that you are not ? gious son, and am going with sir Proteus to the imperial's court. I think Crab my dog be the sourest
Val. Haply I do.
Thu. So do counterfeits. natured dog that lives : my mother weezing, my father
Val. So do you. wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat
Thu. What seem I that I am not? wringing her hands, and all our house in a great per
Val. Wise. plexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one
Thu. What instance of the contrary? tear: he is a stone, a very pebble-stone, and has no
Val. Your folly. more pity in him than a dog : a Jew would have wept
Thu. And how quote you my folly? to have seen our parting; why, my grandam, having
Val. I quote b it in your jerkin. no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, I 'll show you the manner of it: This shoe is
Thu. My jerkin is a doublet.
Val. Well, then, I 'll double your folly. my father ;--no, this left shoe is my father ; no, no,
Thu. How? this left shoe is my mother ;-nay, that cannot be so neither :yes, it is so, it is so; it hath the worser sole.
Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio? do you change colou ? This shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, and this
Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of la
meleon. my father; A vengeance on 't! there 't is : now, sir,
Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, this staff is my sister; for, look you, she is as white as
than live in your air. a lily, and as small as a wand : this hat is Nan, our
Val. You have said, sir. maid; I am the dog :-no, the dog is himself, and I am the dog,-0, the dog is me, and I am myself; ay,
Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time. 80, 80. Now come I to my father; “Father, your
Val. I know it well, sir; you always end ere you
begin. blessing;" now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping; now should I kiss my father; well, he weeps shot off.
Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly on :-now come I to my mother, (O, that she could speak now!) like a wood 6 woman ;-well, I kiss her;
Val. 'T is indeed, madam; we thank the giver.
Sil. Who is that, servant? why, there't is; here 's my mother's breath up and down; now come I to my sister; mark the moan she Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship’s looks,
Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire : makes : now the dog all this while sheds not a tear; And spends what he borrows, kindly in your company; nor speaks a word; but see how I lay the dust with
Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I
shall make your wit bankrupt. Enter PANTHINO.
Val. I know it well, sir : you have an exchequer of Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard ; thy master is
words, shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What 's And, I think, no other treasure to give your followers; the matter? why weep’st thou, man? Away, ass; For it appears, by their bare liveries, you 'll lose the tide if you tarry any longer.
That they live by your bare words. Laun. It is no matter if the tied were lost; for it is
Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more; here comes my the unkindest tied that ever man tied.
father. Pan. What 's the unkindest tide? Laun. Why, he that 's tied here; Crab, my dog.
Enter Duke. Pan. Tut, man, I mean thou 'lt lose the flood; and,
Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset. in losing the flood, lose thy voyage ; and, in losing thy Sir Valentine, your father is in good health : voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing thy master, What say you to a letter from your friends lose thy service'; and, in losing thy service,—Why Of much good news? dost thou stop my mouth?
My lord, I will be thankful
To any happy messenger from thence.
Duke. Know you don Antonio, your countryman? Laun. In thy tale.
Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman Pan. In thy tail?
To be of worth, and worthy estimation, Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the mas- And not without desert so well reputed. ter, and the service, and the tied! Why, man, if the
· Quote-to mark. • This left shos. A passage in · King John'also shows that b Quote was pronounced cote, from the old French cuter each foot was formerly fitted with its shoe.
Hence the quibble, I coat it in your jer kin-your shori-wat, or Wood-mad, wild.
Drike. Hath be not a son!
Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much Fal. Ay, my good lord; a son that well deserves
commended. The honour and regard of such a father.
Val. And how do yours ! Drake. You know him well!
I left them all in health. Pal. I knew him, as myself; for from our infancy Val. How does your lady? and how thrives your We have conversd and spent our hours together :
love? And though myself have been an idle truant,
Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you; Onitting the sweet benefit of time
I know you joy not in a love-discourse. To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection,
Val. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now: Yet hath sir Proteus, for that 's his name,
I have done penance for contemning love; Made use and fair advantage of his days;
Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me His years but young, but his experience old;
With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,
For, in revenge of my contempt of love,
Love hath chas'd sleep from iny enthralled eyes, He is complete in feature, and in mind,
And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow. With all good grace to grace a gentleman.
0, gentle Proteus, love 's a mighty lord; Dzike. Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this good, And hath so humbled me, as, I confess, He is as worthy for an empress' love,
There is no woe to his correction, As neet to be an emperor's counsellor.
Nor to his service no such joy on earth! Well, sir; this gentleman is come to me,
Now, no discourse, except it be of love;
Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep,
Pro. Enough; I read your fortune in your eye;
Pro. No; but she is an earthly paragon. For Valentine, I need not `cite him to it:
Val. Call her divine. I will send him hither to you presently. (Exit Duke. Pro.
I will not flatter her. Val. This is the gentleman I told your ladyship Val. O, flatter me; for love delights in praises. Had come along with me, but that his mistress
Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills; Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks.
And I must minister the like to you.
Yet let her be a principality,
Sweet, except not any; Val Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. Except thou wilt except against my love. Thu. They say that love bath not an eye at all- Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? Pal. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself;
Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too:
She shall be dignified with this high honour,
To bear my lady's train ; lest the base earth
Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss,
And make rough winter everlastingly.
Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardisin is eis? SiI. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, Val. Pardon me, Proteus : all I can is nuuting If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from.
To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing; Val. Mistress, it is : sweet lady, entertain him She is alone. To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship.
Pro. Then let her alone. Sil Too low a mistress for so high a servant.
Val. Not for the world : why, man, she is mine own? Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant And I as rich in having such a jewel To have a look of such a worthy mistress.
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, Vah Leave off discourse of disability :
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. Sæert lady, entertain him for your servant.
Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee, Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else. Because thou seest me dote upon my love.
Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed; My foolish rival, that her father likes, Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress. Only for his possessions are so huge, Pro. I 11 die on him that says so, but yourself. Is
gone with her along; and I must after, Sil. That you are welcome?
For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy. Pro.
No; that you are worthless. Pro. But she loves you ? Thu. Madam, my lord your father would speak with Val. Ay, and we are betroth’d: Nay, more, our you.
The ladder made of cords; and all the means
(Exeunt Silvia, Tuurio, and SPEED. In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel. Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you Pro. Go on before; I shall inquire you forth : came !
I must unto the road, to disembark • Peatere (form or fashion) was applied to the body as well
There is no woe compared to his correction.
> the face.
Some necessaries that I needs must use ;
Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou niistakest me And then I 'll presently attend you.
Laun. Why, fool, I meant not thee, I meant thy Val. Will you make haste ?
master. Pro. I will.
[Exit VAL. Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover. Even as one heat another heat expels,
Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn Or as one nail by strength drives out another,
himself in love. If thou wilt, go with me to the aleSo the remembrance of my former love
house; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
worth the name of a Christian. Is it her mien, or Valentinus' praise,
Speed. Why. Her true perfection, or my false transgression,
Laun. Because thou hast not so much charity in thec That makes me reasonless, to reason thus ?
as to go to the ale a with a Christian : Wilt thou go? She is fair; and so is Julia, that I love ;
Speed. At thy service.
[Exeunt. That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,
SCENE VI.- The same. A Room in the Palace.
Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn;
To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn; And that 's the reason I love him so little.
To wrong iny friend, I shall be much forswom; How shall I dote on her with more advice,
And even that power, which gave me first my oath, That thus without advice begin to love her!
Provokes me to this threefold perjury. 'T is but her picture I have yet beheld,
Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear : And that hath dazzled my reason's light;
O sweet-suggesting love, if thou hast sinn'd, But when I look on her perfections,
Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it. There is no reason but I shall be blind.
At first I did adore a twinkling star, If I can check my erring love, I will;
But now I worship a celestial sun. If not, to compass her I'll use my skill. [Exit.
Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken;
And he wants wit that wants resolved will
To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better.--
Fie, fie, unreverend tongue! to call her bad,
Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd
Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for I am I cannot leave to love, and yet I do; not welcome. I reckon this always—that a man is But there I leave to love, where I should love. never undone till he be hanged; nor never welcome Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose : to a place till some certain shot be paid, and the If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; hostess say, Welcome.
If I lose them, thus find I by their loss, Speed. Come on, you madcap, I 'll to the ale- For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia. house with you presently; where, for one shot of five- I to myself am dearer than a friend : pence, thou shall have five thousand welcomes. But, For love is still most precious in itself : sirrah, how did thy master part with madam Julia ?
And Silvia, witness Heaven, that made her fair! Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope. parted very fairly in jest.
I will forget that Julia is alive, Speed. But shall she marry him ?
Rememb'ring that my love to her is dead; Laun. No.
And Valentine I 'll hold an enemy, Speed. How then ? shall he marry her ?
Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend. Laun. No, neither.
I cannot now prove constant to myself, Speed. What, are they broken?
Without some treachery us’d to Valentine :Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish.
This night, he meaneth with a corded ladder Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window; them?
Myself in counsel, his competitor : Laun. Marry, thus ; when it stands well with him, Now presently I 'll give her father notice it stands well with her.
Of their disguising, and pretended b flight;
Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine;
But, Valentine being gone, I 'll quickly cross,
By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. Laun. Ay, and what I do, too : look thee, I 'll but Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, lean, and my staff understands me.
As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! [Eriz.
SCENE VII.-Verona. A Room in Julia's House
Enter JULIA and LUCETTA. Laun. Ask my dog : if he say ay, it will; if he say no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say nothing, And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee,
Jul. Counsel, Lucetta! gentle girl, assist me! it will. Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will.
Who art the table wherein all my thoughts Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from me
Are visibly character'd and engrav'd, but by a parable.
To lesson me; and tell me some good mean, Speed. *T is well that I get it so. But, Launce, A journey to my loving Proteus.
How, with my honour, I may undertake how say'st thou, that my master is become a notable lover?
Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. Laun. I never knew him otherwise.
Ale-a rural festival or church holiday. Speed. Than how ?
• Table-tablebook, or tables, for noting down something Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him to be. be remembered.